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/&gt;I'm in a strait jacket,so I won't harm you - don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;It uses HALOSCAN tho,so tag me there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merci Beaucoup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;This blog gave me happy and sad times and will be sorely missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112877181182474818?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112877181182474818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112877181182474818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112877181182474818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sigh.Merde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112865588444515774?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112865588444515774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112865588444515774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112865588444515774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112865588444515774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/10/rose-among-thorns.html' title='Rose among the Thorns'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112852283054682291</id><published>2005-10-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:34:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SLINKEE song</title><content type='html'>Everybody loves a slinkeeeee&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get a slinkeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Slinkeeeeee,Slinkeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;GO SLINKEEEE GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the mugging's fused my wires..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gong wei de hua&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky:&lt;/em&gt;How could you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eug:&lt;/em&gt;Hang in there dude!!You're &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;smart,I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; you will pull through it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiona:&lt;/em&gt;Are you quite &lt;em&gt;bloody &lt;/em&gt;done??&lt;em&gt;Mon Dieu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teresa:&lt;/em&gt;Girl,it happens,things happen that we can't change or do anything about,it's &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;.Don't be so put-out and upset,okay?Cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sher:&lt;/em&gt;I've got the &lt;em&gt;prozac&lt;/em&gt;,you'd BETTER come on friday and get it.Or I'll murder you.I could be &lt;em&gt;imprisoned&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;sentenced&lt;/em&gt; to death for &lt;em&gt;drug-trafficking&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrystal:&lt;/em&gt;EXAMS SUCK!BUT YOU RULE GIRL!!CHEERIO!! &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renee/dear darling mom:&lt;/em&gt;Love ya(&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;[hugs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam:&lt;/em&gt;I hope you aren't getting flustered over your girl problems(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;aime&lt;/em&gt; MATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112852283054682291?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112852283054682291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112852283054682291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112852283054682291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112852283054682291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/10/slinkee-song.html' title='The SLINKEE song'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112834839482565979</id><published>2005-10-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:06:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At a COMPLETE loss</title><content type='html'>First you play so insanely with your friends that you end up &lt;strong&gt;BREAKING YOUR RIBS&lt;/strong&gt;,but luckily you recover.&lt;br /&gt;Now,after you just got your ribs properly figured back you go ahead and rowdy about with your friends again.Then you slam into your friend &lt;em&gt;SO HARD &lt;/em&gt;that one of your eyeballs is knocked &lt;strong&gt;clean out&lt;/strong&gt; of your eye socket completely.And you spend a considerable amount of time in the ER.But you get your eyes back in order.&lt;br /&gt;THEN you go back to school as a 'one-eyed-jack' with a GINORMOUS bandage over half your oversized head.Like an eye-patch.A &lt;em&gt;white &lt;/em&gt;one.And you're treated like a &lt;em&gt;HERO&lt;/em&gt; among your mates.Strutting down your school corridor like you just emerged solely victorious from a long-drawn war.&lt;br /&gt;What next??Play with your friends again and get you head knocked clean off the hinges of your neck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my f---ing God.I really don't know if I should &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112834839482565979?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112817150555983548</id><published>2005-10-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:45:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush-Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;!!(eventhough we ain't little tots no more at this age but it's okay to go through our second,third,fourth,fifth and so on childhoods &lt;em&gt;once in awhile&lt;/em&gt;.I said &lt;em&gt;once in awhile.&lt;/em&gt;) Though I should probably be celebrating Youth Day instead...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the buh-luddy &lt;em&gt;MACARONI&lt;/em&gt; am I doing &lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt; in this unearthly hour when I'm supposed to be mugging my butt off on Social Studies??Why in the freaking deaking dyke am I surfing weblogs when I'm &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be surfing Industrialisation and Diplomacy instead??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I DO know that if I keep this up at such a &lt;s&gt;crucial&lt;/s&gt;relaxing and &lt;s&gt;perilous&lt;/s&gt;vacational period I am &lt;em&gt;SOOO &lt;/em&gt;gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.(Or was it &lt;em&gt;history&lt;/em&gt;...?Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it,I just &lt;em&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the computer!![misty-eyed] All those nights I've been spending exploring its innards and useful pleasures...[sigh sigh sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says its &lt;u&gt;curable addiction&lt;/u&gt;,I think it's &lt;u&gt;unrequited affection&lt;/u&gt;.[blank smile]&lt;br /&gt;The PC's completely sapped me of &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;non-existent&lt;/s&gt; wit/sense/sanity that I had/have.But the thing is,&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/strong&gt;!Because the rewards are WICKEDLY AWFUL(or the other way round...)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-de-hoo,I'm going to revamp my bedroom and the way it looks and &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;style ie dressing,colors,likings etc etc.&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; my undying faith to felines,black,and all things nature-like WILL LIVE ON STRONG deep in the depths of my black shrivelled cold and hardened unfeeling heart.I'm going to re-bond that hideous ring-worm infestation that's thriving happily on my head and about to celebrate its one-month anniversary(oh joy.),buy &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;clothes from the money I get from my holiday job(and no I DID NOT sign up for the work-experience thing that Ms H organized),and stuff...I haven't really thought about it yet.HEE.But it'll DEFINITELY be at the tip-top of my list &lt;em&gt;after-the-exams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can &lt;strong&gt;BLOG&lt;/strong&gt; about my '&lt;em&gt;aura-cleansing&lt;/em&gt;' experience here &lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt; I'm done because I know there're bound to be HORRORS OF HORRORIFIC discoveries and revelations in my loft.I'm gonna take PICTURES.Yes,that's &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;Fiona returns me my digi-cam when she's cooled down and stopped being mad at me for falling ill so often and not being able to come to school and help her and stuff.(IT REALLY ISN'T MY FAULT THAT MY BLOODY MEDICAL CONDITION ACTS UP SO FREAKING RANDOMLY Y'KNOW??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suggestions for my revamp,anyone?Your comments are pretty welcome(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ORAL EXAMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho.I might sound un-positive and un-optimistic and un-the-glass-is-half-bloody-full but I think I'll MOST LIKELY fail OR do expectedly HIDEOUSLY horribly in my chinese oral.I didn't know HALF the words I was reading for the passage and the amount of stutterings and air-spaces between my convos would be WAY MORE THAN ENOUGH to form another RIVER NILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ENGLISH.I don't know.I'm not bragging or being UTTERLY shameless,but I think my English is MUCH MUCH TONNY TONS BETTER than my mandarin.At least I can speak English in different accents nowadays,but Chinese?I can't even manage understanding it,don't even get me started on the shi-shi-sho-sho accent thingy that mandarin-raised-and-homed people make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked different questions for the same topic,ALL ON SCIENCE EXPERIMENTS:&lt;em&gt;Can you tell me about an experiment in class that you liked/enjoyed&lt;/em&gt;?(If you haven't taken your ORALS yet,don't bother to even try to &lt;em&gt;chuo pi&lt;/em&gt; because they're gonna change the whole topic and it'd be AWFULLY tragic to see your bubble of hope shattering right in front of your cheater-bug eyeballs.But I'd LOVE to see that though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/em&gt; taken aback by the question.&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; in my wildest insanest dreams did I &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt; think such a question'd pop up.But,of course,they'd expect a &lt;em&gt;triple science&lt;/em&gt; student to breeze through it without a furrowed forehead/eye-brow.&lt;em&gt;Me?&lt;/em&gt;Nooooooo.I don't even think I belong in triple-science.I like the experiments in Sec 3 because they're more challenging and eventful and all(except for the dissection of the Goat's Heart,I HATED that.)but honestly,how much can the academic jury expect from a &lt;s&gt;simple-minded&lt;/s&gt; homo-sapien like me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even &lt;strong&gt;HALF-GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; at Science and Technicalities and stuff like that,I think I fare better towards the softer side of schooling.I can do Home-Econs because I LOVE the kitchen and AIME whipping up veggie dishes(to the dismay of my carnivorous relations) eventhough I do get into &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;,OKAY FINE,a MAJOR lot of [ahem] technical [ahem] problems,but it's WAY better than getting my fingers accidentily drilled to bloody bits and pieces by a vicious drilling machine thing during a DnT lesson!As if my fingers aren't mutated and abnormal enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese?&lt;em&gt;Talk about a failure you experienced before in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand and one million gazillion instances clotted my exhilarated mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A failure??That's,like,WAY easy,there's gotta be some glitch to this simpleness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me hard like a bunch of chinese strokes(it's pretty painful y'know?),eventhough I could COMPREHEND the topic and think of TONS of issues to raise,my &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;barrier was speaking in mandarin.IF IT WAS ASKED IN ENGLISH AND REQUIRED TO REPLY IN ENGLISH I'D'VE JUMPED SO HIGH IN THE SKY IN UTTER JOY AND RELIEF THAT I'LL'VE TO BE PINALIZED FOR DISRUPTING AN EXAMINATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona said I speak chinese like a dribbling toddler learning the BASICS of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;I sound and look more like a troll that's trying but FAILING to communicate in the mother-tongue because my 'communers' get so confused and wound-up at what I'm trying to convey that I end up pointing and grunting in a hopeful way.&lt;br /&gt;My pronunciation's ALL twisted,my han yi ping ying is ALL mutated,my understanding is COMPLETELY absurdly retarded,my strokes look like 'worms having cramps' etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's PRETTY obvious the outcome[smiles whimsically].I'm going to faiiilllllll!!!![sing-song voice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brilliante.Tres tres magnifique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112817150555983548?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112809039316158529</id><published>2005-09-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:32:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful</title><content type='html'>I'm so hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about snap.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you,or maybe it's really just &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm about to break and jump off that bloody cliff that I've been teetering dangerously on for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE F------ HAD ENOUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112809039316158529?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112799341125563764</id><published>2005-09-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:30:11.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 7/9 a cat</title><content type='html'>I've got SEVEN lives.I LIVE seven lives because i've got &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt; identities.&lt;em&gt;Labra Lege&lt;/em&gt;,SEVEN ME'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My born-bred San Fransican niece pronounces my name&lt;/em&gt;:Jox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dutch cousins pronouce my name:&lt;/em&gt;Jozz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Boston Aunt pronounces my name:&lt;/em&gt;Jooiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Boston Aunt's CANADIAN friend pronounces my name:&lt;/em&gt;Jewiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Australian distant-relation twice thousandly removed pronounces my name:&lt;/em&gt;Jiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My FREAKING annoying brother pronounces my name to irritate me:&lt;/em&gt;JOYII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I PRONOUNCE MY NAME:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOYCE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[is speechless]&lt;br /&gt;I took THAT long (fifteen years of my life to be exact) to realize I've got SEVEN identities.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm flicker-mindedly insane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112799341125563764?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112799341125563764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112799341125563764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE RUDDY HELL CARES??!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to shoot through the study lounge roof in UTTER excitement and bla!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;[hyperventilates]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT TICKETS TO THE 'CIRQUE DU SOLIE'!!&lt;br /&gt;HOLY.F-ING.SCMUT.&lt;br /&gt;Front-row SEATS!!&lt;br /&gt;FRONT-ROW SEATS!!&lt;br /&gt;[eyes pop out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to see those ADORABLE tigers up close!!And maybe I could pet them if they get close to me too!![provided they don't mistake my fingers for their meal course,circus animals are sometimes mistreated and starved intentionally by their &lt;em&gt;EXPERIENCED&lt;/em&gt; trainers just so they'll be all obedient and KOWTOW paw to paw to every command they're given]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[swoons and faints]&lt;br /&gt;French males can be PRETTY sizzlin' hot,&lt;em&gt;or so I hear&lt;/em&gt;.[mischievous glint in eye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HO HO!AND I ALSO GOT PREVIEW TICKETS TO CORPSE BRIDE!!Okay well,eventhough it's alittle late in,but I STILL GET TO WATCH TIM BURTON'S BRILLIANT FLICK OF 3D ART!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD GAWD GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;This is ALL just TOO much for my poor little shrunken shrivelled cold hard heart to take.I think I'm  about to go into cardiac seizure from all this NERVE-WRECKING ecstasy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[runs wild and does froggies and carties in the air]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY AIME MY LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I've been 'relieved' of cellphone burden,if you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;[rolls-eyes]TCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112773498717499938?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112773498717499938/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112762221440330882</id><published>2005-09-25T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:23:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPORARY HIATUS</title><content type='html'>Dear People of the WROLD and my fellow GOOSERELLS,&lt;br /&gt;Due to impending VERY VERY VERY URGENT academic commitments and inevitable mental enslavement,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS BLOG IS ON TEMPORARY HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tag my bunny-ford coz' I'll be checking back here once in awhile inbetween my eensy breaks(: But I won't be posting for another two and a half weeks because my brain will be under literary contract,and I'll be under 'slave labour' management.SLOGGITY SLOGGITY SLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baise.Je deteste des examens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back,UP AND RUNNING FULL FORCE on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14th of October&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't bloody wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away on a fast camel til then! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112762221440330882?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112762221440330882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112762221440330882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112762221440330882'/><link rel='self' 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geniosityness.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona was so gobsmacked that she oggled at me like a gobsmacked oggler of an oggling loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quit looking at me in that look-ey manner,Oggly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a &lt;em&gt;tres amusant&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;magnifique&lt;/em&gt; la vie.I'm not even an acclaimed celeb yet I have my own paparazzi and gossip groupie to cover my 'long' (two days) disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thought to have been to IMH in the two days I was absent from school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy joy joyity joy.Wow wow wowity wow wow.I must be &lt;em&gt;tres &lt;/em&gt;insane without realizing it to have such a reputation.Oh ha ha ha di ha ha.&lt;em&gt;How amusing Fiona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fion?Can I ask you-?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me Fion,I hate that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay fine Fifi then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.I look like a dog to you is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-giggles- No,why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi is a dog's name lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No,not all dogs're called Fifi,dogs have human names too y'know?There's a dog that's called Joyce...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways,FIONA,did I get that right,FIONA?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say my name like that one more time I will punch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you always like this at home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.I beat my brother alot,and I win.I don't give him warning.-rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm..okay.That's harsh,he's smaller than you y'know?It's bullying...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww,how sad!! -mock sorrow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways,fiona,OW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already say right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're horrid.Can I ask you a question?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it true that they all thought I was in IMH for the two days that I was absent?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they think you are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the way you are in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How am I in class?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!You damn irritating you know??Like stupid toddler like that!Ask so many question!Got so many Why!You say why again I don't talk to you anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay,fine,desole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-keeps quiet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiona?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I really insane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asking me or them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You,obviously.Do you think I'm alittle mad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alittle,VERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOO!Obviously!You're damn crazy lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no you're not.-rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.Somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 'SHUT UP' script for your sadistic eyes to feast on.-looks at sher- Pity it's real life.It'd be a laugh if it really was a script.But obviously I'm too stuffed with geniosity to come up with something so &lt;em&gt;brilliante&lt;/em&gt;.Good Grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back in my bedroom to start preparations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've done the base coat of my nails,toes and fingers.Now then,what is next on my list in order?Ah yes.relax your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lay down on my bed with a cucumber slive over each eye.Ahhhhhh.Let go of all the tension.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fat Chance.Libby came barging in singing, "Sex bum, sex BUM, I'm a sex bum!" Which I think is unsuitable for a four year old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I managed to get Libby out of my room and put her in the airing cupboard - she likes it up there.Vati was in the drive cleaning his clown car.I have asked him if he will wear a mask when he goes in it.Actually,I've asked him to wear a mask at all times,but you might as well ask for the moon.I opened my bedroom window and yelled down at him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"VATI!My dear little sister doesn't sing 'Bar bar bag sheet' anymore,nor does she sing 'Three blind lice'.Do you know what she does sing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was too busy polishing the clown car to take any notice.In fact,if I had gone to kiwi-a-gogo and a very fat eskimo called Carl had moved into my bedroom,he still wouldn't have noticed.I don't know why people bother having children if they are going to spend the whole time pretending they don't exist.I went on regardless,like Sherpa Tensing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As you ask,I will tell you what she sings.She sings 'Sex bum,sex bum,I'm a sex bum.' "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he laughed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said, "I hope you find it as amusing when she turns out to be a child prostitute."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm away laughing on a FAST CAMEL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112738581004873785?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112738581004873785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112738581004873785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112738581004873785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112738581004873785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-full-of-geniosity.html' title='I&apos;m SO full of Geniosity'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112718529397155603</id><published>2005-09-20T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:01:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!I'm Ralph!AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>Regarding the last post AND in indignant reply AND clarifications to the tags on my bunny-foard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI!MY NAME IS RALPH!AND I'M YELLOW COLORED OVERSTUFFED BANANA BOY WHO'S GOT FREAKY BULBOUS EYES WITH A MINISCULE PUPIL AND A PROD-INDUCING NOSE TO MATCH,OH,AND I PICK MY NOSE WHEN MY PICTURE IS TAKEN COMPLETE WITH MY FIFTEEN STRANDS OF HAIR HANGING LIMPLY OFF MY BALD SCALP!I'VE ACTUALLY GOT A INNOCENT AND HILARIOUS PERSONALITY Y'KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VA TE FAIRE FOUTRE!NON NON NON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mutters evilly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly (ryann) let me point out that you've FAILED horribly to realize I am NOT a BOY!The last time I checked,I'm pretty positive I'm a maturing (though not blossoming) girl with under-developed nunga-nungas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY,I am NOT &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am a mix of paste and light bronze MERCI BEAUCOUP,and I'm a banana YES.But I'm NOT,ruddy NOT,overstuffed.Eventhough I'm on the fat-obese side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly.I DO NOT HAVE FREAKY BULBOUS EYES with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miniscule &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pupils to match because that's just freaky and not normal,and I DO NOT see the need/want to be more ABNORMAL and FREAKY than I already AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTHLY,I DO NOT have a bloody prod-inducing nose.I've got a garmangous hideous HOOTER,yes,but NEVER in my whole entire ABNORMAL existence will I EVER let anyone poke,prod OR touch it.THEREFORE,I DO NOT have a prod-inducing HONKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH.I've got a decent sense of self-preservation and ENOUGH brain to know that PICKING YOUR NOSE WHEN SOMEONE TAKES A PICTURE OF YOU IS GROSSANITY!Why on earth would I want to PRESERVE my moment of nasal-cleansing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixterly,I haven't got FIFTEEN ruddy strands of hair sprouting and thriving happily on my shiny buttered scalp to say the least.Because that is just sad.Tres tres triste.Au contraire,I've got a THICK STUBBORN UNMANAGEABLE bush of wormy keratin locks nesting on my poor tortured skull.But that's enough to prove that I DO NOT HAVE FIFTEEN STRANDS OF THREAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTH,I am NOT innocent,neither am I HILARIOUS.Finite Incantatio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,and SACRE BLEU does not mean 'goddamned rookie' RYANN!Though 'baise' does mean the eff word(: garcon intelligent! -pats head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sammi,I AM NOT MEAKING FRAD!! -iffaws gunsanely-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112718529397155603?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112718529397155603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112718529397155603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112718529397155603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112718529397155603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/hiim-ralphagain.html' title='Hi!I&apos;m Ralph!AGAIN.'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112704709836110848</id><published>2005-09-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T19:45:10.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Petite has gone NUCKING FUTS!!</title><content type='html'>I'VE NONE GINSANE!!I'M POSTING AN MSN CONVI BETWEEN SHER AND ME!Of course I'm censoring the stuff you're NOT supposed to see.-ieams binsanely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's in broken shards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i know. why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's torn in shreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because it was shattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BY WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i kon't dnow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you gotta ask my hattered sheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay. joyce's shattered heart, why are you shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's not replying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it can't reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there's a reason why it's shattered dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sey ereht si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes so what is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kon't dnow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*insert original speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. things change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD HE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*insert original speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*insert original speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AND IN DOING SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*insert original speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKE MY HEART!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-bawls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and he told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did!? and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-_-);;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you think i'd just sit around and watch it go by without asking why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so what did he say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is quel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ieams binsanely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh yes whats with ur french words ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whats with my what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is with ur french words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quel is with ur francais. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a last fearner(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and ure mixing up ur letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just got ze francois bugge zats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINNIT OOL??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u'd fail ur english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but madamoiselle sherleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;c'est eenglieesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iz twillve mooonz away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no it's next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's gonna come by fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zen ledd id com byye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whats that zen ledd id com ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'then let is come by'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i forgot all my francias already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz ze FRANCOIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;madamme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;non 'francias'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sacre bleu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-blinks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how many papers do you have tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ryann says you guys've got two papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, tmr's pure phy and a math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dun take either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does 3E take that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOUR WHOLE CLASS DOESN'T TAKE PURE PHYSICS AND A MATH??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SACRE BLOODY BLEU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whassat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means a bad word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's a bad word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know just tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's a bad word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if u can say it in french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ucan say it in eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do you wanna know????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-curious look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cos i dun understad duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do you wanna understand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just tell me for fuck's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for suck's fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. so what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it MEEEAAAANNNNSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIIIITTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MMMMMEEEEEAAAAAANNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEEEEAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMEEEAAAAAAAAAAANNSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think i better not say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or your mind is going to be dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dont make me point the finger at u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quel fingere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-points finger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ve te faire foutre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-points finger again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or -points finger again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres tres pathetico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im pathetic. okay so what does ur bad word mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sacre bleu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a wad bord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im running on a short fuse alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i thought you're tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is confused-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because ure not telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;goosie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what am i not telling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[sherlyn`] - BIG IDEA! accomplished! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sacre bleu&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn ceases to reply henceforth.(Wonder why though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again when I'm saner!&lt;br /&gt;-ickles cansanely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M MEAKING FRAD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112704709836110848?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112678359772499669</id><published>2005-09-15T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:26:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP</title><content type='html'>Characters involved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Liang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene I,Day I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...so frequency increases with temperature...frequency is the number of molecular collisions per second...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..I thought frequency is the number of vibrations per second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is not Chemistry definition,that is Physics lor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between Chemistry and Physics??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut Up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene II,Day II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-some guy in class-...KARNINACHAOCHEEPIE...&lt;br /&gt;Fiona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's he saying?Is that chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-rolls eyes- NOO!He's swearing in Hokkien and Cantonese!OBVIOUSLY??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...What's he saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-exasperated- He's saying a bad word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound like one bad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not ONE it's ALOT!Obviously right??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,you said one,that's a really really long swear word...what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a bad word lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,but what does it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What for you want to know what it means??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to know what it means.I want to broaden my brain and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What brain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..and..You know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No I don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're horrid.What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It means a,no,alot of bad words in hokkien and cantonese!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes,I know!!But what does it mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARRGGGHH!!It means this -does a funny gesture in mid-air- OKAY??GET IT??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs hysterically-FIONA!What're you doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!Forget it lah!I give up already!No matter how long I explain to you you also will not get it one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-another guy from class- ....BALLS!....LIMP-EYE KAR LOO GONG...KANINIAHIYA YEH!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-raises eyebrows-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's saying a bad word!Er...alot of bad words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce,even a toddler can tell he is saying a bad word.It's so obvious right??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd a toddler be able to tell?He'd be too young to know what he is saying about!And besides-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we're not supposed to speak anything other than chinese in chinese class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOYCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------END OF STORY------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when Fiona does that.Mon dieu.&lt;br /&gt;PHWOAR!!Oo-er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwarrrrllllll!!!!!HEAR ME ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dances around in a brown fairy costume-&lt;br /&gt;I'M A COCOA BEAN QUEEN!!I ate five bars of chocolate today and I'm having cocoa for dinner :D La vie tres merveilleuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossary additions:&lt;br /&gt;Toilet = Piddly Diddly Department&lt;br /&gt;Pooing=Poo Parlour&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Pectorals=Nunga-Nungas&lt;br /&gt;Good-Bye=I'm away laughing on a fast Camel&lt;br /&gt;Specific Horn=Fancying one person&lt;br /&gt;General Horn=Fancying LOADS of people&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic Horn=Fancying EVERYONE and EVERYTHING on the universe&lt;br /&gt;Nippy noodles=Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side,or minus,or whatever your personality type it - I LOST TWO KGs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; is going to go ballisticmus when she find out.Tres l'aime(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.I'm away laughing on a fast camel xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112678359772499669?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112678359772499669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112678359772499669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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horrible and down-in-the-pits low that you suddenly think of something/place/one that brings you...some comfort...but then it all rushes back again,threatening to overwhelm you and eat your very being up.And all of those bitter-sweet emotions and moments flash through your mind like you're just watching a movie of your life go by,like you're just an orb,a mere spectre of your carbon self.Floating over your listless body and spiritless eyes...watching and waiting...just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard you try to stop those dreaded feelings from crashing down on you like a huge wave of hurt your tears just won't stop flowing even when you're surrounded by strangers staring at you.Staring.Glaring.Bearing down.It's like trying to cup water in your hands,it's a useless feat...no matter how hard you try to stem all the holes and gaps inbetween your palms and fingers with what flesh you can spare or have left,the water leaks out in the end.It stays on the contaminated and dirty ground.And you can never pick it up or retrieve it again.Because water hasn't got a definite shape,just like your very self now...you don't know what you are now,neither are you sure of your existence.It all seems so surreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss New Zealand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112669529694753669?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112669529694753669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112669529694753669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112669529694753669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fall,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you near me eventhough you're far away,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you,baby,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to be this way,&lt;br /&gt;I need you more and more each day,&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way,&lt;br /&gt;I need you,I need you,I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you think we can last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,listen to what we're not saying,&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a different game from what we're playing,&lt;br /&gt;Try to look at me and really see my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and think about whatever you need to think about,&lt;br /&gt;Go on and dream about whatever you need to dream about,&lt;br /&gt;And come back to me when you know just how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112661070283536592</id><published>2005-09-13T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:25:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me set the Record STRAIGHT!</title><content type='html'>LET ME SET THE RUDDY RECORD STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERESA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; TELLING EVERYONE THAT ME AND BRANDON ARE GOING OUT AND DATING OR WHATEVER.BECAUSE IT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOST CERTAINLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE FREAKING CASE/RECORD,TERESA,BRANDON AND I ARE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MARRIED IN HOLY MATRIMONY,PIXELLATED BLISS OR WHATEVER YOUR PRETTY INSANE RAVING HEAD CAN COME UP WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRANDON AND I ARE JUST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and sorry to burst your happy bubble Teresa,but there &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be Little 'Brandys' and/or 'Joycies' running about &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt;.Period.Sorry deary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'In other news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The case of the disappearing cashews has yet to be solved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However though,the victim seems to have found a new secret stashing place - &lt;u&gt;her knicker drawer&lt;/u&gt;.Seems,there won't be any nut assailants about her legumes any time soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over and Out&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112661070283536592?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112661070283536592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112661070283536592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112661070283536592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112661070283536592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-me-set-record-straight.html' title='Let me set the Record STRAIGHT!'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112658497578911853</id><published>2005-09-13T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:16:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE STOLE MY NUTS!!</title><content type='html'>Some bloody horrible cruel Scumbag STOLE and ATE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OF THE CASHEWS IN MY NUT STASH!! -glares around manically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE,I repeat,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ruddy-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE DARES TO BLOODY STEAL THE CASHEWS FROM THE SQUIRREL OF THE HOUSE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OR HE/SHE/IT WILL HAVE TO FACE MY BUSHY RODENT WRATH!! -chatters threateningly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the horror and panic I suffered when I pranced into the kitchen booth today and saw the empty space that used to hold my full stash of cashews! -envisions glowing light around empty stash-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how my squirrel instincts perked up RIGHT AWAY and my bushy-tail-hair growing bushier every second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH how I scurried and scampered about in utter disorder and chaos upending and upsetting EVERYTHING and EVERYONE in my way to look for the VANISHED cashews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me petty,stingy,nut-case whatever.I DON'T RUDDY CARE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE SOMEONE STOLE MY PRECIOUS BELOVED NUTS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;strokes phantom cashews in a loving obsessive manner- &lt;em&gt;myyy prrecciousssss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING MAD!!!!!And I'm ruddy ILL today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going INSANE with worry and nerves!!WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BABIES??Babies I were planning on eating for LUNCH today to cure me of my stupid bout of FLU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-writhes in agony-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID MY PRECIOUS DARLING CASHEWS GO??!! (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could MURDER someone RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I found out the culprit of this HEINOUS CRIME...I'll...-contemplates horrific torture and disembowelment-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112658497578911853?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112658497578911853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112658497578911853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112658497578911853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112658497578911853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/someone-stole-my-nuts.html' title='SOMEONE STOLE MY NUTS!!'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112652872719920247</id><published>2005-09-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:38:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated,Selfish AND Wrong</title><content type='html'>The first day of the last term of my fifteenth year of my tardy tedious and slave-borne school life exacted again at five-schmuty-thirty AM this morning.After a whole &lt;s&gt;holiday&lt;/s&gt; week &lt;s&gt;AWAY&lt;/s&gt; from the Labour Camp the &lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;accomplished jury of juvenile education execs. dubb 'SCHOOL',it was and IS going to be an IMMENSE torment for me to drag my bleedin' body out of the comfortable indulgence of my bed that I've recently turned to calling Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Stanley so &lt;s&gt;kindly&lt;/s&gt; put it,I am now THOROUGHLY and OFFICIALY released from the 'Curse of the High-Class Turkey'.Fiona is EXTREMELY happy for me,and I stress the word EXTREMELY.Today's the FIRST DAY ever this whole year,that she isn't looking or acting moody or grumpy,on the contrary,she's been laughing and joking and 'sniding' at RDP to me all day that I actually have to talk about Micheal Jackson to get her mind off her clause for celebrating and extreme praising of the &lt;em&gt;almighty&lt;/em&gt;.She told me that maybe there is a God afterall.She didn't even snap at me for sounding like a dribbling baby learning to talk when I spoke chinese to Stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley's another story.I think he's WAY more ecstatic than Fiona is that RDP and I are no longer friends.He never did like her to sit at our bench during Science Practicals because it always causes a HUGE cram-up for a two-person-only table.He's GLAD that I've got a reason now to shrug her off during Practicals.In fact,he's so overjoyed,he's probably popping a champagne or two at home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil and horrid and mean and turning into a bitchy back-stabber,I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sad little caucasian toddler mistook me for Emma Watson (alias Hermione Granger) on my way home just now.&lt;br /&gt;-tugs at caucasian mother's shirt hems- &lt;em&gt;Mom!Mom!Look!Isn't she Emma Watson??&lt;/em&gt;-points excitedly in my direction with eyeballs bulging like they could pop out and roll squelchily over the dirty ground any second-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma-WHO? &lt;/em&gt;-looks where son is pointing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERMIONE GRANGER! &lt;/em&gt;-shrieks in tremoring ecstacy like he could explode any minute-&lt;br /&gt;-looks at me- &lt;em&gt;OH!Er..Emma Watson..  &lt;/em&gt;-looks at me witheringly and follows son as he resumes his ugly state of denial-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M-MISS WATSON! -&lt;/em&gt;voice shakes in suppressed glee- &lt;em&gt;Could I have your autograph?? &lt;/em&gt;-looks at me so earnestly that I can't bear to break the horrible truth to him,but I still do in the end because I'm a lout who is mean to little kids-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm.Sorry little boy,I'm not er Emma Watson.&lt;/em&gt; -says apologetically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh,you're not?But...but...that hair...&lt;/em&gt; -face falls faster than the changing of traffic lights-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No,I'm sorry,little boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;-tries to smile comfortingly at little boy with the burst bubble but seethes innerly of tortures flashing through mind-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;tugs at mother's shirt again,cups hand and tries but fails badly to whisper to Mom- &lt;em&gt;Mom,Emma Watson sounds alot like Willy Wonka doesn't she?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother looks at me apologetically- &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry honey,he's alittle bit...confused. &lt;/em&gt;-says in a perfect Australian Accent-&lt;br /&gt;-Hyperventilates Mentally but manages to keep a straight face- &lt;em&gt;Er,I,well,erm,that's okay..erm,you might wanna keep him away from those candies though...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scarpers off before Mom can figure out what I meant and beat me up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SWEAR I WILL NEVER EVER TAKE OFF MY STRINGY RUBBER-BAND AND LET MY NOW STUBBORN BUSHY SQUIRREL TAIL 'GRANGER' HAIR DOWN IN PUBLIC EVER BLOODY AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Five things are wrong with me and my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I HATE MY STUPID CURLY PUFFY FRIZZY BLOWS-UP-WITH-MY-MOOD HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I am Vertically Challenged and Horizontally Inclined.I am also facially deficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I still fail to see how and why I landed in and am having to survive my last term of Triple Science since I haven't grades to prove for it.Yes,I'm a daft,stupid,undeserving idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I fail miserably when I come face-to-face with my current emotional turn-on,and I look absolutely ridiculous when I try to SPEAK or FLIRT to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I've got the most HORRIBLE Hand-Eye Co-ordination in my class - and most likely to go down in Fairfield-bleedin'-History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I'm the only one in 3E taking chinese who speaks worse than a dribbling toddler trying but failing to grasp the basics of speech when I open my mouth and start spouting what I still deem 'Chinese'(as Fiona and my chinese teacher so bluntly agree).But I think I just happen to share an unfortunate and obliged-by-birth relationship with the mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I have YET to achieve self-actualization,decent personal-accomplishment AND discovered a non-existent 'talent' that I supposedly &lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;blessed&lt;/s&gt; with.While most other people my age have already become King-Of-Spades at their multiple Sky-Kissed Achievements and honed their gob-smacking endowment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I am a gawky,nerdy,awkward teen that (most probably) WON'T EVER emerge as a 'beautiful butterfly' while MOST people I know have already begun to spread their expertly-hewn gorgeously-carved wings and are getting ready to take off into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I DO NOT know how to count.(T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I'm a tragic let-down of a genetic freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have an accident with my Prozac pills tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112652872719920247?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112652872719920247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112652872719920247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112652872719920247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112652872719920247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/vindicatedselfish-and-wrong.html' title='Vindicated,Selfish AND Wrong'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112628126926123047</id><published>2005-09-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:56:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Social Life is EXTINCT</title><content type='html'>My Social Life is WAY below the chart of literate life-forms.In fact,it's so diminished it's negligible.Scientists examining the chart would probably pass that little teeny molecule as a random speck of dirt in its random resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really notice that until today,when Brandon made me realize it.It hit me like a garmangous sledge-hammer (though I've never actually been violated by one,and I don't think I intend to) that my social life has shrunk from geeky,gawky,awkward drama queen to a follicularly challenged unfortunate wilt of a dandelion,floating listlessly about with the wind.Let's face it,I'm an embarrassment to Nature.I think Mother Nature would be very much insulted that I'd affiliate myself with her terms.I'm an embarrassment to -----.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't you go out with anyone at all?'&lt;br /&gt;'Erm,usually it's with Sammi and Teresa and the rest.But Sammi's busy today,and Teresa and I have a complicated sister-ship.Then there's my friends from Sec 4 that I used to go out with,but they've got their O's now,so I can't bug them that much.'&lt;br /&gt;'Don't you have other friends?'&lt;br /&gt;-contemplates- 'Erm,not really,&lt;strong&gt;my social life is REALLY tiny&lt;/strong&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There,I actually declared my non-existent social life to a partial stranger I went out with today.And Brandon (who was that 'partial stranger') went 'That's sad.' (-_-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why most guys aren't good emotional back-ups or listeners.They're either TOO &lt;em&gt;hard &lt;/em&gt;or TOO &lt;em&gt;passive&lt;/em&gt;.Insensitive &lt;s&gt;Chauvanists&lt;/s&gt;. (^_^)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a LOVE-HATE relationship with my non-existent Social Life.I feel like Gollum-Smeagol right now. *\(^_^)/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clause for celebration.&lt;em&gt;Cheerio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112628126926123047?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112628126926123047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112628126926123047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112628126926123047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112628126926123047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-social-life-is-extinct.html' title='My Social Life is EXTINCT'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112618393504206075</id><published>2005-09-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:52:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're ALL I need</title><content type='html'>My hair's a lost cause.I've given up trying to tame it AND trying to make people like it at the same time - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BECAUSE NO ONE WILL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.It puffs up like Hermione Granger's and fluffs even worse when I'm on the edge.Which means &lt;em&gt;ALOT&lt;/em&gt; nowadays because my mood's been fluctuating VERY drastically,lately.It always has been,come to think of it. -blanches in intense deep thought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That poor hairdresser tried so very hard to thin my hair,but it still made no difference in the end even when it was still straight,so she just went ahead with the curling.I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; having such thick hair - it's &lt;strong&gt;AWFULLY&lt;/strong&gt; difficult to tame AND maintain,even in its most demure and calm state.(-_-);;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDP passed me a note yesterday declaring that we shouldn't be friends anymore because we're only lying to ourselves and she 'can see that I don't really relate to her as well as I did before',when things between us were just peachy,fine and dandy,'before Fiona came along'.I'm utterly speechless,I don't know whether to celebrate or mourn.But I'm glad she finally caught on.It's for her own good,I think.Right after that,she went off to her own 'crowd' and started bitching about me.I heard it loud and clear.I think it was intentional,but I wouldn't know eitherway,because we aren't and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WON'T BE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; talking anymore(: Oh glorious happy day,I've just lost another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,and I know I look &lt;strong&gt;AWFULLY HORRIBLE&lt;/strong&gt; with those tendrils dangling from my scalp.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not as if I don't feel bad enough myself already,I don't need anyone else to remind me that I'm a follicular freak&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's times like these that I realise you're all I need&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112618393504206075?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112618393504206075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112618393504206075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112618393504206075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112618393504206075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-all-i-need.html' title='You&apos;re ALL I need'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112600645383909744</id><published>2005-09-06T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:41:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments of Flirting</title><content type='html'>Full-Proof techniques for hopeless amateurs on how to achieve ultimate acceptance and utter admiration with desired Male Counterparts - Written,revised and edited by Professional Consultant,RDP.&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.The &lt;em&gt;slow-curve &lt;/em&gt;- turn and do everything slow for your target to have a good glimpse at all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.Casual Off-Hand Flattery - Guys love their Egos,and they like it bigger,so off-handedly compliment your target,but give him the impression that you worship him,he'll be your little dog in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3.Make use of your God-given &lt;em&gt;assets &lt;/em&gt;- It's okay to show alittle bit of skin without being too sluttish,you can still look provocative in a covered-up manner.Wear tight-fitting clothes that wrap you like a second skin,guys like girls with curvaceous figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4.Body Language - When engaging in conversation (no matter how irrelevant/uninteresting the topic is to you),make small but significant gestures/movements which will throw target in absolute attention of your goddessy image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5.Take it &lt;em&gt;low &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;husky&lt;/em&gt; - The way to get guys 'going' is not &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;to make your body a major seduction,but to tune your vocal cords in &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt; note,too.Bring your voice as husky,whispery and tempting as you can,your guy will be trembling in anticipation to hear every single command coming from you.&lt;em&gt;Bark!Bark!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6.Exude womanly charm - Guys like being in control,they prefer being the 'muscle' over the soft flesh,so let them know that you're totally up for that.Act gentle,sweet and girly as best as you can.He'll be looking at you in a 'different' light next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7.&lt;em&gt;Facial &lt;/em&gt;Attraction - You may not be as good-looking and gifted in the Facial Department as &lt;em&gt;others&lt;/em&gt;,but you're a girl,afterall,use those eyelashes and make those lips of yours pout!Bat your eyelashes just &lt;em&gt;alittle&lt;/em&gt; bit once in awhile,inbetween your conversation with your target or during that casual 'glance'.Pout your lips and peer at him from behind a thin curtain of hair,it increases the mystery and attractiveness exuding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8.Be &lt;em&gt;True&lt;/em&gt; to your&lt;em&gt; heart &lt;/em&gt;- If you want him,and if need be,it's okay to tell a tiny harmless lie to bring you closer to achieving your heart's desire.As long as you know you're doing the wrong thing and make amends,it'll be okay.Afterall,what else can you be truer and better to than your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9.Flip it! - It's a blessing to have hair,it's a BONUS to have long luscious locks,don't let that gift go to waste!Flip your hair ever so slightly and often to attain the attention you want if you feel your target's mind wandering.Flipping your hair is a subtlely suggestive and tempting gesture for your target as it partially reveals a girl's 'weaker points' - the neck.Guys are ALL ABOUT physical intimacy.They'll be itching to grab you if you flip it right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10.Move in for the Catch - Finally,once you're pretty sure you've got your guy,drop heavy subtle hints that you're a girl he'll regret to miss - hint that you've got guys queuing up just to talk to you?Drop it on him that you are a once-in-a-lifetime catch.Sooner or later he'll get the hint and home-in on you fending off the 'other guys' and claiming you as his sole property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow these ten steps and you'll achieve matrimonal bliss/personal satisfaction/social awe wherever you go,whatever catch you choose ;) Good Luck,Joyce!&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start putting RDP's advices in place once she's gone over a couple of things which I need MAJOR explaining and clarification on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOO incapacitated in the department of mutual attraction (-_-);; I think I'm truly absolutely ABNORMAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112600645383909744?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112600645383909744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112600645383909744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112600645383909744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112600645383909744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/ten-commandments-of-flirting.html' title='The Ten Commandments of Flirting'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112588241725964043</id><published>2005-09-05T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T09:11:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Words</title><content type='html'>My life has ended.&lt;br /&gt;It's officially ended.&lt;br /&gt;I'll even have a death certificate to prove.&lt;br /&gt;*brandishes phantom death cert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bloody ring-worm infestation that now sits happily on my scalp,eating my social image away(like I ever had one to begin with xD) - the same manifestation that I'm embarrassed to dubb &lt;strong&gt;'MY HAIR'&lt;/strong&gt;.(T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I'd be all laughy-duffy about this issue and pass it off as a laundro-accident - HUGE cleaning catastrophe which involved super-glue and a mysteriously unlatched mop head - but NOOOO it's turning out to be worse than I thought it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my keratin 'locks' are already SOOO thick even after the poor hair-dresser tried her very best to thin it before curling it,it still puffs up like Crookshank's fur (-_-);; What's more,with my mood just right on the edge these days,my hair fluffs up worse.Probably because of some stupid genetic mutation that makes my hair act accordingly with my mood.When I'm agitated,it goes '&lt;strong&gt;BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;'.Yes,that's right,&lt;strong&gt;I'M A GENETIC MUTATION&lt;/strong&gt;!I'm &lt;em&gt;abnormal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slimy overly-charged with testosterone brother &lt;u&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/u&gt; stop laughing whenever we bump into each other at home EVENTHOUGH we've never spoken a word to each other at all for a LOOONNNNGGGG time.And there I was thinking he'd just shut up and go on playing his blood-spilling murder game on his PS2.I found out,I was HORRIBLY mistaken.His life's aim right now is not to kill more pixellated cyborgs / manequins on the TV screen,it's to &lt;strong&gt;MAKE ME FEEL AS HORRIBLE AS HE CAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I stepped out of the hair-dressers' yesterday morning,my mom's been gushing about how we look &lt;em&gt;MORE&lt;/em&gt; close now because her hair's &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; been curly.&lt;strong&gt;SHE SAYS I LOOK LIKE A DOLL&lt;/strong&gt;!! *hyperventilates in horror* And now she's buying &lt;u&gt;LOADS&lt;/u&gt; of flowery clips to dress my hair up (-_-);; Yes,I cease to be of any existence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,but wait!There's still some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's stopped talking to me.Eversince he saw that horrible infestation perched nicely on my head,he hasn't spoken a word to me since.&lt;strong&gt;HE DOESN'T EVEN SCOLD ME AT ALL NOW&lt;/strong&gt;!I guess that's what 'Shocked into Silence' means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mortifying.Horrible.&lt;strong&gt;BAD BAD BAD&lt;/strong&gt;.My heart &lt;em&gt;aches&lt;/em&gt; horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here henceforth,I shall cease to be even the merest of existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112588241725964043?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112588241725964043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112588241725964043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112588241725964043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112588241725964043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-words.html' title='Last Words'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112582207288622017</id><published>2005-09-04T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:21:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Little Heart</title><content type='html'>Oh the depairing.&lt;br /&gt;OH THE HUMANITY.&lt;br /&gt;Why,OH WHY??Did I have to go ahead with the stupid idea?!&lt;br /&gt;I look like there's a mop on my head.&lt;br /&gt;I look like there's ring-worms sprouting liberally from my head.&lt;br /&gt;I look like Hermione Granger and her bushy hair.&lt;br /&gt;I look like Mia Thermopolis before her make-over.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK HORRIBLY SILLY!!AND HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;(T_T)&lt;br /&gt;My hair puffs-up now that it's permed.&lt;br /&gt;I've got half the mind to murder myself now.&lt;br /&gt;*shoots self*&lt;br /&gt;Oh how my twisted little heart aches for this DIRE and FATAL mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112582207288622017?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112582207288622017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112582207288622017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112582207288622017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112582207288622017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/twisted-little-heart.html' title='Twisted Little Heart'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112565848498394707</id><published>2005-09-02T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:19:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of BITCHES and SLUTS</title><content type='html'>I'll try to make this post as &lt;em&gt;PG&lt;/em&gt; as possible,I've just learnt a bunch of 'flowery' vocabulary from Fiona and some books I've been reading these days,and I must,with my utmost effort restrain any form of profane diaorrhoea lest I should be reported for some 'breach of language code' or something,now that they've got that 'flag notice' thing in the blogger icon bar.*rollseyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Of late,I've been hearing some very...(I find)interesting and (erm)amusing &lt;em&gt;comments&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; individuals who choose to remain anonymous for their own safety - remarks fired at females (as a whole) from Drama.That means - EVERY GIRL IN DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had the craziest and most insane labellings all this while though I've never quite come across vulgar connotations of us girls such as 'b****' and 'slut',to say the least.It's a first.Really.To hear that &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people've actually been going behind our backs and saying us Drama females are sluts and bitches.How hurtful and saddening&lt;em&gt;,honestly&lt;/em&gt;,what is becoming of this 'perfect' utopian globe&lt;em&gt;?(&lt;/em&gt;T_T) Oh how my hardened cold heart tears at the way humans treat our equals nowadays.It's tragic,'tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify your polite,erm,views of Drama females(:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,the definition of the words 'Bitch' and 'Slut':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bitch:A female canine animal, especially a dog / A woman considered to be spiteful or overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;-In which case,spiteful meaning malicious and/or showing spite.&lt;br /&gt;-Overbearing meaning arrogant / overwhelming in power of significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Slut:A woman considered sexually promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;-In which case,promiscuous meaning random and casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I know I ain't gifted in the department of arguing and quarreling and all,but I'll use some 'skills' Ms Hia taught my English class about Argumentative Essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girls from Drama are &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and Sluts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,my dear antagonists,I must state how very un-equipped you are in the department of language and its constituent uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By calling us 'bitches',you're either comparing us to our fellow canine companions or you just think that we're 'spiteful' and 'overbearing'.I must express my astoundment at your apparent short/long-sightedness(or whatever eye illness you're ailing from) at failing to see that we DO NOT walk on all fours,bark,have an over-loading amount of hair/fur and are disabled from the ability of sensible mutual conversation with more intellectual life-forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,by indirectly implying we're 'spiteful' beings,you put yourself in a very delicate and contradicting position indeed - don't you know that blespheming us &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; girls with these 'atrocities' already shows that you're one who bears grudges,for whatever we did/did not do to you or for you?Or anything along that line?Therefore,although you DO have the freedom of speech(though this is Singapore and not the Free-World),you,however,are in no position &lt;em&gt;at all &lt;/em&gt;to label us like you did.Because four fingers're pointing back at you my dear(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,by suggesting we're &lt;em&gt;overbearing &lt;/em&gt;will bring us two ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arrogance&lt;/u&gt;,you'll find,is a common ailment that we ALL suffer from.A little piece of information for your over-stuffed gray matter - there &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; such things as &lt;strong&gt;PRIDE &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;EGO&lt;/strong&gt; in the world.And to not have them would be a plain misfortune,for without the least bit esteem,you'd be reduced to the merest prokaryotes that dwell in oblivion on the brinks of extinction.Ergo cognito,it'd be a an immense pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However though,you also seem to have indicated that we &lt;u&gt;overwhelm in power and significance&lt;/u&gt;.Thank you very much,for I shall take that as a compliment.You've just insulted your very self by testifying your apparent insubordination towards our predominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Slut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my young padiwan is an extreme over-statement.It is utterly far-fetched and I'm horrified at your concurrent blindness in realising that you greatly lack a decent mental storage of vocabulary.You must be VERY misinformed to summon the thinking/impression that we go around f***ing males at random.Therefore,I appeal you to PLEASE fire your 'sources' and hire better and more efficient ones because your current ones are very obviously heavily paralyzed in the department of sense - as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it is an immense disappointment to find more irradicately ignorant and insensitive beings like you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I suggest that the involved take up beginner's vocabulary classes and graduate from a language institute with an honour roll to prove,before verbally harming or abusing the girls from Drama again.I look forward to a more challenging litigation in future,and not some unfortunate and pathetic numb-skull who hasn't a clue on the 'Ethics of Insult'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for your kind co-operation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112565848498394707?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112565848498394707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112565848498394707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112565848498394707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112565848498394707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-bitches-and-sluts.html' title='Of BITCHES and SLUTS'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15101634.post-112549270021635584</id><published>2005-08-31T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:19:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget-links-NOT</title><content type='html'>Hi.Hello.So I decided to start blogging again,after an agonizing rot of time.I'm BACK.Because I realised,that break from posting my thoughts online which was &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; meant for me to sort stuff out 'lest I suffer a sudden unexplained case of &lt;em&gt;tongue-slip&lt;/em&gt; and deeply offend a fellow humanitarian individual' - didn't really work out afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things're still the same,as always.And I've been itching to blog eversince I 'took my break',so I MITESWELL do online journaling,&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;,instead of restraining my-mental-self with a mental-strait-jacket and go berserk with craving and cold-turkey thinking of the 'luscious joys of blogging' everytime I walk past the computer hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,luckily,'&lt;em&gt;GOD&lt;/em&gt;' made brothers.Yes,annoying icky nitty-gritty gangsterish testosterone-charged siblings to divert your attention and 'help' you kick your apparent addiction to html and pixelating by (yes,of course) HOGGING THE BLOODY PC TO THEMSELVES THE WHOLE GODDAMN DAY ; that you can't even get online without having to rouse a HOME-WAR no. XXX.How very &lt;s&gt;unnecessary&lt;/s&gt;clever and &lt;s&gt;redundant&lt;/s&gt;wonderful the creation of brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I don't know most of your links now,so if you'd like - give me your links either over MSN or on the tag-board,&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and as VERY evidently seen,my &lt;s&gt;non-existent&lt;/s&gt;blog designing skills have diminished ever since I stopped blogging because I,obviously,have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;barely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been practicing with html,and sadly,with my &lt;s&gt;abysmal&lt;/s&gt; memory,I am now a computer-handicap who's bound to a wheelchair until she's recovered from 'pixellated paralysis'.So,please,kindly pardon me for this HIDEOUSLY MORTIFYING first time attempt at making my own blogskin again.Your benevolence is &lt;s&gt;muchly&lt;/s&gt; appreciated(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TRAINERS' DAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MENTORS' DAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15101634-112549270021635584?l=wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/112549270021635584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15101634&amp;postID=112549270021635584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112549270021635584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15101634/posts/default/112549270021635584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiltingmarionette.blogspot.com/2005/08/forget-links-not.html' title='Forget-links-NOT'/><author><name>goosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14983537280845367353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
