<?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-4745766978638876823</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:50:11.264-07:00</updated><category term='Insomnia'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='Tops'/><category term='I heart school ?'/><category term='major failure'/><title type='text'>The sappy truth</title><subtitle type='html'>Some gibberish tidbits on thy life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-5693618471325733515</id><published>2010-06-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:29:57.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve been sleepy this whole day and now I have a chance to sleep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is simple and resolving it is easy as it just means that I have to get up, take 5 steps towards my window and proceed to draw the curtains ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; no, my almost legendary laziness has attacked once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my laziness; it is the one thing that has been a holding me back from almost anything in my life like say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studying&lt;/span&gt; : Every single report card I got from grade 2 till grade 10 have had “Not living up to her potential” which is fancy talk for “your daughter is lazy and I wonder every single day how she motivates herself enough to breathe.”&lt;br /&gt;2.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waking up&lt;/span&gt;: 3 years attending college and most of my failures are not  cause I’m daft but because I cannot muster up enough ‘want’ to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;3.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving around&lt;/span&gt;: I once stayed at the living room for 3 days because I was too lazy to bring my laptop back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;List goes on really but I want to go back to the problem at hand which is that my curtains aren’t drawn completely and I can see a red blinking thing which I’m going to just guess is coming from a tower and not some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; flying totally motionless monster with a red blinking nose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I’ve been mulling over this matter since 12 am... and its 2:30 am now – I’ve pretty much decided to call it a mornight and head down to the living room for some good ol’ TV but I’m too lazy to do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; too...&lt;br /&gt;Egh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just looked outside my window and woah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The blinking thing is gone... which means only one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *pause for effect*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Something Rudolph-ish this way comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/42.gif" alt="gigitjari" title="gigitjari" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-5693618471325733515?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5693618471325733515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=5693618471325733515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/5693618471325733515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/5693618471325733515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-7107432417772850872</id><published>2010-06-04T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:33:59.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m in love,sorta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Hi, I’m in love...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Well not really...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Or I guess yes, maybe I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;If anyone’s reading this and they’ve read back to my past posts, they’ll get that I’m a fool when it comes to lovin' and likin'.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;I always have someone I wanna be with but I can never get *usually because I’m a dimwit and I get the oh-shits whenever it comes to answering the “Can you be my girlfriend?” part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Now though I have no one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Only cause I’ve told myself I wasn’t gunna look anymore and I’d just wait it out till I’m 23 and by then I aim on going for an arranged marriage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Anyhowzah,as I said in the title...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;‘I’m in love,sorta’... I’m in love with the &lt;i&gt;idea of falling in love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;I’ve even made up countless conversations which I will have with my future bf who will ultimately be my future husband, the convos by the way are insanely funny and cringe-inducing but I will not post them to save myself from the cringe that I myself would give a person who made up conversations with her currently unknown boyfriend/future husband who may or may not have been born yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;*Imaginary blog readers say &lt;b&gt;“what?!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Me: Yes,I could go all cougar on young tots - anywhoo you can’t be picky when you’re alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-7107432417772850872?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7107432417772850872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=7107432417772850872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/7107432417772850872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/7107432417772850872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-in-lovesorta.html' title='I’m in love,sorta'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-6085805474425836034</id><published>2010-06-02T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:45:59.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major failure'/><title type='text'>Awful awful men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Had an awfully awful experience today when a degenerate man followed me in the train station.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Not really the first time its’ happened but things like these always give me the chills but at the same time there’s a part of me hoping that they’d do something ludicrously dumb like touch me or something just so I can have a reason to break their nose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways the stuff he did weren’t really that &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; but you can only do so much to ignore his crap, I tried to laugh it off as his quirkiness but when he got out of his way to follow me, sit next to me, stare at me from 2 inches away and give me a longing gaze before he got off his stop on the train- it really got hard to try and see the better side in him. I don’t even know what he thought he was gunna get from what he did...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I myself have &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ogled more than a few men in my young age but I’ve always had the utmost respect when I ogle them, by that I mean I don’t do the ‘perverted-you’re-slowly-being-undressed-face’ &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I’ve never done anything &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;remotely close to making them uncomfortable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m okay with people looking because it’s a free country and you can never tell what piques the interest of people but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I just wish men all have the decency to back off when it’s clear that they’re making someone uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-6085805474425836034?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6085805474425836034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=6085805474425836034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/6085805474425836034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/6085805474425836034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/06/awful-awful-men.html' title='Awful awful men.'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-1622328582348043411</id><published>2010-05-31T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:16:28.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here’s to the “look-a-likes”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at my &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-celebrities-and-look-likes.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; to feel that my posts have a sense of continuity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; Right so, I've been to many sites like those before and I usually get a message saying ...&lt;strong&gt;No face was detected&lt;/strong&gt;“ which used to hurt me &lt;em&gt;a little&lt;/em&gt; since it wasn't like I uploaded a picture that had nature or just furniture in it till I decided to be positive albeit stupid and instead think that my face is really just unique.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;This time though I was on a mission &lt;strike&gt;to have my face detected&lt;/strike&gt; and so I took about 40 webcam pictures which all had my face &lt;strong&gt;clearly&lt;/strong&gt; plastered on it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;No one could have predicted this outcome…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/280i3h3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2rntsn7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/24obx5e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also had one where &lt;strong&gt;Jean-Claude van Damme&lt;/strong&gt; appeared with an &lt;strong&gt;80&lt;/strong&gt;% … &lt;em&gt;percentage&lt;/em&gt;. *Brain fart*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Long live internet time wasters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PS: I really want to change the layout! geez I'm sick of it cause it’s too unrelated to my posts like really its pretty *too pretty* and too UN-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Come to think of it though my blog doesn’t really have much of a lone subject per-se and the only way the layout would be related to my posts was if it showed me sitting on a sofa with thought bubbles containing worms, houses, poison, eggs, rooms, cars and a blender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;... that’s actually a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;watch this space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4745766978638876823-1622328582348043411?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1622328582348043411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=1622328582348043411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/1622328582348043411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/1622328582348043411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-to-look-likes.html' title='Here’s to the “look-a-likes”'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/280i3h3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-6533083169383524935</id><published>2010-05-31T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:08:02.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major failure'/><title type='text'>Dead celebrities and look-a-likes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a title="hyperbole and a half" target="_blank" href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;hyperbole and a half&lt;/a&gt; and I read her post where she showed a picture of her celebrity look-a-like using 'Celebrity morph'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I unsurprisingly wanted to try it too and I headed onto trusty trusty Google.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me being the lazy ass that I am, decided to type '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;celebrity m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' on the search bar and let trusty trust Google finish it off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD IDEA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing that popped out was 'Celebrity &lt;strong&gt;morgue&lt;/strong&gt;' and again me being the curious ass that I am, decided to click it instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Now, I only went far enough as to visit their homepage which had clickable names of dead celebrities… I didn't click them but I'm shamefully positive that I'll go back to it tomorrow because I really am that disturbingly curious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I did get to check who I looked like on Celebrity Morph.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that deserves a whole new post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-6533083169383524935?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/6533083169383524935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=6533083169383524935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/6533083169383524935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/6533083169383524935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-celebrities-and-look-likes.html' title='Dead celebrities and look-a-likes.'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-3991889864240130675</id><published>2010-05-31T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:59:14.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate math.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's something about working with numbers that just pisses me off. It's like every single time I'm faced with some problem that needs computation my mind just waves the white flag right of the bat without even giving the problem an opportunity to be worked out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't always like this though; there was a time when I hated all subjects &lt;strong&gt;equally&lt;/strong&gt; but I think what did it was the move from Philippines to Dubai. This hate/&lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; hate relationship I have with math was a result of me not being able to fully understand English at that time so you can only imagine how a child could even think that the math subject we were having was some form of an advanced drawing class where the numbers and operations were a design of some sort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heck I'm just looking for something to blame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the truth is that no one can be blamed for this; not I, not the teachers and not even the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing you can really blame is Math itself… right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: I'm back yo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-3991889864240130675?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3991889864240130675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=3991889864240130675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3991889864240130675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3991889864240130675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-math.html' title='I hate math.'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-2712915804366817049</id><published>2009-04-23T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:07:37.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I heart school ?'/><title type='text'>I am awesommmmeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello blogals and eh.. blogoys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to start a series of posts wherein I share my adventures growing up, all the shit and awesomeness that I’ve gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/19.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, growing up I kept on shifting from one school to another, mainly cause I either disrupted the class or left the class all together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The schools were always near my house so running home was really easy, and back then teachers didn’t know kids like ME existed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my ever present desire to always leave before school officially ended, my mother had an idea..&lt;br /&gt;She decided to send me off to a really really far school&lt;br /&gt;Twas called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Scholastica's Academy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She underestimated my aforementioned desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/68.gif" alt="takbole" title="takbole" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the awesomely resourceful girl that I am, decided to do something so undeniably SIMPLE that I was sure to get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days the teacher would give us our assignments and also some special announcements on our diary *handbook* then sign each and every one of the diaries before letting us leave the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I did.&lt;br /&gt;After our diaries were signed by the teacher and she dismissed us, I went and wrote an extra announcement in my diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There will be no classes for 3 days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENIUS WASN’T IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I went home, my mother saw the announcement and as she had seen the teachers’ siggy she just let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days of staying home and enjoying my life as a kid on vacation something happened.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I hadn’t even though of.. the loophole on my plan that would inevitably kick me on the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SERVICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*da-da-da-dan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the dude who’s supposed to pick me up everyday for school, on the morning of the 3rd day my mom was unusually weird, she was nice… like icky-nice…ewwish spine tingly nice.&lt;br /&gt;I started to get sweaty, I knew the secret was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the convo:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: “So the driver came over today…”&lt;br /&gt;Me: *damn you driver dude*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: “he asked if you were gunna be absent today”&lt;br /&gt;Me: *&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/42.gif" /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: “I told him about the announcement in your diary”&lt;br /&gt;Me: * &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/40.gif" /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Mom: “he said that it was impossible cause all your classmates haven’t stopped going to school”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gunna tell you what happened… actually I will.&lt;br /&gt;She was so damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*oh-you-know-that's-an-understatement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details are a bit too much but the aftermath included having my grandma to come and rescue me and a sudden trip to the saloon to get rid of the massacred remains of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE TO COME!&lt;br /&gt;Later alligaytarz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-2712915804366817049?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2712915804366817049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=2712915804366817049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/2712915804366817049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/2712915804366817049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-awesommmmeee.html' title='I am awesommmmeee'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-33697905140755241</id><published>2009-04-20T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:08:13.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major failure'/><title type='text'>Note to self : don't fall asleep woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello blogging world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t been updating much have I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well to put you up to speed, I’ve told my mom about the ahem failing thing and she … raised an eyebrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" alt="kenyit" title="kenyit" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*oh wait not that*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;she did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this --&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/23.gif" alt="angkatkening" title="angkatkening" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*without that weird smirk* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*I’m &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; that’s all she did*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s it, I can’t believe I spent so much time dreading her reaction complete with anxiety attacks and all that habba whatsa but all I got was a stupid eyebrow raise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Major fail &lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" alt="\" title="tumbuk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/66.gif" alt="tumbuk" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh lemme blog about something even though it actually happened 4-5 months ago or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a driving license people !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See I started going for lessons sometime in December but then the Christmas holiday’s thing happened and the lessons resumed on January something, meaning I had like 2-3 weeks under my belt of not practicing and not to mention the days of endless partying got to me,so on my first day of lessons I was weak… mentally and physically WEAK. Man I remembered getting into that car and barely hearing the driving dude say ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go on drive&lt;/span&gt;’.. or was it ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are live&lt;/span&gt;’.. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heh no matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways while I was driving the driver dude thought that I was ready to go to err more dangerous places so he made me drive to one of the busiest places in manila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*driver dude-cuckoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/35.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know where it was cause yah I was beat and the driver dude was just saying go left go right. Anywhoo later on I started getting heavy eyed and boom I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;*Me--&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/35.gif" /&gt; --&gt; &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/37.gif" /&gt; --&gt; &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/19.gif" /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;(uhm yah sorry couldnt find an emoticon sleeping on the wheel)&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; I woke up with the driver dude screaming and grabbing the wheel and then I noticed that the car was swerving onto the extreme left of the uberly busy 4-lane road thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;POINT OF THIS BLOG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t try to fall asleep on the wheel man, and if you’re really REALLY sleepy and you need to go drive then get a driver or ride a taxi or one of those FX or jeep thingies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4745766978638876823-33697905140755241?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/33697905140755241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=33697905140755241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/33697905140755241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/33697905140755241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-self-dont-fall-asleep-woman.html' title='Note to self : don&apos;t fall asleep woman!'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-1822620571245373128</id><published>2009-02-24T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:47:04.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major failure'/><title type='text'>updated after years!.. technically months but whaddaheck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE-death UPDATES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see see usually people say love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; but since mine has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flat lined&lt;/span&gt; I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;! see see ? Wait what - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;? psh fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" title="gigil" alt="gigil" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/17.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twain thing = &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;completely over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" title="around" alt="around" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/29.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there had to be something amazingly wrong with this seemingly perfect dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" title="putuscinte" alt="putuscinte" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/12.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see he asked me out on valentines &amp;amp; so yeah I was in heaven by then but I said no and laughed it off cause I had the spine-prickly feeling that something was gunna happen that would make me go &lt;img class="emoticon" title="hah" alt="hah" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-=Uhm quit yapping,just tell us why its all over!=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=-you say-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first thing was his undeniable flirting with my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*friend ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" title="tanduk" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" alt="tanduk" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/30.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uhm ok wait actually my friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; the one who initiates the flirting thing with him but he flirts back so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;no diff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" title="merajuk" alt="merajuk" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/33.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second thing that finally got me to realize how pathetic this guy is:&lt;br /&gt;He's so frickin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unreliable&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;he's like there for you only when he's got "time to spare".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;psh babes I don't have time for all his pathetic ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;SCHOOL-death UPDATES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see that? usually people say school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; but since mine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;academically died&lt;/span&gt; I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;! see see ? Wait what - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still can't see?&lt;/span&gt;? psh fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" title="adus" alt="adus" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/40.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah school &lt;img class="emoticon" title="ngantuk" alt="ngantuk" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/37.gif" /&gt; well... I've officially done it !&lt;br /&gt;I've now gotten an "FA" in 2 or possibly 4 subjects!&lt;br /&gt;=-FA: failure due to absences-=&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how I'll tell my mom bout this,I'm planning on telling her tom. right before I dash out of my house.Hopefully she'd have had enough time to cool it beforeI get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fingers,toes,hands,legs and strands of hair crossed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" title="doa" alt="doa" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-1822620571245373128?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/1822620571245373128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=1822620571245373128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/1822620571245373128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/1822620571245373128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2009/02/updated-after-years-technically-months.html' title='updated after years!.. technically months but whaddaheck.'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-4278899559986611918</id><published>2008-10-26T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:04:17.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhh-maazziinnnggg !!!&lt;br /&gt;I formatted my laptop and now Im left with this ahhh-maaazzzingllyy cool and smooth working laptop !!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;Ive spent many a sleepless nights thinking about formatting this laptop but cause I was too lazy to make a backup well yeah I just kept on going&lt;br /&gt;"tomorrow ... promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here's a quick look of my awesommmmely clean desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/35a7iti.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ps-&lt;br /&gt;I never did make a backup of my data&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-4278899559986611918?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4278899559986611918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=4278899559986611918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/4278899559986611918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/4278899559986611918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH....'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/35a7iti_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-3022279746596725633</id><published>2008-10-24T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:17:45.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major failure'/><title type='text'>oh nah dont worry .. I'll be ok in 2-3 yrs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 3 am here in la-la land !&lt;br /&gt;Im watching a pretty gross movie which I should not be watching&lt;br /&gt;its amazingly funny though .. the main concept of "IT" biting. Lol... I will so NOT elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had my first ever ride on the back *exposed area* of a tricycle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/21j22rr.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the first things my father warned me about right after coming here was the exposed area of the tricycle and how I should never EVER sit there, but since Im all rebellious and shizz I said&lt;br /&gt;" asssss if ! "&lt;br /&gt;*in my mind of course .. wtf you seriosly think I'll tell my father this out loud? .. *&lt;br /&gt;anyways the opportunity never came but alas tonight lady luck was on my side and I got the chance to sit there !&lt;br /&gt;so first off I have to say that you should never ever sit there if you *like me* absolutely adore your hair do and having one strand of it blow off in some way would defo be the end of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if you're one of those people who like looking like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ezird4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go ahead and sit there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing, if youre a complete clutz like I am then please dont even THINK about sitting there cause nothing short of a few broken bones and a much needed trip to a hospital will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ so yeah Ive just told you indirectly about my ride in the back of a tricycle *oh pats self on back* ^^&lt;br /&gt;so ttyl I shall go lie down and give my bruised and battered body a much needed rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-3022279746596725633?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3022279746596725633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=3022279746596725633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3022279746596725633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3022279746596725633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-nah-dont-worry-ill-be-ok-in-2-3-yrs.html' title='oh nah dont worry .. I&apos;ll be ok in 2-3 yrs?'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/21j22rr_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-8374345867768166729</id><published>2008-10-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:17:32.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep ... I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept in&lt;br /&gt;*starts counting*&lt;br /&gt;3 days now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;But I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;why ?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;Its cause I get my grades in less than 4 hours ...&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;and I know I failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not one of those&lt;br /&gt;"I know I failed*but secretly has a chance of passing*" moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those&lt;br /&gt;"the teacher told me I failed so yeah duh I failed" scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to disappoint my parents&lt;br /&gt;Its just that well&lt;br /&gt;I slacked off&lt;br /&gt;my reasons for slacking off sucks too...&lt;br /&gt;Its cause the teacher hated me in that class&lt;br /&gt;so I stopped listening to the lesson&lt;br /&gt;*dumb ass in the house?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite dizzy now.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't pass out later on my way to school&lt;br /&gt;...see ya when I see yah...&lt;br /&gt;-Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-8374345867768166729?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/8374345867768166729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=8374345867768166729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/8374345867768166729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/8374345867768166729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-i-miss-you.html' title='sleep ... I miss you'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-3182266157043258751</id><published>2008-10-05T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:57:52.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;PFFFFT&lt;br /&gt;I cant send messages in ym &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pissed off much?*&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can but no one receives it..&lt;br /&gt;except for some people&lt;br /&gt;namely&lt;br /&gt;-jogz&lt;br /&gt;-jolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been getting their pms some of them saying&lt;br /&gt;"ang taray mu ndi ka na namamansin"&lt;br /&gt;-rough translation-&lt;br /&gt;"you're such a snob"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hoooooyy"&lt;br /&gt;-rough translation-&lt;br /&gt;"heeeeeyy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/21.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that irritating thing Ive got nothing else to say really&lt;br /&gt;oh oh wait I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW=-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*imagine an Asian girl saying that with no trace of enthusiasm in her tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely&lt;i&gt; adore&lt;/i&gt; college life&lt;br /&gt;Its just that the &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; in it are not as pleasant as they seem to be..&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are just trying to get close to you with the sole intent of getting all the dirt on you..&lt;br /&gt;gahh...&lt;br /&gt;onto a lighter school related subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=CRUSHES=- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this used to be my motivation to wake up and go to school but now even that doesn't help&lt;br /&gt;Its like Ive lost the desire to "like" guys&lt;br /&gt;*no this does not mean I will be turning on to the girlies...this just means Im bitter and all that she-bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAAAYS&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to go to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm so not sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/46.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/11.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-3182266157043258751?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3182266157043258751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=3182266157043258751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3182266157043258751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3182266157043258751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/frustration-much.html' title='frustration much?'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-5887276772828971739</id><published>2008-10-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:06:45.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>ZZZOOMMMGG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zomg&lt;br /&gt;so I slept at like 5 am last night so I'm pretty cranky right now&lt;br /&gt;let me tell yah I switched on my lapop today and there was this error thing that told me to go into safe mode and so some damage control&lt;br /&gt;so blah that got me heated up&lt;br /&gt;I restarted the damn pc and I went into safe mode&lt;br /&gt;looked around&lt;br /&gt;*by this I literally mean I looked at the screen and did nothing*&lt;br /&gt;then I re-started the pc and kabboom error gone&lt;br /&gt;weird eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--moving on&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN LOVE WITH BLAIR AND CHUCK FROM GG !&lt;br /&gt;seriously I am head over heels in love with their pairing&lt;br /&gt;I was looking GG up in wiki and I saw how Chuck was/is just a secondary character and I was like "W-T-F" I mean yes I get how in the book it is like that but cmon in GG-tv series- Nate's character seems to be more of secondary than main,&lt;br /&gt;I mean gawd have you seen the story line where Nate hooks up with a much much older *not to mention* MARRIED woman? Hasnt that scenario been seemingly over used in tv series these days ?&lt;br /&gt;enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just go head on with my fave B&amp;amp;C episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventeen Candles"&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Do you.. like me?&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: .. Define "like".&lt;br /&gt;Blair: You've got to be kidding! I do not believe this.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: How do you think I feel? I haven't slept. I feel sick like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Butterflies?? Ooooo No no no no This is not happening.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: No one is more surprised or ashamed than I am.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Chuck...You know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors they inspire, but those butterflies... have got to be murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--see how Chuck is SOOOO not used to "liking" anyone ? awwwwwwwwwwwww--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victor Victrola"&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Thanks for the lift home&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: You were amazing up there&lt;br /&gt;(Blair looks at him for a moment, then leans in for a kiss. Their lips touch lightly, before Chuck pulls away)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;(Blair pauses briefly, then kisses him passionately. Things progress as the screen fades to black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--see how he pulled away !!?!?! awwwwwwwwwwww--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Summer, Kind of Wonderful"&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: Please don't leave with him.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Why? Give me a reason... and "I'm Chuck Bass" doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: 'Cause you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: That's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: 'Cause I don't want you to.&lt;br /&gt;Blair: That's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: What else is there?&lt;br /&gt;Blair: The true reason I should stay right where I am and not get in the car. Three words. Eight letters. Say it... and I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: I... I ... [pause]&lt;br /&gt;Blair: Thank you. That's all I needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--that was an ouch-filled moment .. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww--&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/4745766978638876823-5887276772828971739?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/5887276772828971739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=5887276772828971739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/5887276772828971739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/5887276772828971739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/zzzoommmgg.html' title='ZZZOOMMMGG'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-2298939669848744554</id><published>2008-10-04T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:26:44.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--whoa !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back !&lt;br /&gt;*is anyone getting tired of these I'm back and here are the updates posts?*&lt;br /&gt;Gahh&lt;br /&gt;Ive been so busy&lt;br /&gt;We had this cheerleading performance thingy&lt;br /&gt;which pretty much took up loads of my time&lt;br /&gt;but ahh I hear the imaginary people questioning me&lt;br /&gt;They're all going&lt;br /&gt;"she was having a cheering performance thingy for 4 months o.O?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer:&lt;br /&gt;Of course not &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;See my last post was on&lt;br /&gt;"Tuesday, June 10, 2008 // 1:28 AM"&lt;br /&gt;my guy and I broke up around that time&lt;br /&gt;So I pretty much lost interest in using the net since duh I had to put myself out there to get "somewhere" if yah knows whats I means&lt;br /&gt;*nudge nudge moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had a series of grueling tests which were followed by brutal exams&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother got alarmingly sick and I had to take care of her&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least there was that previously mentioned cheerleading thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you a lil' it bout what happened in that cheerleading thingy&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD TO WEAR THIS SHORT SHORTS SHIZZ&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to get all old-fashioned but oh-em-ghi it was one of those shorts where people'd take a look at you and then end up saying&lt;br /&gt;"I dont think there'd be any difference if you werent wearing shorts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went on and did a lil photo digging and came up with this&lt;br /&gt;*this was what we all really looked like.. minus the boots and hairdo.. and btw the belly showing part was worse for us since ours looked like bras [sorry had to say the word]*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stealthestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/jessica.jpg%20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://stealthestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/jessica.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so yeah as IF I'd post my real pic wearing that o.O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah ... the mor-night is young... I'll post more later on !&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/4745766978638876823-2298939669848744554?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/2298939669848744554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=2298939669848744554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/2298939669848744554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/2298939669848744554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoa.html' title='--whoa !!'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-4210808720069658832</id><published>2008-03-27T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:57:13.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awh i feel b*tchy !</title><content type='html'>I havent uploaded the promised *string of posts* yet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sowi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of updates !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)I graduated HIGH SCHOOL !&lt;br /&gt;2.)I'm having a problem picking out a college&lt;br /&gt;3.)I'm still single :(&lt;br /&gt;4.)I celebrated my bday !&lt;br /&gt;-im friggin 17 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dazzit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh lemme elaborate on #2 ... See student here philly should be looking/applying for college at max. of 1 month before graduation. ... thing was I was too busy making sites,getting fattah and mourning my current (single) status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with no choice but to do a speedy college hunt which will undeniably leave me going all "why lord ?!? whyy !?!? ... f*cking hell hole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh *FLASH UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to swear too often :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;what more can I say ?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahh btw. its past 3 am here in phillipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.tsh psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia muchies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-4210808720069658832?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4210808720069658832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=4210808720069658832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/4210808720069658832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/4210808720069658832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/03/awh-i-feel-btchy.html' title='awh i feel b*tchy !'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-4792223388517407208</id><published>2008-03-13T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:46:19.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya dig ?</title><content type='html'>Olah !&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lack of posts !&lt;br /&gt;I shall explain why in a very distinguished manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m3h computah WenT alL HayWIR3 And iT LIk3 g0t all Sm0K3D uP aN shez LAH dat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT dont worry my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing everything thats anything on my handy dandy notebook. (blues clues anybody ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me shall be posting the string of posts leytah on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-4792223388517407208?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/4792223388517407208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=4792223388517407208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/4792223388517407208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/4792223388517407208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/03/ya-dig.html' title='ya dig ?'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-764904572645444140</id><published>2008-01-03T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:49:01.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 3 2008-eww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color:black; text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That’s the word for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yep yep my friends… I have effectively slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A lil’ bit more than 2 hours… but it’s a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Prologue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;… Today I shall speak about my spine-tingling or shall I say disturbing Google experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It was one of those nights… where you can’t sleep… [haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And I had already gone through my friendster, bebo, hi5, zorpia, myspace, esnips and ilike account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So I decided to play some flash games…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I opened google on a new window…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And being the ‘me’ that ‘I’ am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I typed in ‘girl flash games’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This game came in view…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And its name was “sim hina games”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As I had no idea was hina meant and the fact that I love playing the Sims… well I clicked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And as the game was loading …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I felt a prickle behind my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then I played it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;AND AGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It was one of those…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Weird porno games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I didn’t know it at first till they introduced this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And do you know how they introduced her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ll tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Main character: ‘whoa…look at that girl… her skirt’s so short that I can see her p****…’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There and then I clicked the wee ‘X’ button and bam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;That’s when I switched my computer off and had hot cocoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;… try it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The cocoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Not the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/airicka408/quotes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0000ohno.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/airicka408/quotes/0000ohno.png" alt="EWWWno" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="blacktext-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-764904572645444140?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/764904572645444140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=764904572645444140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/764904572645444140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/764904572645444140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-3-2008-eww.html' title='Jan 3 2008-eww.'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/airicka408/quotes/th_0000ohno.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-3313897703909285990</id><published>2008-01-01T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:02:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 1 2008-will this be a reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma; color: black;"&gt;Let’s take a break from the tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s been a few days since I wrote a decent blog about the events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll make this really quick.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’ been happening.&lt;br /&gt;Although I have been having dreams… and these dreams are quite dumb since its just a repetition.&lt;br /&gt;Every single night it’s been the same dream over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Which is okay.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I’ve never had problems with sleeping but this time it’s starting to get really serious. This dream that I’m talking about isn’t really scary…although it is a sad dream… I’m scared of having that dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream that I’m talking about is of me… standing next to this tree right in front of my school… waiting for my friends to come out.&lt;br /&gt;But my friends don’t come out…or that is they take so long to come out and all the students in my old school have already come out and most of them are already on their way home...&lt;br /&gt;But not one of my friends are anywhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m left there … standing and waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it means…&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean that my old friends have forgotten about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-3313897703909285990?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3313897703909285990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=3313897703909285990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3313897703909285990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3313897703909285990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-1-2007-te-dream.html' title='Jan 1 2008-will this be a reality?'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-7227025017411402563</id><published>2008-01-01T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:15:20.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tops'/><title type='text'>Jan 1 2008-top 10 shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: black; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;2) The Office&lt;br /&gt;3) Bones&lt;br /&gt;4) CSI: Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;5) Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;6) My Boys&lt;br /&gt;7) CSI: Miami&lt;br /&gt;8) Greys’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;9) Fear Factor&lt;br /&gt;10) Psyche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annotations:&lt;br /&gt; Ugly Betty …Betty is so cute! she’s the most confident and heartwarming character in TV these days …&lt;br /&gt; The Office… haha! Every single one of the characters in this show is amazing... They’re interesting and the actors were perfectly chosen for their respective roles.&lt;br /&gt; Bones, CSI: Las Vegas, CSI: Miami … I’m a crime solving … dead people dissecting devotee … so that says enough!&lt;br /&gt; Seinfeld… Well I just find the characters absolutely charming…reason why friends isn’t on this list well … I don’t know really.. But for some reason I can pass on the opportunity to watch friends BUT NOT Seinfeld so …yeah.&lt;br /&gt; MY BOYS… it’s like my life story’s being told on tv.&lt;br /&gt; Grey’s Anatomy… haha… characters are really well developed and the soundtrack for each and every episode is …’wow’&lt;br /&gt; Fear Factor…there’s something about watching people do things that they’ll never ever do if money wasn’t involved that just gets me hypnotized.&lt;br /&gt; Psyche… the acting’s just hilarious and the unlikely duo is just a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd159/sadademort/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ringtv.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd159/sadademort/ringtv.gif" alt="ring TV icon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4745766978638876823-7227025017411402563?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7227025017411402563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=7227025017411402563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/7227025017411402563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/7227025017411402563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-1-2008-te-shows.html' title='Jan 1 2008-top 10 shows'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-897053228206496654</id><published>2007-12-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:21:39.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tops'/><title type='text'>Dec 31 2007-top 10 movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;color:black;"   class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First on a series of posts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This will be of the top movies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be like ‘ok’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then move on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TOP 10 MOVIES.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never been      kissed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;American      beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edward      Scissorhands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Silence of      the lambs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shawn of      the dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fight club&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lion king&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; house&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pride and      prejudice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clueless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annotations:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never been kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was an amazing movie! I guess its my top movie cause the so called ‘loser’ got the guy… or was it cause Michael vartan was just amazingly perfect for the role .. ahh who cares ! Never been kissed was just devastatingly great!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;American beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I wasn’t really watching the movie until the ‘bag dancing in the wind scene’... After watching that I immediately got a copy of the whole movie and watched it again..to think that someone actually had enough creativity to write something completely out of this world about something so dumb and boring was … unnerving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was a lil’ kid when I first watched this movie … so now as a teenager I watched it again and one word to describe the whole thing was “gratifying”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Silence of the lambs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ugh this movie was just so gross and interesting … why the hell wouldn’t it come in the list !?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shawn of the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this movie never fails to crack me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no matter how many times I watch it ! honestly I had to make a backup of this movie cause the original one was so worn and scratched ! … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fight club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ever since I was like 13 I had this movie as a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;number one in my top 10.. but well after watching it over and over again well the magic ran out and thus its down to number 6.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lion king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! I still cry every single time I see this movie… so that says a lot … I hate Scar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lake house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well it wasn’t the typical romance movie so that’s what got my attention … and for two people to fall in love even though they’re in different timelines was … wow.Oh and the scene where Sandra Bullock realises that Keanu reeves was the one who got hit by that car was .. WOW.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pride and prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what can I say? … I mean this is my FAVOURITE BOOK EVER.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ü&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clueless ? haha. Josh was just too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m287/zgaik/?action=view&amp;amp;current=icon-moviearmrest.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m287/zgaik/icon-moviearmrest.gif" alt="movies" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-897053228206496654?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/897053228206496654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=897053228206496654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/897053228206496654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/897053228206496654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2007/12/dec-31-2007-top-movies.html' title='Dec 31 2007-top 10 movies'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-7200133730117664136</id><published>2007-12-09T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:02:18.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 9 2007-stupid routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today was the most boring day of the boring-EST days in one’s life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although, if it wasn’t boring then I wouldn’t have realized how dumb my internet routine is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See, whenever I switch on my comp. it automatically signs in on yahoo and msn messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I open i.e. or firebox [depending on my mood O_o] and sigh in on piczo, bebo, facebook and friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See ??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a freaking account on all these sites, I have loads of friends on most of them … most are people I don’t know …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What’s wrong with me ? I mean does this immediately mean that I lack real social skills leading to a weird ass choice of living a cyber-life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well is it ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and me writing on this here blog doesn’t help either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g117/Dance_Girl_06/Icons/Social%20Commentary%20and%20Insanity%20and%20Destruction/cantbrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-7200133730117664136?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/7200133730117664136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=7200133730117664136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/7200133730117664136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/7200133730117664136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2007/12/te-dumb.html' title='Dec 9 2007-stupid routine'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-776327868626437519</id><published>2007-11-30T01:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 30 2007-thy name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yepz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ve just about accepted that this here blog of mine is becoming an addiction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And what is that I hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Person; ‘like omg she’s just written like 3 posts and she calls that an addiction!?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ha-ha, well ‘person’ I know myself just about enough to realize when I’m getting obsessed with something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahh yes yes me talking to myself … you shall be reading more of those sooner or later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;x-x-x-x-x-x-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I’m going to start the blog topic now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;x-x-x-x-x-x-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was staring at the screen and loving my new found fame [o_o]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seriously 41 views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*jumps up and down hysterically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I started thinking about my account name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘DISTANT EXISTENCE’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What’s the connection with the content of the blog? I mean the name sounds rather dark and serious and well the blog’s content has absolutely nothing dark nevertheless serious about it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, my reason would be that uhm well it sounded cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah... Well no... Actually I went to one of those name generator thingies and got the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[o_O]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ha-ha well I didn’t want to think too much!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138563620477211106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/R0_YYzZKEeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gdOdmZbuP9c/s320/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shall write something more later on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bahbayz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[-_-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-776327868626437519?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/776327868626437519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=776327868626437519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/776327868626437519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/776327868626437519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2007/11/nov-30-2007-te-name.html' title='Nov 30 2007-thy name'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/R0_YYzZKEeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gdOdmZbuP9c/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-3625661264142973311</id><published>2007-11-29T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:51.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 30 2007-confusion much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whoopee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is my 2nd post and today I would kinda like to talk about something that’s been disturbing my&lt;/span&gt; m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ind &lt;/span&gt;for about 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s got something to do with language and man’s ability to learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See, I’ve been thinking… HOW DID the first person to learn another language LEARN the friggin language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean it’s easy enough to teach a language and then learn it BUT the first person who learnt another language wouldn’t have had someone to teach him/her right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you understand that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well for those who didn’t I shall give you an example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2 islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Island #1 is occupied by people who speak English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Island #2 is occupied by people who speak Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guy from island #1 goes to island #2 and LEARNS Spanish …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Question;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW THE HELL DID HE LEARN IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138500566062338498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/R0-fCjZKEcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6hw0l86ETKM/s320/th_huh.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;Shall write something more later on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;" &gt;Bahbayz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:tahoma;" &gt;[-_-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-3625661264142973311?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/3625661264142973311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=3625661264142973311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3625661264142973311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/3625661264142973311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2007/11/nov-30-2007-te-confusion.html' title='Nov 30 2007-confusion much?'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/R0-fCjZKEcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6hw0l86ETKM/s72-c/th_huh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745766978638876823.post-9022119540738736112</id><published>2007-11-28T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:01:41.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 29 2007-1st post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uhm,well I missed school again, cause of my BAD back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See I’m a 16 year old girl who has radicolopathy … all I know is that It’s got something to do with some nerves on my back and blahhh blahh which then results in a great amount of pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agh... but onto the more interesting part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I woke up today and I had that really bad pain on my back... I for some reason started thinking about this guy who I had/have a huge crush on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How is that even related to the back pain eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But seriously it’s hard when you have a crush on someone you’re so close to … someone you’ve been sharing all your secrets with... And that includes past crushes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kind of agonizing to KNOW that he isn’t interested in you in THAT way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it hurts more to know he’s more interested in thinking about others than thinking about himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This guy just took unselfishness to new boundaries!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shall write something more later on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bahbayz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[-_-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;x-x-x-x-x--x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v671/ALWAYSCONFUZZLED/yourfacescaredawayicon.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:tahoma;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;x-x-x-x-x-x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745766978638876823-9022119540738736112?l=distantexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/feeds/9022119540738736112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4745766978638876823&amp;postID=9022119540738736112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/9022119540738736112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745766978638876823/posts/default/9022119540738736112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantexistence.blogspot.com/2007/11/uhmwell-i-missed-school-again-cause-of.html' title='Nov 29 2007-1st post!'/><author><name>Poopietel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02720112712127473910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aDNeDkZImM/TAP0NlyRwII/AAAAAAAAADk/ivkmxjAwYKE/S220/chuzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
