tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29811805958457584752024-02-06T20:46:18.830-08:00HypnoticNeurotic Quixotic.Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981180595845758475.post-69021802096000402062009-12-25T22:33:00.000-08:002009-12-25T22:39:34.188-08:00<div align="center">You used me.<br />I was too blinded to see the real you. </div>Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981180595845758475.post-13400489541877040002009-11-30T06:06:00.000-08:002009-11-30T06:07:29.783-08:00<div align="center">Am mad irritated with R.</div><div align="center"> Someone save me from the annoying naggings and oh-i-know-it-all-hahahaha-you-suck attitude of a preschooler.</div>Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981180595845758475.post-25867172753499631192009-11-28T12:04:00.000-08:002009-11-28T12:48:47.242-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbxHzT1ZdgPK6QgjVpyzG12oFfaL4ruZwhxJhiXGz0TlH6q4s-BPRy6RR06aKM6S-O-2EfCbuuCx7ES4U0xnLkKEzmyVYEuLzrrGseolxxA6VALPuQy0v-D2OBimyA5aUHTD9QlXKZg/s1600/Photo0041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409255446226125154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbxHzT1ZdgPK6QgjVpyzG12oFfaL4ruZwhxJhiXGz0TlH6q4s-BPRy6RR06aKM6S-O-2EfCbuuCx7ES4U0xnLkKEzmyVYEuLzrrGseolxxA6VALPuQy0v-D2OBimyA5aUHTD9QlXKZg/s320/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPP82bNRCn1T88cFdhv6Bh2iCoe7Ac9MXYSMLwdyxRJpvXn-QbiGMYpaRF1KkBYL_ikpwHIgN2MQgXFFZZR7zvSuBIYF0dp7iGoklYkW72R0F0ByBxcgXEg2VZSci6xo1H0Ow0YResQ/s1600/Photo0039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409255438112321938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPP82bNRCn1T88cFdhv6Bh2iCoe7Ac9MXYSMLwdyxRJpvXn-QbiGMYpaRF1KkBYL_ikpwHIgN2MQgXFFZZR7zvSuBIYF0dp7iGoklYkW72R0F0ByBxcgXEg2VZSci6xo1H0Ow0YResQ/s320/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnM9DSOW4C8QiIC0lLjuVMzUsLqB6ojFeSjwNUusiUAe3W0wIEBmRg9KgW-HzAZ3zsBNHUktTrdlXk2HTmbgyU7E-k9BxsbNf4AVbaoYiE_JRs62qKNLDhnhWRsTDFzgDjH3rRj8fDg/s1600/DSC00179.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409248053517700178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnM9DSOW4C8QiIC0lLjuVMzUsLqB6ojFeSjwNUusiUAe3W0wIEBmRg9KgW-HzAZ3zsBNHUktTrdlXk2HTmbgyU7E-k9BxsbNf4AVbaoYiE_JRs62qKNLDhnhWRsTDFzgDjH3rRj8fDg/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><s>Need to feel your skin on mine.<br />I miss the taste of your lips.<br />Goddamit. I know I erred. How long more are you gonna deprive me?</s></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Face is screwed in first picture. Haha @ picture with Crystal, took so many tries before we got a somewhat decent picture tghr. Grandma's birthday was epic. Think I scared a few people that know me who saw me with my hair up and in a dress ( me, that is. not the hair ). 0446 am now. On the phone with Z, coolio. Funny times, funny times...</div>Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981180595845758475.post-68064108144901231832009-11-27T23:16:00.000-08:002009-11-28T00:10:30.908-08:00<div align="center">3 hours in a month.<br />Best 3 hours since.<br />Funny how everything about us ties with 3.<br /><br />Makes everything worth.</div>Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981180595845758475.post-59648553390080568332009-11-26T08:50:00.000-08:002009-11-26T10:36:49.899-08:00Night's young.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXgce3hMpliSVLlfytR7ZeSVGz_88f7vcLrJm9-W1lP820lKwystk9x1ozm08vjRX3Q-qIBymEhAkNHHlKT52Tcf8tnDaAYn2dr6sO9U9u_gNP5JE19SxumvXtxL5wGZv_JUgj-v_Ug/s1600/Photo+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408456009903937282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXgce3hMpliSVLlfytR7ZeSVGz_88f7vcLrJm9-W1lP820lKwystk9x1ozm08vjRX3Q-qIBymEhAkNHHlKT52Tcf8tnDaAYn2dr6sO9U9u_gNP5JE19SxumvXtxL5wGZv_JUgj-v_Ug/s320/Photo+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />HAHAH. Mad high right now, must be tha happyness in the fries I just ate at mac rubbing off on me. YES! I HAD MCDONALDS AT 12AM! I bet you're jealous :P<br /><br />I just found out that JKR actually wrote in characters that fit the profile for MANY<br />FAIRYTALES like <a href="http://www.hplex.info/wizards/wizards-non.html#Bran">Jack and the Beanstalk and Sleeping Beauty</a>. Therefore I conclude that Harry Potter is mah favourite book and I desperately want to marry him. I am just plotting with Jason on IM on how to kidnap Ginny and marry Harry. Yes, I am a geek, tyvm.<br /><br />Vivo - JE - West Coast Park - JE, yesterday.<br />Made Brenda dye her hair so nao we have brownish hair. Had lovely xlb @ Vivo and I found out that The Ex had been tryna get my number from her. Uh, ok... ;_; We do have unfortunate luck in guys, I do reckon. Aye but whutevazsxzs.<br /><br />I've never been happier. Thank You, You've given me everything I could ask for. </div>Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981180595845758475.post-19587613444870007842009-11-24T10:17:00.000-08:002009-11-24T10:41:28.146-08:00It's neither here nor there.<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHo4Er6KS01pyMVsevoI4IWfT9fcObvoLA6UnvmYDP5h2s0T7LFDsoRRulEbeiXP6eRyMNL3o2y7W6NEutYimxNakQQArb3UL_E76z5HWaqZy-KVo8x7EXTIvJwqcQ-cc52V-QIErwSA/s1600/Paris.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHo4Er6KS01pyMVsevoI4IWfT9fcObvoLA6UnvmYDP5h2s0T7LFDsoRRulEbeiXP6eRyMNL3o2y7W6NEutYimxNakQQArb3UL_E76z5HWaqZy-KVo8x7EXTIvJwqcQ-cc52V-QIErwSA/s320/Paris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407737488021031874" /></a><br />(via <a href="http://surpiko.deviantart.com/art/paris-paris-29630013">surpiko</a>)<br /><br />Such Quixotism. Let's imagine, 2 months from now, I'd have gotten bored again, and hop off to another blog host. But for now, I guess we'd all just pretend that won't happen.<br /><br />Busy days ahead, and I'm beginning to miss Chris. Birthdays comin up all over the place, and I rly need a cashcow to milk. Lon's birthday tmrw and then grand maman's one on saturday. Still..... I should probably just cross the bridge when I reach it.<br /><br />MAD LOOKING FORWARD TO SATURDAY'S DINNER! Haha, it'd be like the ol' time. Crys and I would be dressed up like we used to do when we were little. I wonder how that would turn out.<br /></div>Drehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16119959029965500020noreply@blogger.com0