<?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-3798376263402156116</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:41:39.785+12:00</updated><category term='Nature'/><category term='me'/><category term='list'/><category term='pen'/><category term='ramdom'/><category term='zee'/><category term='dream'/><category term='refresh'/><category term='him'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='game'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='movie'/><category term='boy'/><category term='water'/><category term='insane'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='sun'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='bed'/><category term='friend'/><category term='UNLOCK'/><category term='problem'/><title type='text'>All Set and Done</title><subtitle type='html'>I seldom write anything here because I prefer writing on my notebook. Just ordinary things that happened to me. I dont talk much so this is were you will know how I think and what my opinions are. For example: we should ban french kiss on public.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-7232710134095416878</id><published>2009-09-23T10:55:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:05:16.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Phone</title><content type='html'>I got on a big fight that leaves my phone broken and smash.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just over reacted, but I'm totally angry that if I don't break something I might go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I can break, why my phone? Well, its least valuable in my hand. I cant break my MP3, I cant destroy my Lovely book collection. I cant break my mirror. So, it left me no choice, so I smash my phone on the wall. Leave it for a while then pick it up again, break it from the inside and "accidentally" throw it out side. I'm not BITTER.&lt;br /&gt; That's just how it is and that what I am when I'm totally pissed. I have to break something. My phone needs to retire anyway. Its like 5 years old or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I have to suffer. Phone less for I don't know how long, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT BUYING A NEW ONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-7232710134095416878?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7232710134095416878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=7232710134095416878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7232710134095416878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7232710134095416878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-phone.html' title='The Broken Phone'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-1220756847685920564</id><published>2009-09-14T09:29:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:57:05.479+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Dead End</title><content type='html'>I've been doing things i know will help me in the future, but i just cant bring my self to take it seriously. I know its a waste of money and time but i don't think my brain realizes this. this suck in every possible way. every corner i turn into and every idea i come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like I'm in a dead end. a dead end that you can never turn back and start over again. No options to take, no choices to make. just plain DEAD END. The feeling that you are so helpless that you cant even move a limb to climb up the wall because no matter how much you climb or jump you know you cant reach the top and save your self. this feeling sucks in every possible way and it sucks more when you realize the people you needed the most in times like this turn their back on you because they know you may drag them down with you. Of course I'm exaggerating, I don't have that kind friend, but sooner or later, I will. By that time I dont think I will still keep living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people will say: "everything will be alright" or "don't worry, its all gonna be OK". those words are that word that people don't wanna hear when they are in this situation. Its really irritating to hear those words specially when they don't know what your going through and not understand what is it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the words "You can make it, I know you can". Oh hell I can. I'm straggling so much to the point that I'm about to give up, you fool. I'm not as strong as you think I am. Its so frustrating hearing those words over and over again like a broken record that drives you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, life has its own roller coaster ride, but sometimes life gets too excited and over do it to the point that people has to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-1220756847685920564?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1220756847685920564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=1220756847685920564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1220756847685920564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1220756847685920564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dead-endl.html' title='My Dead End'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8894148032149976488</id><published>2009-08-19T14:49:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:05:44.956+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Shop More</title><content type='html'>I will assume everyone knows "Pet Society". If you dont, you can &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Me and my cousin is all crazy about this game "Pet Society" on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. We are so crazy that we actually bought the Blue Cash. It a different kind of money that you can use on the specific shop ONLY. It cost each of us 17.44 $Nz for 55 Blue Cash.&lt;br /&gt;     Last saturday (august 15) we bought it and it regestered into our accounts early this morning. So, we are all excited and all of that. We shop none stop today. Its the only thing I want to do today. After class I went directly to the Library to use one of the computers so that i can play.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, I stopped because my 55 Blue Cash is now down to 14 BlueCash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I shop too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8894148032149976488?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8894148032149976488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8894148032149976488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8894148032149976488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8894148032149976488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/08/shop-more.html' title='Shop More'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-1060404831724940607</id><published>2009-07-27T09:35:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:49:42.671+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>A Whole New Dream</title><content type='html'>Last saturday night, I dream of Charlie again. Yes, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is Charlie. I'm telling you his name now because that dream tell me something. The feeling whenever I dream of him before is gone. I dont miss him anymore. Its over, no more daydreaming of him coming back to me. No more hopes that keep stabing me whenever I dream about him. But now? nothing. Its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been 4 years, yeah that long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope this is really the end. I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is that I'm in a bus stop. Waiting for his bus to arrive, I sat on the pavement. Its took ages but I still waited. When he finally arrive we went to my house. I introduce him to my family. The wierd thing is that everybody is laughting at us. I drag him to a park. We walked like a couple. &lt;strong&gt;It feels so good to hold his hand once again&lt;/strong&gt;. Then my dream has ended with the sound of my alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♣Lady RedBird♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-1060404831724940607?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1060404831724940607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=1060404831724940607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1060404831724940607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1060404831724940607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/07/whole-new-dream.html' title='A Whole New Dream'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-2793306687891714085</id><published>2009-07-22T09:30:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:46:45.336+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>So Loooooooong</title><content type='html'>Hi, havent written anything in a long time so i'll just write anything I can remember in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started twitting (as in using &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;). Lot of posers and fakes in there. I dont even know if I'm following the real ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second or 'B' semester has already begun and its already the 2nd week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drop one of my papers* and now I'm carrying only 3. Its much easier this ways. Not much preassure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other week I witnessed a Cat Fight**. Its not really exciting because both girls dont know how to punch. Their fist is flying all oever the place, amd guese where it took place? At the Bus Depo***, lots of bastards is cheering for them to carry on fighting. Its not a good fight I tell you. If its me, I would be in jail right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! I almost forgot. I'm going to Uni with my brother, cousins and friends now. Another reason why this semester is much better than the previous one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and my brother is classmates in two of my papers. I dont know if its a good thing or bad thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you dont know:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Papers: Subjects&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Cat Fight: Girl Fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Bus Depo: Terminal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-2793306687891714085?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2793306687891714085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=2793306687891714085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2793306687891714085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2793306687891714085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-loooooooong.html' title='So Loooooooong'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-7482829107136584796</id><published>2009-06-13T15:50:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:50:40.262+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>3 Natural things That Fascinate Me the Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I was searching random images in &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.nz/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; when I decide to what&lt;br /&gt;do I love about nature.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nature is amazing in a way you wouldn't think its possible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if some of the images below is edited to look great but they are&lt;br /&gt;all awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is rainbow, imagine how brilliant the creator is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioihjdRI/AAAAAAAAACk/kJMda5JK9Qw/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346655262476563730" style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioihjdRI/AAAAAAAAACk/kJMda5JK9Qw/s320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning. You might think that I'm a weird, but I do think that I am. I always&lt;br /&gt;think is a glorious sight, specially the sound that comes after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioSSMqVI/AAAAAAAAACc/65P7w0z1I_Q/s1600-h/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346655258117187922" style="WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioSSMqVI/AAAAAAAAACc/65P7w0z1I_Q/s320/lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora. I have never seen one in my life but someday somehow I will be.&lt;br /&gt;So watch out.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how aurora happens but all I know is that its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioWXP91I/AAAAAAAAACU/zqbr73btmYI/s1600-h/Aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346655259212117842" style="WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioWXP91I/AAAAAAAAACU/zqbr73btmYI/s320/Aurora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told you how great nature is and what is my favorite part of it,&lt;br /&gt;so what's your? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-7482829107136584796?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7482829107136584796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=7482829107136584796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7482829107136584796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7482829107136584796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-natural-things-that-fascinate-me-most.html' title='3 Natural things That Fascinate Me the Most'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SjMioihjdRI/AAAAAAAAACk/kJMda5JK9Qw/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-3038026544962767200</id><published>2009-06-03T10:15:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:54:40.264+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zee'/><title type='text'>Series Of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First thing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;        Every monday morning, the first thing I do when I arrive early in school is grab a NEXUS mag in the hallway and read until the tutor is in. My favorite column of that mag is the "Lettuce of the Week" and "Runt All you Want" (or something like that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;        I always ignore some peoples articles and go directly to the said columns because its fun reading what people think is 'Shit'. One time her runt is about her angry vagina being ill-treated, and another is about smokers and Carpark. I'm very impress how people in this country is very stressed with parking lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;        So, I started reading....BOOM!! The letuce of the week is a human complaining about people runting shit and he/she is tired of reading it every monday morning and the school is not that bad. I was like "What The F**k Dude, people are just doing that because they the price "Voucher of the Bookstore" when your runt is the best out of anyone and lets face the fact that people are a little oportunist sometimes. When we are given the chance to say what we want to say and what we want to be heard we grab it". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;        Let them say what they want and they didnt say that the Uni is all bad, they are just stating thier opinion. Thats all. LOL, that guy is drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phil10102/103: Critical Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This paper is about "Arguament", although I dont love it I still continue to come to class. I listen to the tutor and take notes and sometimes reading the book. I'm having a very hard time not to oversleep. Alarming my phone on the maximum volume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I never been late in this paper until now. And to make matters worst, its our Final Exam. I arrive their about 20 mins late. Good thing I finished it on time. lol. It could have been worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zee fixed my site. Including the comment box (i havent got any until now), my cbox (^O^) and the post titles. My cousin is the greatest things you can have. Yeah, I lab her. SALAMAT again. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its Freezing Cold...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-3038026544962767200?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3038026544962767200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=3038026544962767200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>MOVING AGAIN</title><content type='html'>hai pepz..,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm moving to another blog soon,&lt;br /&gt;my cousin is making a new blogsite for me so,,,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.., she told me to look for a theme for now&lt;br /&gt;so she can start making it work..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm pretty sure its &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mywhitenoice.co.cc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-4987161796485947612?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4987161796485947612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=4987161796485947612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/4987161796485947612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/4987161796485947612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-again-hai-pepz.html' title='MOVING AGAIN'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-1826875714968807280</id><published>2009-05-08T12:45:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:39:13.369+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>The Cabbit</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cabbi&lt;/span&gt;t: a croos breed between a cat and a rabbit. Can that be possible? I found this website, its about almost every silly thing you know ( e.g. Cabbit story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some photos in this website that proves that its true, but its actually false. What they call Cabbit is actually a cat that has a genetic deffects. As a result, it looks like a cat and a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat has a chromosome no. of 38. (19 pairs)&lt;br /&gt;and a rabbit has 44 (22 pairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it self proves that "Cabbit" is impossible to exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-1826875714968807280?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1826875714968807280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=1826875714968807280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1826875714968807280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1826875714968807280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-believe-in-cabbit-cabbi-t-croos.html' title='The Cabbit'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-927627208818940055</id><published>2009-05-06T11:24:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:47:26.022+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>Decleration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can say I long to thee,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make him see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wonder of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the beauty of the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by: gotom nga Lucille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      I am hungry and therefore her mind is spinning to seek for food. I am bored and my eyes are tired of reading Pride and Prejudice. I'm almost at the end. Although I already know the ending, I'm still excited of how it would be in the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      By reading the book, I realise that the actors of the latest P&amp;amp;P have done a very great job in delivering the lines. Specially Miss keira knightly. It was so amazing, that I thought no one could have done a better job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;             In the book, the lenght of time has been shorten and some of the events has been change. I'm not saying its a bad thing. Actually its pretty amazing how they match the scenes like puzzle peices. In the book, the whole story would have took place for more that a year. And the events are more boring, I must say. Miss. Elizabeth's visit to now Mrs. Collin is actually a Month long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a good thing they cut the boring bits, its more exciting and wonderfully done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, here is another runt. My apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-927627208818940055?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/927627208818940055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=927627208818940055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/927627208818940055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/927627208818940055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/05/decleration.html' title='Decleration'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-2851253501928293619</id><published>2009-05-01T09:37:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:42:35.275+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My worst nightmare EVER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in my dream i was using the computer here in the university library. I was in the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4th floor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and busy doing my assignment. I was listening to some music and is oblivous of the world around me when suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I turn to my left to see the printer but what I saw was the last face in the world that I would like to see"&lt;/span&gt;. And he was god damn happy to see me. I panic but sat frozen in my chair. My heart started beating fast, my head is filled with plans to escape that damn guy and also why on earth is he here? for heavens sake this is New Zealand and of all the plases he might see me, why in the library where I cant dash away. I turned bact to the computer screen to log it off, but while I was logging off, he was telling everybody in the freaking room that I am his girlfriend and how he found me. I was shevering to death with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;self control&lt;/span&gt; so I decided to walk away as if nothing has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My misfortune didnt end in that scene, he followed me wherever I go. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ran through stairs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;jump through pavements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but he is still there, walking fast to catch up with me. My plan is not working at all so I decided to go to a councillor to inlighten his mind that I dont want him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Gosh who would want him if he is that pushy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, I lead him to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;councillors office&lt;/span&gt;. I entered the room and he was left outside. I told the councillor about how things turnedout and how he is following me like a&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. after my very long speach it was the guys turn to tell his side of the story. i was told to wait outside but I have another plan: go somewhere where he cant find me. I decided to hangout in the public library when my mom called me that a councillor was in my house waiting for me with the guy. WTF???? I opened my eyes and my heart still beating fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and said to my self: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"damn, that was weird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and close my eyes again. the next day i promise that I wont think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dream of it a few days ago, and damn it is the most creepy dream I ever have in my intire life. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No Ghost but there is a certain human&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that would make me kill my self than be in a room alone with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;call me whatever you want but you cant change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-2851253501928293619?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2851253501928293619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=2851253501928293619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2851253501928293619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2851253501928293619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-worst-nightmare-ever.html' title='My worst nightmare EVER!!'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8229465564147832983</id><published>2009-04-27T16:25:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:08:58.536+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>Simply Breathtaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you ask me a month ago what is my favorite love story, I would centainly answer "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", but now things have change. Its both good and bad thing to happen. I'll tell the reasons in a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I would go begging to my mother, just to let me borrow money so I can buy the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directors Notebook in The Making of Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I even bought all 4 books to read them again and again and again wothout the hussle of reserving it in the Library. I'm even planning of buying the 2 disk special edition of it, but now i dont think I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was during lunch last wednesday and I'm sitting alone eating my sushi when I spoted my uncle who is also studying at Uni (University of Waikato). I already know that Zee is currently sleeping at his place to bady sit his 2 girls because he works at night. He came over to where I sat and we talk until we reach the topic of my cousin sleeping in his house. He then invited me to acompany my cousin, which I thouht is a good Idea and I'm actually right (some unpleasant happened, you dont wanna know, but if you do then just ask). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stayed thier for 3 nights. I decided to ditch friday so we stayed up late. My cousin is on to classic novels nowadays so she bought this DVD's to watch. And one of those DVD's is "&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie I was spacing out. It was the latest version of P&amp;amp;P and the actors were all amazing. I cant stop thinking about it. How things happen and how the they fit together. The love that is there all along those arguments and glaring. I cant express the feelings that I have in me right now. I now experiencing the no-words-can-explain thing. I just cant stop falling in,love with &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more that I did with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Edward C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its been days since is last seen the movie ( I have seen it twice) but still the chill that its giving everytime I recall 'kilig momments" is all the same, no, its much stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now I was looking for Mr. Darcy's photo's to put in my MP3 playe. I went to photobucket to search, but I just cant finish doing it. Everytime I see a photo of him with the smile, that is rearly shown in the movie, I stop breathing. I'm having a hard time stopping my self from hugging the computer screen. He is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Breathtakingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my ideal guy. The story is just the exsact love story mine I wish to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P&amp;amp;P is now my favorite movie. There are no choosing what, no comparing. Mr. Darcy is the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Mr. Darcy? well . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ♥ Mr. Darcy...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8229465564147832983?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8229465564147832983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8229465564147832983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8229465564147832983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8229465564147832983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/04/simpy-breathtaking.html' title='Simply Breathtaking'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-693311183876500561</id><published>2009-03-25T05:44:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:40:46.852+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My Faceless Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;My Faceless Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weird as you say but my cousins boyfriend is in the house yowh...! also the group of pilipino's she (my cousin) meet, I meet a few of them. We are having a camping and its raining. I dont know but the venue was in my grandma's house back home. It was a bit "ok" coz my cousin and her boyfriend is sharing the same tent to them selves. We are injoying our selves until the pairing happens. Dustin and Jenny is now official, Miguel and somebody else( not sure if its Jannel) ware keeping their conversation to them selves. One moring ( I think it was the next moring) some guys(whte guys) are loading down some beds and I dont know what else. Later did I know that the camping is extended, it doesnt bother me coz the longer, the better. My cousin and her boyfriend is in a huge swing( I dont know how to call it) and are talking about the plans when the camping is over. then, One of the guys I've seen Unloading some stuff shouted "As long as I can see LUCILLE again, its alright". I look at my cousin and she is looking back, grinning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"What the Hell are you talking about?"&lt;/span&gt; I shouted back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"ling, he likes you. Isn't that obviouse?"&lt;/span&gt; My cousin EXplained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We are inside a building, I'm setting in one corner, still confuse about what the dude said. Then I can hear them talking. Its not clear because the window is open and its raining. I dont know what's their topic, I just shouted::&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I dont even like KIWIs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He stood up looking at me. He's aiming for the door, he pulled hes hood and walk out. I just stared back to the window. But I can see him throwing stones into the river with extra force. He have some audience with him. one of them is Jenny, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I called her and signal&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not looking at the window, I dont want to face him him. A few  minutes later, he walk in. I pulled a chair and offer it to him. and he did sit on it. I take off his wet jacket and hang it somewhere, I also offered him a towel. after that  where fine, we are now sharing the same tent. nothing is happening of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But never once did i see his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-693311183876500561?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/693311183876500561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=693311183876500561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/693311183876500561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/693311183876500561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-faceless-lover-weird-as-you-say-but.html' title='My Faceless Lover'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-5416995218858248462</id><published>2009-03-06T17:49:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:26:29.468+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOP 10 THINGS WHY TODAY IS DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;i saw my uncle at school. first time this week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a man. Pale, beautiful and has dark rings around its eyes. I wonder if he is a V.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the first time this week, I'm not satisfied with my lunch (burger homemade)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a dude. His eyes is so good to look at. its blue but not the ordinary blue eyes that you can see everywhere. Its like the color of your swimming pool. I really wish to look at it even just for a minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today is Friday. no class tomorrow, hurray...!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for the first time this week I know what to do in my free time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And to the first time this week, i feel awesome..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh.., first time that I have to cover my head because it is raining&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THINGS I HATE ABOUT SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stairs are everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My math teacher is nuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Philosophy paper expect us to learn about "ARGUMENT"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Psychology teacher have a very strong accent (his Swiss)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have to attend tutorials&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know enough people to like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't have my weekly allowance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SbCzs5DlMBI/AAAAAAAAACI/MONkoCKlUxY/s1600-h/Keychain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SbCzs5DlMBI/AAAAAAAAACI/MONkoCKlUxY/s320/Keychain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309941544481271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WONDERLAND IS GONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-5416995218858248462?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5416995218858248462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=5416995218858248462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/5416995218858248462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/5416995218858248462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10-things-why-today-is-different-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SbCzs5DlMBI/AAAAAAAAACI/MONkoCKlUxY/s72-c/Keychain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-3506483839097493319</id><published>2009-03-04T19:08:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:09:51.464+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNLOCK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STORE ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its better this way,&lt;br /&gt;even better to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;All I have to know is if your happy,&lt;br /&gt;shes a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will  be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I hope so, if not I'm always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;But its better to move on&lt;br /&gt;start to live once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;and that's for good.&lt;br /&gt;day dreaming is over&lt;br /&gt;like a bubble that popped in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;like a candy taken away from a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its also like a heavy book&lt;br /&gt;being returned to the Library,&lt;br /&gt;like a student who passed in her&lt;br /&gt;major exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a big relief, yes its is.&lt;br /&gt;But what will happen to the empty space&lt;br /&gt;you left behind?&lt;br /&gt;the empty floor of the library&lt;br /&gt;in which was once filled with notes&lt;br /&gt;and books about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to the hallow space&lt;br /&gt;you left deserted.&lt;br /&gt;I say to lock it down,&lt;br /&gt;lock it until some one  much better&lt;br /&gt;than you will arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone greater than you will come&lt;br /&gt;and grab the key from my hands&lt;br /&gt;and open the door to the empty Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put truck of book's&lt;br /&gt;far more greater than yours.&lt;br /&gt;stock it with more useful documents&lt;br /&gt;and store it with even more advance computers&lt;br /&gt;and software's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, no one should inter the room&lt;br /&gt;Until then, my life would be incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-3506483839097493319?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/3506483839097493319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=3506483839097493319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/3506483839097493319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/3506483839097493319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/03/store-room-i-think-its-better-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-4878533158002811109</id><published>2009-03-04T18:17:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:49:35.629+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNLOCK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>HOW'S THING'S?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW THINGS HAVE GONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to let go being a dreamer. I have to accept the fact that you no longer belong to me. I have to face  the truth. Well, as long as you are happy, its fine by me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School starts this week. yeah..I'm back to my boring classes and thing like that. Although I only have four subjects (here its called PAPER's) my schedule is still loaded because of tutorial which you have to have in every paper. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;eg, Bio102: BIO lectures, BIO tutorials&lt;br /&gt;BIO laboratory, BIO laboratory tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all I have to attend 10 different classes per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a philosophy paper that study about ARGUMENT. Tell me, WHY WOULD I HAVE TO STUDY THIS FREAKIN' THING???? For god sake, who would be using this thing in there careers?? I mean, do we rally have to learn whats the meaning of argument? SOOOO DAMMMMNNNN WEIRD....!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of weird, In the same subject I have a classmate who wears ninja stuff. When I say ninja stuff I mean naruto king of ninja. Like the forehead protector that ninja from KONOHA wear and also the green vest which I remember being use but one of the sensei in naturo's class. GOSH...!!! If you think about it really carefully. People here graduate in high school at the age of eithteen, that means his 18 years old but still sooooo obsessed with naruto. I'm a anime addict my self but I can still handle it well enough for not wearing stuff like thoese. Geeezzz...I wonder what would I look like if I dress like SAILOR MOON or like the girl from RAGNAROK, I think the girl named TAQUES or something like that. the girl who always wear blind fold. YEAH......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more "DREAMER &amp;amp; DREAM ON"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HALLOW HEART"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UNLOCK MY HEART"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cute  ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my second new testament BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-4878533158002811109?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/4878533158002811109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=4878533158002811109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/4878533158002811109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/4878533158002811109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/03/hows-things.html' title='HOW&apos;S THING&apos;S?'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8094871287635668842</id><published>2009-02-20T13:10:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:22:34.262+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>I'm Doing Good, I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"i'm doing good, i think"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(not sure, really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;so here we go., yesterday I lost this thing that i really needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i think it was my wallet, i never seen it for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(yeah.., thats how I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to move the bed so I can search on the other side of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;but i still got the thingy in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah, I havent got the courage to check what happened to the bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;until yesterday. I got a stick with me in case the thing is still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I slowly move the bed. climbed over it and have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;woohoo....!! the think is in there, laying on its back ans drop dead, dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;yeehhaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;the next thing, my waking up problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;haha! Even if i sleep about two in the morning i still wake up by 7;30 or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel really good. I have solve most of my problems except my weight and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;my cleaning problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;hihi.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;got to go..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;last post i never said " dream on", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;so now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DREAM  ON....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;double Effect..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;0r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;2X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;hihi...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8094871287635668842?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8094871287635668842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8094871287635668842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8094871287635668842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8094871287635668842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-doing-good-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m Doing Good, I think'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-2415814520617023809</id><published>2009-02-14T21:00:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:35:39.250+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"freak out and kill a cicada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a long warm night. i keep twisting and turning in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;i opened my window as wide as it goes. unfortunately, no wind is&lt;br /&gt;present, nothing to cool me down.&lt;br /&gt;i was restless all night. heat keeping wide-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas! night is over and sun came dashing up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;i left my window open wide and just the white curtains the only&lt;br /&gt;shield from anything. I came back to my room, to my big surprise&lt;br /&gt;a cicada is sticking in my curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did everything just to stop the thingy from entering my room,&lt;br /&gt;but it only make things worst. the cicada made to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared that I  left my room, close the door behind me and&lt;br /&gt;forget that that horrendous thing is inside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark is approaching fast and i need to face the fact.&lt;br /&gt;I grab a stick, about two feet long to try... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;kill the thing, maybe? its gonna die anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't kill it using the stick but I grab a fly pray&lt;br /&gt;and spray the ugly thing away(i still dont know if its still alive or not,&lt;br /&gt;too scared to check.)&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs to look for a longer stick, and i did.&lt;br /&gt;but it did nothing good. the thingy is trying to get away,&lt;br /&gt;and it tried to fly. I freak out and accidentally hit the light.&lt;br /&gt;not the light bulb but the glass thing that covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.., i hate that thing.&lt;br /&gt;so now, this time of the year, i will&lt;br /&gt;always close the window whenever&lt;br /&gt;i will leave my freakin' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got set of dreams:&lt;br /&gt;one is about 4 girls being herded into an&lt;br /&gt;old building by 2 killers. their actually quite a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;six packs and all that; the other one is about me.&lt;br /&gt;its actually a girl that just turn 18. her family, or i would say her new family&lt;br /&gt;tool her to this place. something like red district, but anyway they took her to that place&lt;br /&gt;and try to get her drunk for the first time. when its time to dance, people seems&lt;br /&gt;to avoid her. so, she sit back to her chair and tell her family about it. it so happens&lt;br /&gt;that one of her family is a hair stylist and she ask her sister to give her a make over.&lt;br /&gt;when she came out of the ladies room, people twist their neck to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story of my dream will be continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-2415814520617023809?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2415814520617023809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=2415814520617023809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2415814520617023809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2415814520617023809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/02/freak-out-and-kill-cicada-it-was-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8562772616697094012</id><published>2009-02-09T22:52:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:30:02.326+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Being Difficult"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its probably&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; just me&lt;/span&gt; or just her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my mother&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;annoying the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cant understand my self whether i do or i dont understand my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;. i love being alone but if i am i feel like i'm people forget&lt;br /&gt;about me. yeah.., maybe its just how people is.&lt;br /&gt;all messed up, if its not then i dont what to call it.. imperfect perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be wondering &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;what the heck i am talking about&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just letting my fingers write what ever they want.&lt;br /&gt;its 11 pm. i'm watching desperate  house wifes.&lt;br /&gt;my brother is watching something in you tube.&lt;br /&gt;i cant hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cha-cha-cha mirigo cha-cha-cha 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cha-cha-cha..!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of me is the screen(ofcorz) and a cup of cold coffee.,&lt;br /&gt;a sharpener, a comb(not mine), a pick, eraser, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the thing that you use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to erase ball pen mess&lt;/span&gt;, a all-in-one remote control, a metal ruler, some speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my right side is a bunch of cables, a pair of dumbbells,  electric fan, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;painting made by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my brother&lt;/span&gt;, a shelf contains some figurines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my left hand side is the living room. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you probably know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;what would you see in a normal living room, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pre-enrolled&lt;/span&gt; in the University.&lt;br /&gt;One more step to go and I'm done with this freaking process&lt;br /&gt;that takes ages to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost remember, i already finish  the book me and my cousin borrowed&lt;br /&gt;from the library. now, i have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nothing else to read&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she is planing another girls day out. I'm not sure with it my self.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i will because i'm going to help her pass her application form&lt;br /&gt;for the same school i applied for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to get back in shape. I wake up 7 am to play&lt;br /&gt;badminton for about 1 and a haft hour with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(7 am is early...FOR ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only eat two meals a day. in this house/family, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;we dont prepare anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;for launch.&lt;/span&gt; but you are welcome to some fruits.&lt;br /&gt;banana, apple, hmmm.., banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened. its not the water line. I cant take a shower until&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. I havent been in the shower for two days now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; sooo sticky&lt;/span&gt;.., god...!! why did it have to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.., i'm suffering sunburn on my back. i forgot to put sunblock on it.&lt;br /&gt;goshhh...!!! this is what happens to people wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;backless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without thingking on putting sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;take my bra off every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;oh.., its full moon..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DREAM ON..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8743518797919297158</id><published>2009-02-08T22:26:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:46:59.115+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sunburn"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;we went back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kawhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and have a swim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;this time, with some &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relatives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sorry, no photo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;coz my sister is the photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no good one's)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so yeah..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its all clean and clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;by the time were home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i went straight to bed and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and wake up when my cousin went into my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and now the moon is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its really beautyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oh yeah.., i made my own alphabets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hahaha.., its really nice to look at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I call it "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dream Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i dont know what else did I do this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;have a nice day..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM ON...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8743518797919297158?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8743518797919297158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8743518797919297158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8743518797919297158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8743518797919297158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunburn-we-went-back-to-kawhia-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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I wish its mine so i can throw it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm not sure what to write of all the things happened to me&lt;br /&gt;this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the graduation letter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and I is in the same school but different campus.&lt;br /&gt;and be both finish our course last year but&lt;br /&gt;will graduate march this year.&lt;br /&gt;so, our graduation letter arrived yesterday(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;his and mine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;so my little sister is handling our letter to me and my cousin jay2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;(who is sleeping over in my house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to open it and see what does it say.&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise the  starting of the letter was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Dear Lowell Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(my brothers name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check the envelop to check if its really&lt;br /&gt;address to me, and it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm like What the Hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wheres my graduation letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother just opened his and&lt;br /&gt;and enclose was mine.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin just lough to what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..,for that short second &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that i wont graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead relief about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/1b38f9e2.gif" alt=":sigh:" title=":sigh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/1b38f9e2.gif" alt=":sigh:" title=":sigh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really graduating.., &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;18 years old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;graduating from college..?&lt;/span&gt; how cool is that...!!&lt;br /&gt;but I planned to study again.&lt;br /&gt;so, bring it on...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/233cd70a.gif" alt=":bringiton:" title=":bringiton:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/233cd70a.gif" alt=":bringiton:" title=":bringiton:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/233cd70a.gif" alt=":bringiton:" title=":bringiton:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dream on..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-1544085951068638982?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1544085951068638982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=1544085951068638982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1544085951068638982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1544085951068638982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-1042749735095374724</id><published>2009-01-24T00:18:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:38:39.380+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm dead Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJU9wacI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ap2VkdX-h7U/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJU9wacI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ap2VkdX-h7U/s320/DSC03740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294447715150752194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;ok..., who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THE DREAMER....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that's right baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJVadOEI/AAAAAAAAABw/k-EbJjqx2S0/s1600-h/DSC03738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJVadOEI/AAAAAAAAABw/k-EbJjqx2S0/s320/DSC03738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294447715271129154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(L-R: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lonely Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Definition of ME&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;New Moon Book Cover, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Candle light&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Whenever I'm in the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i make some drawings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sometimes, i copy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sometimes i don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJBybHUI/AAAAAAAAABo/ActCgbaaTxE/s1600-h/DSC03737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJBybHUI/AAAAAAAAABo/ActCgbaaTxE/s320/DSC03737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294447710002945346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;here are some of my habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I like my Color pencils to be always sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and i don't throw those away coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i just like to keep them..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh.., thats their spacial sharpener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean, only for my color pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJHm0WGI/AAAAAAAAABg/SVBDpRqjJHI/s1600-h/DSC03735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJHm0WGI/AAAAAAAAABg/SVBDpRqjJHI/s320/DSC03735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294447711564879970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;My beloved color pencils, all have sharp edges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJNLIfWI/AAAAAAAAABY/eF8fZj6Mmcc/s1600-h/DSC03734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJNLIfWI/AAAAAAAAABY/eF8fZj6Mmcc/s320/DSC03734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294447713059372386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like how it looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Dream On...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/233cd70a.gif" alt=":bringiton:" title=":bringiton:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/233cd70a.gif" alt=":bringiton:" title=":bringiton:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/233cd70a.gif" alt=":bringiton:" title=":bringiton:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-1042749735095374724?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1042749735095374724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=1042749735095374724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1042749735095374724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1042749735095374724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-dead-bored-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SXmoJU9wacI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ap2VkdX-h7U/s72-c/DSC03740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8532273850020229661</id><published>2009-01-22T09:05:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:18:17.237+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;yeah....!! i did it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt; to wake up before 10am,&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.......,  i'm so proud of my self..,&lt;br /&gt;i have to exercise today so that my body will get tired&lt;br /&gt;so that i can sleep &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; tonight..,&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.., i'm going to the UNI today, after launch&lt;br /&gt;to pass  my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;application form&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite nervous coz maybe&lt;br /&gt;they wont accept me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if they would but,&lt;br /&gt;i cant help my self from thinking all those negative things.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid brain&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h..., i drunk 1 glass milk with 6 tsp. of  milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it still taste like milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;("i dont like milk")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it because i want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;immediately. it seems to work a little so&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do it again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;see if it still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, have a great day today..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DREAM ON...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8532273850020229661?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8532273850020229661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8532273850020229661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8532273850020229661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8532273850020229661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-5319030486579743093</id><published>2009-01-21T20:37:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:47:08.547+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel sad for her. i wish i could make things better for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;but i cant. shes in T.A. and i'm in Hamilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;now, all i can do is give her my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hole heart support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;how i wish i could be at her side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;to listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;how i wish i was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; she is eating now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;to comfort her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(hmmmmm.., ice cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway..., good luck girl..., &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i know you can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"the dreamer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-5319030486579743093?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5319030486579743093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=5319030486579743093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/5319030486579743093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/5319030486579743093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/tragedy-i-feel-sad-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-5254398433928195242</id><published>2009-01-20T13:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:24:32.201+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Last Nights Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ballroom Dancing&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;whattt....! yeah.., ball room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;haven't i told you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can dance baby&lt;/span&gt;..! hahaha..., yeah..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;do you know "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Take the Lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" by&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antoneo Banderas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; its a movie about ballroom dancing. and its actually base on real life story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Now, in my dream I was dancing in the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;oh yeah..,I'm dancing with a girl so its odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;girl-girl in a competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;this girl i'm dancing with is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;so, we are just dancing for fun. swinging in every direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;we like. we are laughing to our selves then suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;we are winning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;ohh...yeah.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i just realize. i still dream  60x every night but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;problem is i cant remember any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;except for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;academic records&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I phoned yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;is here already. boy.., they're fast..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;so, tomorrow, I will go to the enrollment office in the university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;wish me luck..!! nOO...! hope me luck...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;wahahaha..., so yeah.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i wake up at 10:15 this morning so  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i'm making progress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-5254398433928195242?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/5254398433928195242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=5254398433928195242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/5254398433928195242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/5254398433928195242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-nights-dream-ballroom-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-7546190799485991991</id><published>2009-01-19T14:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:48:49.116+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Problem #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;hey.., I've got a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I cant dream....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;shoot...!! where can you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a dreamer who cant dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;O.M.G. i don't know whats happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in the brain of mine who was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;once called brilliant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;by me cousin. I don't think its working properly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"WANTED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;BRAIN FIXER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;nah.., just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;anyways, i'm waiting for my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Academic records &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;to arrive so i can finish my enrollment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm quite excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;oh., I'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I've ZERO money baby. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so, i have nothing to do until Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;yesterday, we have our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;movie marathon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i didn't like it because its all &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;horror movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;or suspense or something with monsters and killers in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i just hide in my bed room and play the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;oh yeah, my planning on making a wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;like movies that i wanted to see, or things that i wanted to get before 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;end. its going to be  divided into 2 parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"HOPE List"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WISH List"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;do you know whats the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;no? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Google &lt;/span&gt;it. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PROBLEM #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i have problem sleeping before 12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;coz i got use sleeping at dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so if you have any advice please write it on my CBOX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt; doesn't work on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i need stronger than &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt; but milder that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;oh anyway, what do you call this sickness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-7546190799485991991?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7546190799485991991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=7546190799485991991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7546190799485991991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7546190799485991991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-1-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-1647627219859530877</id><published>2009-01-17T20:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:37:58.805+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I meet a new friend from a hundred miles away..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;hey....!!! before i start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;just got from a 2 night sleep over in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;my uncles place to baby sit his daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;when he goes to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you can never leave small children at home without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an adult, if you do.., you will have a sleep over behind the cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bars for about more than a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so.., yeah. his from Philippines, 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;yehey....!!! were kinda similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i love anime's and he dose too.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;he love animals, and so do i..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so, lingaw kaau ko...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;trans : so.., I'm so happy...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and, pa.cute kaau xa..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-1647627219859530877?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/1647627219859530877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=1647627219859530877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1647627219859530877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/1647627219859530877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-meet-new-friend-from-hundred-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8475045061955223669</id><published>2009-01-16T00:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:26:36.116+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whoa...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i play guitar., and i have this song in my mind&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know what chords could i play them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this cousin of mine who usually makes songs is with me&lt;br /&gt;to baby sit our uncles dauthers for a night., coz he works at night.&lt;br /&gt;(yeahhh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and, i told her about it and she made me sing this song i made which&lt;br /&gt;is only made up of two verses.&lt;br /&gt;trhen, i ask her to finish it for me.&lt;br /&gt;and she did..! and it turns out to be great...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy, she put a chorus on it and bridge too..,&lt;br /&gt;so, if she will record it i would let everyone hear it..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story is about a girl dreaming(me) of the boy(him),&lt;br /&gt;they use to be together but the boy lost interest&lt;br /&gt;in her and left her. but the girl still keeps dreaming&lt;br /&gt;but everytime she wakes up&lt;br /&gt;she would scold her self for dreaming about him.&lt;br /&gt;and remind her self that he is gone and he would never come back to her.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is "remind myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish he can hear it..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8475045061955223669?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8475045061955223669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8475045061955223669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8475045061955223669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8475045061955223669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-8784752145265544</id><published>2009-01-15T23:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:10:37.856+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;its been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i written anything, its also&lt;br /&gt;been a while since i dream of something.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped dreaming about him and it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;reliefe and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;reliefe for after 2 years..! i finally getting better at forgetting me.&lt;br /&gt;annoyed because if i dont dream about him, there's nothing left to&lt;br /&gt;dream about. so, i'm still alive and dreamless every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happening to me now?&lt;br /&gt;well, you can letirally call me a vampire now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm awake from dusk till dawn :)&lt;br /&gt;hehe.., not really but, i wake up 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;and go to bed at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.., there...! i'm a vampire..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...! my mother is really getting mad at me coz&lt;br /&gt;all i do is just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so, what i did this very day is enroll for the&lt;br /&gt;course i choose(although i wasnt finish yet)&lt;br /&gt;and prove her that i'm not that stupid and lazy at all.&lt;br /&gt;XD :) XD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy..!! coz i'll be studying at uni...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;class starts at the 2nd of march...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-8784752145265544?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/8784752145265544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=8784752145265544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8784752145265544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/8784752145265544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while-its-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-6841563732613324629</id><published>2009-01-07T19:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:43:35.010+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;♣-----Kawhia Fishing-----♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fishing..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;So, we've gone fishing to Kawhia (pronounce as Kafia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;here some photo of what i did when I'm bored waiting for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;father, uncle and brothers to catch some fish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Mermaid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;actually i'm shouting for my sister to take a photo of the thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;before the wave washes it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It doesn't have a face yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I maid that for the fact that I'm at sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm telling my self that if i believe in vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i also have to believe to the other creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that is also a part of some people imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRRvoHrDiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PsF74T95-40/s1600-h/DSC03463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRRvoHrDiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PsF74T95-40/s320/DSC03463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288441741105106466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"flower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I have no idea why i curve a flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;maybe because i always want to make one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ever since i was in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRSccgkXFI/AAAAAAAAABA/4-1tCL1CGuw/s1600-h/DSC03485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRSccgkXFI/AAAAAAAAABA/4-1tCL1CGuw/s320/DSC03485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288442511082413138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Do you know that is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;imagine that thing is red. i'm sure you've already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;anyway, its haft buried because i cant make a whole one out of fine sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"I'm still a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;twilighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; no matter what they say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRSWlZ90bI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0RBx-1Glycw/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRSWlZ90bI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0RBx-1Glycw/s320/DSC03484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288442410391425458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Lastly, me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i still don't know what would my logo be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i maid one but i don't think its good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRSjWpHt8I/AAAAAAAAABI/HUUzDDVs_QM/s1600-h/DSC03517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRSjWpHt8I/AAAAAAAAABI/HUUzDDVs_QM/s320/DSC03517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288442629766756290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"what do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Dream On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRXpd6tf8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GDgtY-F5L8k/s1600-h/finish+dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRXpd6tf8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GDgtY-F5L8k/s320/finish+dreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448232356937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-6841563732613324629?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/6841563732613324629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=6841563732613324629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/6841563732613324629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/6841563732613324629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/kawhia-fishing-fishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SWRRvoHrDiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PsF74T95-40/s72-c/DSC03463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-585131414620192443</id><published>2009-01-02T19:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:21:36.426+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♣=Everything=♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;setting&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;family camping or i think its swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;venue&lt;/span&gt;: part camping site, part swimming pool, and part of my aunts house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;: no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, its was a family gathering on my moms side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was looking for something to wear to swim. I was very uncomfortable for some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I look down to see my self and the problem is their.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm walking in the pool side without a top. and i don't know but i didn't panic.(stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its crazy because i only have my left arm to cover up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then i found my bra and a singlet. so problem solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/35.gif" alt="gile" title="gile" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/35.gif" alt="gile" title="gile" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Try Singing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was walking towards the poolside where my cousins are busy singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on the karaoke machine. I'm just listening to them when suddenly they offer me the mic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The pitch of the song was too high for me to sing so tried to push it away. Then suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody  grab the mic and sing the remaining lyrics of the song which i cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was shock, not because of what the person have done for me but for who the person was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/78.gif" alt="gatai" title="gatai" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Zee, meet him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/78.gif" alt="gatai" title="gatai" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont know what happen after the karaoke thing but here we are now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and in the pool with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; and what shock me most is that ZEE was their?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What on earth is she doing here? And she sat next to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ZEE&lt;/span&gt; knows everything about him (in my point of view).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She was eying me. oh noh..! her eyes have this "so-this-is-him" look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I introduce him to her still cant look at her in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saying he was a high school friend. no need to tell here much more details &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for she already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" alt="malu" title="malu" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" alt="malu" title="malu" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" alt="malu" title="malu" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-585131414620192443?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/585131414620192443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=585131414620192443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/585131414620192443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/585131414620192443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-2088688335753528314</id><published>2008-12-30T20:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:20:14.261+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I'm not Tired of Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♣=I'm not tired of Dreaming=♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this time i know he was their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but he is just looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;looking from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/1b38f9e2.gif" alt=":sigh:" title=":sigh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream was something i dream of doing( i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue: Combination of a school and the&lt;br /&gt;kisolon market.&lt;br /&gt;time: High school, i think, because we are wearing&lt;br /&gt;high school uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://blogimage.roodo.com/onion_club/efb50fe2.gif" alt=":ha?:" title=":ha?:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm somebody's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that come home from abroad for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; their something like a amazing race going on and I'm the best participant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the game because my team wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can see in the corner of my eye that he was looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*gosh...!!! i was stupid to wish that he would talk to me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the game was over, then i realize that my dad was planning a fiestival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in our small town. I help him set up the flayers and other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then, some popular bands came over to perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my dad is worried because he cant find an MC to lead the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;whole performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;luckily I'm around so I become the MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm seeing my self in the stage. wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;strapless&lt;/span&gt; top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187079-%E5%A4%B1%E9%AD%82.gif" alt=":takot:" title=":takot:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*i never wear shorts and strapless in public*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then the vocalist of the band ask if i were cold then i answered no and he laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because I'm not cold and its raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then i can feel him somewhere in the audience, looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with his eyes full or regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" alt="sedih" title="sedih" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" alt="sedih" title="sedih" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" alt="sedih" title="sedih" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-2088688335753528314?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/2088688335753528314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=2088688335753528314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2088688335753528314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/2088688335753528314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dream-of-him-again.html' title='I&apos;m not Tired of Dreaming'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798376263402156116.post-7548993209092191377</id><published>2008-12-29T16:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:21:18.543+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>dreaming again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♣=Dreaming Again=♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; again..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i dream of something like i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;travel back time..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i dream that we are still high schoolers..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but the setting is wrong because its my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;elementary school that is shown im my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;its something like there is a festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because student stay outdoors.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so me, Riza, and Jamillah is their.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187078-%E6%B0%B4%E8%8D%89%E8%88%9E.gif" alt=":woooh:" title=":woooh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he was nowhere to be seen but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i know he is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i sat on a table where a stranger (student)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is sitting their alone..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then suddenly he showed up and sit beside me..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so.., what happen was we are talking.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;his always on my side..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;its something like mine and his lips are inches away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody is giggling so i bent across him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then suddenly i told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"if you dont want me,  then let me go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he never answer, this hurts me.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then we continue talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is the funny part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;earlier i gave him chocolate bars&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him: this is me (pointing on one of the two bars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him: because i am taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: so that's me? (pointing on a shorter choco bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him: (smiles) yeah..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: lets eat me..(attempting to grab the chocobars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: noway..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(loud giggles from student who are looking at us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the chocolate bars fell on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187097-%E5%B4%A9%E6%BD%B0.gif" alt=":ayokona:" title=":ayokona:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but what was he thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparing me from a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chocolate bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i cant recall what we talk about but its really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then he walk away, i dont know where..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then some student sit closer to have a better view?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then i turn to face then, they are smiling at me.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; take a chair from somewhere then he sit with them..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was facing them, im a bit annoyed to him sitting with them instead with me.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to my surprise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HE KISSED ME..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798376263402156116-7548993209092191377?l=thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/feeds/7548993209092191377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798376263402156116&amp;postID=7548993209092191377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7548993209092191377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798376263402156116/posts/default/7548993209092191377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiswhitenoise.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming-again.html' title='dreaming again'/><author><name>Lady RedBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00644322717466646787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj0EJuAJ_ao/SVg7nvW9I0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AExtOHAz50w/S220/DSC09330.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
