<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19087842</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:46.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getcho freak on.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19087842.post-3144956494168417803</id><published>2007-03-11T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:26:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so whats up with NERDS anyway? huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what, was that like some 1960 idea of a nerd since everyone in 1960 were supposed to be lookin cool in their afros? i mean seriously. which part of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RfP1iIFDryI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3OQvK2tZlPs/s1600-h/nerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040642374590770978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RfP1iIFDryI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3OQvK2tZlPs/s320/nerd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spells this.    &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RfTyi4FDrzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y4paI1Bl9ok/s1600-h/nerd-eh.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040920563917500210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RfTyi4FDrzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y4paI1Bl9ok/s320/nerd-eh.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-3144956494168417803?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/3144956494168417803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=3144956494168417803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/3144956494168417803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/3144956494168417803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-whats-up-with-nerds-anyway-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RfP1iIFDryI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3OQvK2tZlPs/s72-c/nerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19087842.post-5878401023681235768</id><published>2007-02-26T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:16:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/ReMVttzeFPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wF9bz4gFnUM/s1600-h/tom+from+myspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035892683464119538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/ReMVttzeFPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wF9bz4gFnUM/s320/tom+from+myspace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep holding on is overplayed"&lt;br /&gt;muttons still suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-5878401023681235768?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/5878401023681235768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=5878401023681235768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/5878401023681235768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/5878401023681235768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/ReMVttzeFPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wF9bz4gFnUM/s72-c/tom+from+myspace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19087842.post-7806776197856336606</id><published>2007-02-25T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:41:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE TO BIRD OUTSIDE HOUSE</title><content type='html'>i'ma kill the living shit outta you, birdie.&lt;br /&gt;i hate your freakin guts.&lt;br /&gt;that chirpin of yours is pluckin my last nerve&lt;br /&gt;you're not cute&lt;br /&gt;get a new tune, or fly away.&lt;br /&gt;fly to some 'ou-ii' is-the-cutest-cound-a-bird-can-make-and-no one-could-ever-get-sick-of-it-for-a-million-years world'&lt;br /&gt;get a new tune,or fly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-7806776197856336606?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/7806776197856336606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=7806776197856336606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/7806776197856336606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/7806776197856336606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ode-to-bird-outside-house.html' title='ODE TO BIRD OUTSIDE HOUSE'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-2277016348456343904</id><published>2007-02-23T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:52:03.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/Rd7EyjT3SQI/AAAAAAAAADw/3vbpQ-bDWD4/s1600-h/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034677806197852418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/Rd7EyjT3SQI/AAAAAAAAADw/3vbpQ-bDWD4/s320/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooooooooo cute this one.&lt;br /&gt;he beats that suvivor whats-his-name guy anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhh and that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;curllehhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-2277016348456343904?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/2277016348456343904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=2277016348456343904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/2277016348456343904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/2277016348456343904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/02/soooooooooooooooooooo-cute-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/Rd7EyjT3SQI/AAAAAAAAADw/3vbpQ-bDWD4/s72-c/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19087842.post-8409681958377322254</id><published>2007-02-01T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:53:36.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me wanna</title><content type='html'>yesterday mel said something which was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh they found an anteater in my school today'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in the most casual way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. dude. did they find a sloth the day before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i think the guy who said something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the list of things i'm in charge of is pretty much the actualy size of the Taj Mahal itself' from apprentice is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RcLCYLDV8YI/AAAAAAAAADk/78vx0Cu2j1U/s1600-h/SCREAM!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026793854638354818" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RcLCYLDV8YI/AAAAAAAAADk/78vx0Cu2j1U/s320/SCREAM!!.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-8409681958377322254?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/8409681958377322254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=8409681958377322254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/8409681958377322254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/8409681958377322254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-make-me-wanna.html' title='you make me wanna'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RcLCYLDV8YI/AAAAAAAAADk/78vx0Cu2j1U/s72-c/SCREAM!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19087842.post-5888896889692569033</id><published>2007-01-28T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T03:12:33.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>91% scored higher (more nerdy),&lt;br /&gt;and 9% scored lower (less nerdy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nerdiness is:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not nerdy, you are probably cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW HOW I DO-OO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-5888896889692569033?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/5888896889692569033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=5888896889692569033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/5888896889692569033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/5888896889692569033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/91-scored-higher-more-nerdy-and-9.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-2403534326493738862</id><published>2007-01-28T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:22:17.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pauline's planning for lith harbour to be her honeymoon destination. hooooooooooooooooooooooooot. says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll be bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline's planning for lith harbour to be her honeymoon destination. hooooooooooooooooooooooooot. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--тєαм ρєαиυтѕ-- Theodore, Bitsy; What a delight! *spasms* // [rip] lassie girl, dusty says:&lt;br /&gt;we already are hunnyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--тєαм ρєαиυтѕ-- Theodore, Bitsy; What a delight! *spasms* // [rip] lassie girl, dusty says:&lt;br /&gt;you remember when i kept saying 'i cant believe im here'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--тєαм ρєαиυтѕ-- Theodore, Bitsy; What a delight! *spasms* // [rip] lassie girl, dusty says:&lt;br /&gt;well, i wish i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--тєαм ρєαиυтѕ-- Theodore, Bitsy; What a delight! *spasms* // [rip] lassie girl, dusty says:&lt;br /&gt;cos now i cant believe im not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline's planning for lith harbour to be her honeymoon destination. hooooooooooooooooooooooooot. says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline's planning for lith harbour to be her honeymoon destination. hooooooooooooooooooooooooot. says:&lt;br /&gt;sad muchhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--тєαм ρєαиυтѕ-- Theodore, Bitsy; What a delight! *spasms* // [rip] lassie girl, dusty says:&lt;br /&gt;i know, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--тєαм ρєαиυтѕ-- Theodore, Bitsy; What a delight! *spasms* // [rip] lassie girl, dusty says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;please come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-2403534326493738862?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/2403534326493738862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=2403534326493738862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/2403534326493738862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/2403534326493738862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/paulines-planning-for-lith-harbour-to.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-1519052804428938523</id><published>2007-01-28T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:20:00.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paper faces on parade. says:&lt;br /&gt;what the crap??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline is shiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat funny. *curls hand into ball*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-1519052804428938523?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/1519052804428938523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=1519052804428938523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/1519052804428938523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/1519052804428938523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/paper-faces-on-parade.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-1691912872195891421</id><published>2007-01-19T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T05:11:19.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's gotta joke and it aint me</title><content type='html'>'Eh i got another cold one : Two birds are on a tree. One yellow, one green. The green bird needs 1 bullet to kill while the yellow birds takes 2 bullet to kill. A hunter then come along with 2 bullets in his gun. How did he kill both birds??Ans: He shot and kill the green bird first. Seeing the green bird getting killed, the yellow bird got scared until become green and sick liao. Then the hunter used his last bullet to kill the now-green bird.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur funny ok! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see the thing bout that is - no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh would someone give me a job already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-1691912872195891421?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/1691912872195891421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=1691912872195891421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/1691912872195891421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/1691912872195891421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/someones-gotta-joke-and-it-aint-me.html' title='someone&apos;s gotta joke and it aint me'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-7701381424572638150</id><published>2007-01-10T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:00:04.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shalom, my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.silviapecota.com/media/1A_Salute/Salute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="367" alt="" src="http://www.silviapecota.com/media/1A_Salute/Salute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B-inXz2KcSw/RaXc_d1-99I/AAAAAAAAAB0/aRUTRmqpCZI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; remembered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-7701381424572638150?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/7701381424572638150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=7701381424572638150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/7701381424572638150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/7701381424572638150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-how-long.html' title='shalom, my friend.'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116716108605615570</id><published>2006-12-26T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:26:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The italian Job.</title><content type='html'>after mrs tan's house, everything went by so fast, i couldnt catch up yo.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i saw my cousins faces&lt;br /&gt;everyday we laughed so hardddd&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;great and HEALTHY way to relieve stress right?&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still think my friends are stupid and i might blow one day but savour the fun while it lasts right? who cares about emo paps? let them destroy themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very cute indian boy at mass turned out to be peter.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to prema for telling the dude that i think he is the type of indian guy i think is cute.&lt;br /&gt;he was like.&lt;br /&gt;'i don't get this everday, and so i want to thank you.' formal much?&lt;br /&gt;haha then i said.&lt;br /&gt;'okay now the bill is going to be an issue' hahahahaha no lah.&lt;br /&gt;(inside joke eer.)(jaime)(ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name game, killer wing, bull****mama, &lt;em&gt;attempted&lt;/em&gt; mafia by way-too-high-an-octave-voice dude. yeap. they were fun. good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it allll has to end in four days )))))))))))))))))))))): x 1000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it while it lasts,van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheebooya.&lt;br /&gt;you know i would, but no.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116716108605615570?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116716108605615570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116716108605615570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116716108605615570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116716108605615570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/12/italian-job.html' title='The italian Job.'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116681480024151415</id><published>2006-12-22T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:17:32.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/493899/MRS%20TAN%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/320/959648/MRS%20TAN%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brad's gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;let us all take a moment,to reflect on the hotness that has been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/613066/wah%20bun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/320/599003/wah%20bun.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never blog for ddamnnnn long le. haha&lt;br /&gt;the hommies have landed yo. and it has never been more fun.&lt;br /&gt;eliza came up with 7647981246 ways to say no.&lt;br /&gt;and another 7346978 ways to tell uncle chan chan about the missing wire.&lt;br /&gt;i love them ohhhh soooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;i've laughed soooooooo hard this month&lt;br /&gt;i've clenched my fists soo hard this month.&lt;br /&gt;although, mom and dad's anniversary was a majorrrrrrrr success ! haha it was stressful. the kin fought like we've never fought b4, but we managed to pull together a good show. or so i think?&lt;br /&gt;i know mom and dad were happy and i'm glad (:&lt;br /&gt;dad says he wants to give us something for our hard work. money would be good . at a time like this.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i had. oh-my-god fun with pline yesterday, although the make up part sorta gave pline a punched eye the entire time (sorry pauline, please give me another chance ) haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo gonna get that gipsy-stringy hairband, arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas is special. its special in an, an-extreme-amount-of-toes-are-getting-injured-this-month-way.&lt;br /&gt;no shit.&lt;br /&gt;a whole glass sheet fell on mel's toes when she was cleaning out the cupboard. (don't know how's she's gonna sexy back that on the 27th)&lt;br /&gt;rash's toes were injured major. i feel your pain yo&lt;br /&gt;an entire bottle of cocoa powder fell from sky high to ma toes&lt;br /&gt;eliza and marie's toes are bruised beyond all reason for reasons unknown to many.&lt;br /&gt;wah bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/610170/wah%20bun%20-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/320/86133/wah%20bun%20-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friendship circles are rather damaged right now. but i'm sure we willpull through it, right?&lt;br /&gt;wotever,&lt;br /&gt;lets all just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;fun fun funnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;today we had dinner at mrs tan's. it was aweesome.&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to see.&lt;br /&gt;robbed bob with bob, jet'aime, rash and andrea with that KICK ASS HARISTYLE! superrrrrr hot.&lt;br /&gt;i've got lots a pics for the first time so i shall upload.&lt;br /&gt;upload i shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/113668/MRS%20TAN%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/320/719745/MRS%20TAN%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/549433/MRS%20TAN%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/320/749390/MRS%20TAN%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/78702/MRS%20TAN%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/320/240706/MRS%20TAN%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i want you to do is be my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116681480024151415?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116681480024151415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116681480024151415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116681480024151415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116681480024151415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/12/brads-gone-forever-let-us-all-take.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116646076857256531</id><published>2006-12-18T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:52:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know it just keeeeeeeeeeps getting better and better every day. like one day its like this and the next day. whoa. you've jumped a whole new step.&lt;br /&gt;why not, we all just wear alien suits and move to mars eh? solves everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy holidays. uh-huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116646076857256531?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116646076857256531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116646076857256531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116646076857256531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116646076857256531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-it-just-keeeeeeeeeeps-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116606815385674689</id><published>2006-12-13T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:03:11.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about me : Sabrina.</title><content type='html'>About me: E name'z Sabrina.... still bloody 13.... study in NVSS.... 1st ting ya shud noe iz, i'm abit off e hook&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...(must research on fishing too eh? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so if ya can handle dat den itz fyne... i also do lotsa crazy stuff.... usually mie kuzins bare all e crap i throw&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...(who throws shit?)(ew?)(out of control pepek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; enjoy chatting wif mie kuzinz &amp; frenz... familie gurl ya noe....he he he&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...(he, who?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; alwayz hangin out wid dem... Tok too much, a pain in e ass most of e tym.... Love cracking jokes....&lt;strong&gt; even better iz laughing at jokes ppl make... rather dem make e effort 2 think den i laugh.... &lt;/strong&gt;LOVE chocolates.... tink those r god's greatest creation... &lt;strong&gt;did, am &amp;amp; will alwayz hate backstabbers cuz dere ain't no other jackasses lyk dem......&lt;/strong&gt; huge liking 4 bags... love buyin dozens of bags but i dun use dem... cud have mie own bag store here... tinkin of a present 4 mie??? GET MIE A BAG!!!! Best of all, i ain't as angelic as i luk.... &lt;strong&gt;E devil in major disguise....&lt;/strong&gt; Hehehehehe........ love spending tym wid mie bro'z &amp; sis.... Deir e best... Alwayz dere 4 mie!!!!! Love lookin' at......[figure it out urself]&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(pepek?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.... fav kooky pastym; [4 mie ta noe, you ta find out&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;](&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; wah, mysterious pepek)....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;weird huh&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..(NO.-deloris style.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Want to Meet: Any1'z okie.... Pessimistic &amp; sadistic ppl lyk me are alwayz welcome&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...(okaaaaaaaaay).&lt;/span&gt;nice ppl who dun backstab or bitch on mie&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...(bitch on?)&lt;/span&gt;Mess wif e best &amp;amp; u die lyk e rest&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.....(wah damn scared sia damn scared).&lt;/span&gt;Ppl who r either backstabbers, bitches, liars or penniless asshole'z aren't welcome..... pls dun waste ur tym... i ain't gonna bother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bolded stuff that are damnnn funnaye. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116606815385674689?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116606815385674689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116606815385674689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116606815385674689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116606815385674689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/12/about-me-sabrina.html' title='about me : Sabrina.'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116601323185514860</id><published>2006-12-13T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T04:58:30.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got off the phone with eliza and she said she couldnt wait say the words, 'i'm going to see you tomorrow' so aw right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 moreeeeeeeeeeeeee DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milking cow pepek should be coming home today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back home pops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116601323185514860?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116601323185514860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116601323185514860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116601323185514860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116601323185514860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-got-off-phone-with-eliza-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116592233036955986</id><published>2006-12-12T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T04:32:46.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS ARE A BORING SUBJECT NOW.</title><content type='html'>we've been dancing major for the anniversary and the dance is lookin' goo goo goooood.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS TO THE ARRIVAL OF THE HOMMIES. burn baby burnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think boys are shallow and are a very boring topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss pauline and ray and prema and fel and ally and and andnkjdsbnmn . dang i'm always missing someone huh. ratsapif seriously has to attain its goal of going on an outing where ALL are present,thank you very much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116592233036955986?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116592233036955986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116592233036955986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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NO LAH. i kid- priss.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them like a beaver misses a back rub. i mean, how many dams do you have to build before you get a decent back rub right? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was seriously a what-are-the-odds weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the penguins are pissing me of with their anniversary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hommies from ozzieland landing on thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDITH has YET TO TELL ME WHY SHE BLOODY HELL ISNT COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to fel(mokz) *ponders whether she should right this* (lsitt)-you still have to tell me what the date is today. hurr hurr. get it get it? i wanna know how it went with lee kuan yew the yew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo with pauline&lt;br /&gt;van- will you be online on monday?&lt;br /&gt;pauline-no, i'll be on a mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jared dass much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yo, the festive season has but arrived so get jiggy with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116583974638678548?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116583974638678548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116583974638678548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116583974638678548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116583974638678548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-wo-de-gawdddd.html' title='OH WO-DE GAWDDDD'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116481336432228071</id><published>2006-11-29T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:10:35.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;today i found out that construction worker guy's name is Tushar. i had to dance with him. which was very bad considering that a few days ago he saw me fake-puke to no one in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i also found out today that people become very free when they are not occupied with exam stress. point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha drea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;point? the point oh the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;jaime the song you played today was aweeesomme. talented much?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;today i realised also that i miss a lot of people. namely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-priss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-jaime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been hanging out with drea and ray quite a lot. and its been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i sorta realised that i really don't know what i'll do without them ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want this to end dudes, like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean jc, poly, whatever right? freak your mudder. we'll still be gur-reat pepeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116481336432228071?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116481336432228071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116481336432228071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116481336432228071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116481336432228071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-found-out-that-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116469988833177231</id><published>2006-11-27T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:01:31.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love it love it love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ADShvpwvF-0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ADShvpwvF-0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=eJrWEabijOo"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=eJrWEabijOo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8LpwiWfzfaM&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=8LpwiWfzfaM&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance prema/fel! DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slip party til' the dawn's gone with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116469988833177231?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116469988833177231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116469988833177231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116469988833177231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116469988833177231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-it-love-it-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116469929332446429</id><published>2006-11-27T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:50:16.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was fun-tabulous! hurrrrrrr. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PREMA! hope you enjoyed yourself. actually i KNOW you did. whole day come pepek as if its the only inginual ligament. ahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had loadsss a fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;although every guy i know thinks i've lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;but who cares right? not as the continual existance of the world depends on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, who needs guys when we're into immaculate conception right. er van? nuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i made a fool of myself in front of construction worker guy ( ' i think i'm going mad?' WHAT. WAS.I.THINKING).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever, he's just construction worker guy. if i did that in front of ct or something then, maybe that's somethin more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;nat gave me a looooong lecture, says i must like observe my surroudings or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;prema says i can't listen. now why would she say &lt;em&gt;that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let them in, get the lights&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let party begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From New York to Miami by ten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm ready to go High, every time that we hit up our spot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See everyone in line, and they payin a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Cept their payin for the night cuz the drinks are fixed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the music is free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116469929332446429?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116469929332446429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116469929332446429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116469929332446429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116469929332446429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-fun-tabulous-hurrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116446381104301807</id><published>2006-11-25T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T06:10:11.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaarrrrrggggggh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;annoying! pline where are you when i need you dawg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116446381104301807?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116446381104301807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116446381104301807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116446381104301807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116446381104301807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaaaarrrrrggggggh.html' title='aaaaaaarrrrrggggggh'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116438530345733354</id><published>2006-11-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:01:05.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time of wo-de life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i never had that much fun in such a lonnnnng time. THANKS PREMA, for unleashing the fun to life i failed to experience for the past 2 months. we danced and danced even more.&lt;br /&gt;now that o's are over, there really isnt much to do.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah. i'm going out almost everydayy yall. its never been soo funn. hohoohohoohojqhwdvjhasvdjh boom baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pauline, where'd you go? i miss you so. ee-yer i hate that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/315914/vansterrr%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/778428/vansterrr%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bunch of people i th0ught looked reeeeaaaaleh good at prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-jaime. whoa. transformation much? actually no, not really. she looked soo preeettaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-andrea. loved the do girl.&lt;br /&gt;-ray.( ")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-cheryl.helena of troy much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-robyn. scandalous ah someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-priss. one word. hot. (lsitt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-anne. 1st runner up to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everyone else looked great. no one was underdressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to add to the list of the really hot (not as hot as CT, but hey.) people in the previous post is that chinese guy from survivor. not the jun look alike from Lost, but the other one with the american accent. he's good shit. serious good shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh oh. this one. brad virata. haha. asian american all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/874998/ep3_brad_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/200/288739/ep3_brad_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/72377/ep2_brad_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/200/759608/ep2_brad_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/370840/ep2_brad_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/200/22462/ep2_brad_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/812577/ep8_brad_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/200/396833/ep8_brad_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/1600/530932/ep2_brad_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6724/1882/200/905289/ep2_brad_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ooh mann.the tribes have spoken.go screwyourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay, erm, whats with the shirt? repetitive much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colors - Kelley Green &lt;em&gt;(that explains it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scents - Lavender, vanilla, orange &lt;em&gt;(vanilla's good)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers - White phalaenopsis orchid &lt;em&gt;(not my type)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Board Games - Pictionary &lt;em&gt;(awww)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video Games - No favorite &lt;em&gt;(he must like crash nitro cart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports to Play - Beach volleyball &lt;em&gt;(hottttttt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports Teams - LA Lakers&lt;em&gt; (not my type)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outdoor Activities - Rollerblade, volleyball, hike &lt;em&gt;(rollerblading.yes.volleyball, no)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV Shows - Will &amp;amp; Grace, Project Runway, Queer Eye, American Idol &lt;em&gt;(queer eye?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies - The Shawshank Redemption, Finding Nemo, ChocolateActors - Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Christian Bale, Adrian Brody &lt;em&gt;(i only now half of these people)(i don't do names)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actresses - Charlize Theron, Meg Ryan, Lucy Liu, Drew Barrymore &lt;em&gt;(once again, half)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music - Mariah Carey, Kelly Clarkson, Madonna, 50 Cent, Bloc Party &lt;em&gt;(not into madonna)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magazines - Details, GQ, Men's Health, Angeleno, New York Times (&lt;em&gt;men's health?. no,not really)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books/Authors - No favorite &lt;em&gt;(he must hate meg cabot too)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cereals - No favorite &lt;em&gt;(blueberry morning lahhhh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruits - Pineapple, orange, blackberry &lt;em&gt;(mangooosteen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snack Foods - Soy chips, apple chips &lt;em&gt;(soy chips?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookies - White chocolate macadamia nut cookies &lt;em&gt;(yumooo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy Bars - Boule on La Cienega chocolate Z&lt;em&gt;(double yumooo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcoholic Drinks - Cristal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-Alcoholic - Fresca Pomegranate &lt;em&gt;(pomergranate? nuh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the statisics are in. we ARE meant for each other. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pucker up for heavens sake, theres never been so much at stake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116438530345733354?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116438530345733354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116438530345733354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116438530345733354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116438530345733354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-of-wo-de-life.html' title='time of wo-de life.'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116403515666878326</id><published>2006-11-20T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:09:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit. step up's damnnnn goood. shit shit shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;channing? ya. he's on fire. as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SHAT. SERIOUSLY. hottttttttttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: i know you're pissed but i really don't care ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116403515666878326?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116403515666878326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116403515666878326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116403515666878326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116403515666878326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116395060322788650</id><published>2006-11-19T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:49:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The point, oh the point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;fel how many boys you wannnnn. seriouslllllly. all so cliche sumore. all confessing their undying love for you and then regreting cos they remember that i'm your sister. heh. funny lah. anw, please tell berak he can go fly kite kay. cos as long as i'm around, there aint gonna be no smoochin around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sink the pink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116395060322788650?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116395060322788650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116395060322788650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116395060322788650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116395060322788650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/point-oh-point.html' title='The point, oh the point.'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116386937770429578</id><published>2006-11-18T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:07:01.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how the mighty have fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohhhmmyygoshhh. today, the 18 of november,was the day in which the paul sisters killed their first cockroach.a flying one at that. since the dude and the dudette aren't in the house anymore (or at least for a few days) we didnt have the dude around to pick up with roach by the feelers, wave it around our faces to boost his ego and then throw it in thebin when he was contented.&lt;br /&gt;so, we had to tackle that shit on our own. there was majoorrr screamin in our house. and if i do recall properly, i think i heard mel say,' we need to arm ourselves'. when we were walking into the room. and i heard myself saying, 'watch my back' to mel. like WHAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and fel was COMPLETELY useless. she was just screamin and screaming. argh. and then when mel saw the thing flying above my head, i ran to the toilet (where she was) and when she heard mel saying it was above my head, she pushed me out! mean much? now i know what she'll do when i'm in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, we still feel very accomplished. it was a flying one okay. and mel saw it flying towards her. like straight in her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today i learned that roaches fly with their body straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and not slanted cos of their weight (which is how i thought they flew) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okaaaaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mel saw the way it flew. aeroplane much. ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rock and roll aint noise poll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116386937770429578?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116386937770429578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116386937770429578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116386937770429578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116386937770429578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-how-mighty-have-fallen.html' title='oh how the mighty have fallen'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116383853007465707</id><published>2006-11-18T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:28:50.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;prema! THANKS A BILLION! reallllllleee appreciate it ! i love that ct is looking at meee(well, sorta) whoohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and don't be sad k! i have a feeling you'll be going for that party. and when i get this kinda feeling means it will happen. have faith my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mr vasantham will be there! whoooot.besides... your b'dae is like towarding. ya might wanna cheer up anytime noww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha we're gna have lotsa fun at the beach ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116383853007465707?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116383853007465707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116383853007465707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116383853007465707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116383853007465707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/prema-thanks-billion-reallllllleee.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116383698057514019</id><published>2006-11-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:16:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i asked jd&lt;br /&gt;v: are you free on friday?&lt;br /&gt;j: dunno. i'll be ona plane.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. don't know why i found that soo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the most disgusting, repulsive experience ever yesterday and i don't wanna ever experience it again. if you thought someone farting in your face was bad (not like a didnt experience that from fel) you don't know how it feels when someone farts on your butt. and you DON'T wanna know. damnnn sick lah. ohhmyygoshhh. yuck yuck yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/fart%20button.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/fart%20button.gif" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;er.sorry i think its lame. new one. from pauline.i'm getting annoyed with the coco krunch body parts thing. we got a toe. with a nail thats 17.5cm long. well actually its a measuring tape. like. er.okay.&lt;br /&gt;monday-watch with school fwen CHANNING TATUM!&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- prinxes prom day&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-my girlfwen b'dae. fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;thursday-go out with posted confirmandeds. i fink. (haha gerald)&lt;br /&gt;friday-go out with kin,think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we have to go out with the post confirs like after christmas cos like too pack le. like sardine.&lt;br /&gt;seriosuly la. okay after christmas it is then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shatt!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out with choir peeps too!&lt;br /&gt;justine, alex, ger ger (haha), rachhh (well, doh), popps, fel, sir cami and ben, daryl. it'll be that weird kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;like weird cos like nothing to say but fun cos. haha. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;so many things, so little time! (girl donchu go all mary-kate and ashley on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel just thought of a damnnn cool routine for sexy back! whoohoo. we're gna lloookkk damns cool mann.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for that either.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmzzxz what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHMYYGIOOSHHSJKS ozzie cousins much??!?! marie and eliza! hoooot. mega beyond description movie marathon 'till we tipsy'. hoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;judie's COMIN. HOTTTTTTTTTTTTT. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braces. (can wait for that)&lt;br /&gt;major spit fest for friends (bet yall can't wait for that right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activate family-orientated mode. i'm gonnna be spending truck loads of time (no, not small truck) with les and lee and get sick of them if i have too so it wouldnt be soo painful when i see them like leave. sobxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/sexy.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/sexy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them other boys don't know how ta act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll say, maybe we can find a new way. Or create another great cliche.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116383698057514019?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116383698057514019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116383698057514019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116383698057514019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116383698057514019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-asked-jd-v-are-you-free-on-friday-j.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116377957069158078</id><published>2006-11-17T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:07:49.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my back hurts sooooooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i had lots of fun today with pline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and we met prema and rach on the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;fun fun fun under the sun much ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;vivo is not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;just need more less weird sitting places. For starters, they should have more sitting areas. they can work on the weirdness some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;did yall spot the oxymoron? ahaha. game all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;damn bored lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish some lapricon (haha pris) would appear outta nowhere and start tap-dancing and singing for me in that i-just-sucked-a-lot-of-helium voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;siiighhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and since i'm oh so free/bored out of my socks, i shall write about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;THE WORST FIVE ADVERTS VIEWED BY VANESSA PAUL FROM CHANNEL FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1) pantene advert. okay 'unwritten' by natasha wasnt bad. its the whole mp3 thing. why can't the music just be playing, MUST she listen to her mp3? are they trying to promote it at the same time. not only that, whats WITH THE BROOM movements. not that brooms have a particular movement unless they are used for cleaning purposes, or er, used to mimic the purpose of am electric guitar by fel,(haha)(lsitt), she seriosuly looks like a whack. ps: you will only get this if you see the advert. p.s.s: you DON'T wanna see the advert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;2)nivea advert. okay ya. goodbye cellulite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;good thing. waving goodbye to air with half your butt exposed? nuh. and whats with the song? 'goodbye, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;goodbye..'&lt;/span&gt;it revolves around er. *counts fingers* one word. okay i can't believe i did the *counts fingers thing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;3)triumph advert. okay seriously. WHATS.WITH.THE.FOETUS.DANCE. GOT.TO.GO. they (in fact 'they' are the same person, are grabbing at make believe confetti. uh huh. keep dreamin girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;4) untitled advert. 'your heath is in the danger zone' advert. some lady will be typing something,and the next thing you know, she gets up with some siren on her back and then some booming voice says, 'your health is in the danger zone' and the next thing you know, her face is right there, and small green balls are flying into her mouth (which btw, is fixated at some position). WHAT is the world coming to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;5)goldheart advert. whats with looking at the ring andcrying? okay maybe she's overwelmed with all the good stuff that she has lah but her hubby looks like a pervert. and that he's only in her for sex. i mean, its written alllll over his face. 'lets skip this crying in the car thing and do it damnit' look closely. you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;borredd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my kin are watching peter pan return to neverland. mel's friend said that the only reason why peterpan preferred wendy to jane was because she had bigger boobs. puh. and the whole idea that peterpan has something for both wendy and jane is er. wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you know who's the real deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the human peter pan, i can't remember his name. oh ooh and&lt;br /&gt;channing tatum (wow i actually remember his name right. no,i didnt. pauline told me) oh ohhhhhhH! and that prison break guy. and hugh( pronounced hur (from diaphragm) (haha)(lsitt)) Jackman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay okay OHHMYYGOSHHH. i had a VERY funny conversation with ger lad earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(reproduced with permission. no, really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;eh im going for e&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;*err&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;party thing&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;where's it ah&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;err&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;am oh ass or something like that&lt;br /&gt;'oh YEH, peachy's got it!' says:&lt;br /&gt;MOS&lt;br /&gt;'oh YEH, peachy's got it!' says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;'oh YEH, peachy's got it!' says:&lt;br /&gt;AM OH ASS&lt;br /&gt;'oh YEH, peachy's got it!' says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry la&lt;br /&gt;GERALD says:&lt;br /&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAH. OHHHMYYGOOSHHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/wendy10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/wendy10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/jane.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really meh? don't see the diff le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116377957069158078?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116377957069158078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116377957069158078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116377957069158078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116377957069158078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-back-hurts-sooooooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116377048973199175</id><published>2006-11-17T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T05:42:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="314" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/haha.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bored with a capital C cos of my kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel like puttin my msn nick as "will somebody interesting PLEASE come online. no offence to those online'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116377048973199175?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116377048973199175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116377048973199175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116377048973199175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116377048973199175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored-with-capital-c-cos-of-my-kin.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116367896142967721</id><published>2006-11-16T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T05:24:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WHY DO THEY ALL HAVE TO BE TURKISH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;argh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was not so much of a productive one. didnt burn any fats or learn anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think that boys are a rare species (haha) with weird mannerisms. understatement much? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat wants to dye his hair white. like. er. okay. people actually can wait for that to happen, but noooo. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pauline finish exams already ah? so can lack one corner right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one corner only. brudder only. btw minah got LOTS of things to tell you tomorrow (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found the PERFECT song for my parents wedding anniversary. OHHMY YGOSSHHH seriously. i can't wait! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in my heart I can't contain it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The anthem won't explain it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116367896142967721?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116367896142967721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116367896142967721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/HAHAHA.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116361704812335530?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116361704812335530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116361704812335530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116361704812335530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116361704812335530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116361593055098841</id><published>2006-11-15T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:40:40.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/zzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="354" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/zzzzzzzz.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;true much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;today i learnt that 4 out of 3 people have trouble with fractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116361593055098841?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116361593055098841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116361593055098841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116361593055098841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116361593055098841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-much-today-i-learnt-that-4-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116361440251126908</id><published>2006-11-15T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:39:51.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Post 42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the term 'lame sorry its the truf' is gonna be used a lot in my life so i thought i'd abbreviate it. For your better understanding, it canl be used in a lame sentence as such 'lame sorry its the truf is gonna be used a lot in my life so i'll just abbreviate it to make your reading time shorter and my living time longer'. this is one of the instances where lame sorry its the truth can be used.(LSITT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a) shoes that from mondo. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for some weird reason, everytime i see a mondo shop, i picture the people in it doing the congo. er. LSITT. no really. i dunno why either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;b) a nice HOT (hot to me) top. its good shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when mel saw the shoes she said she didnt dig it. 'wasnt feeling it' to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when fel saw the shoes she said ' whats up wif tat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talk about kin rivalry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;c) a whollllle lotta fun. we really didnt do much today. just laugh. and laugh. and YET it was soooooooooooooooooooo fun! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d) air? LSITT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e)hey shaba shaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;f)) the noodle dance, the noodle dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;g) everyone do the noodle dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;h)shit its stuck in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i) curse the guy who came up with the noodle dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah yeah. so i bought 2 things only. but its a start right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. so i've got this new thing right, where i'll write WHATEVER and i mean, WHATEVER i learn during the day down. so i'll remember it, and so everyone else can learn from it. sheesh, i should rename this blog vangeographic-discovery-travelandliving.blogspot.com(lsitt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i learnt two things today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;a)millipedes eat and shit/pee through their mouth (courtesy of rachael)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;b) if you sit on a frying pan at 12.03am and yell hoochie mama, don't expect to have your fish burgers fried to feed your dying sister. Instead, do expect to have your father, with bloodshot eyes threatening to throw you out of the house and kick you 'like a ball' (if that is possible) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how do you. how the hell do you, kick someone LIKE a ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/z.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;some people are just so talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116361440251126908?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116361440251126908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116361440251126908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116361440251126908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116361440251126908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/post-42-term-lame-sorry-its-truf-is.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116360281143034600</id><published>2006-11-15T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:59:54.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;howdy, hi, hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;whats up wif titZ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;jux dropzxz BI tO DOnate SuMz PICxz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tis Post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Is DADYicaTed to MoIX BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFx1000000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;EnJoY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PIIIIISSSSSSST: i donch NOE HWZ to DO the cool thing PrEmA Canz do, so i do SimPUr ah Donch Mindx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/COOL@.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/COOL%40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/cutesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/cutesy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/ray"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/ray%27s%20glasses%20is%20hilarious..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/ratsy%20imprved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/ratsy%20imprved.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/Picture%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/Picture%20064.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what are you doing on my blog. i don't even KNOW you. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20005.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/100_1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/100_1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awwww i love these two sooooooooooo much. the dogs i mean. no no the dogs on the right. JUSTTTT KIDDING lah ray no need to open your eyes soo big.haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tribute to shaunna ):&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/con,dee,van%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/con%2Cdee%2Cvan%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er. Too TemPtEd LiOaz.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/jk;kml;lk"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/jk%3Bkml%3Blk%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/kl;lk;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/200/kl%3Blk%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the time on the clock, when we realized "It's so late!" And this walk that we share together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116360281143034600?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116360281143034600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116360281143034600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116360281143034600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116360281143034600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/howdy-hi-hello-whats-up-wif-titz-jux.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116347878805732301</id><published>2006-11-13T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:33:08.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g0XGKuC-ek"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g0XGKuC-ek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vD1_jd9bLvE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=vD1_jd9bLvE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhmyyygosshhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT.THE.HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the second one spells felicia allll over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116347878805732301?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116347878805732301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116347878805732301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116347878805732301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116347878805732301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-things.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116307152241843955</id><published>2006-11-09T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:25:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate fell short this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles fade in the summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;place your hand in mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll leave when i wanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116307152241843955?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116307152241843955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116307152241843955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116307152241843955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116307152241843955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/fate-fell-short-this-time-smiles-fade.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-116307112636904442</id><published>2006-11-09T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:18:46.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuck In A Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can throw at me&lt;br /&gt;That I haven't already heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to find&lt;br /&gt;A decent melody&lt;br /&gt;A song that I can sing&lt;br /&gt;In my own company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you were a fool&lt;br /&gt;But darling look at you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;Carry your own weight&lt;br /&gt;These tears are going nowhere baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And now you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;br /&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forsake&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;br /&gt;The nights you filled with fireworks&lt;br /&gt;They left you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still enchanted&lt;br /&gt;By the light you brought to me&lt;br /&gt;I listen through your ears&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a fool&lt;br /&gt;To worry like you do&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tough&lt;br /&gt;And you can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Of what you don't really need now&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, look at you now&lt;br /&gt;You've got yourself stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unconscious, half asleep&lt;br /&gt;The water is warm 'til you discover how deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down to nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;br /&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if our way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along the stony pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if your way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along this stony pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment&lt;br /&gt;This time will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-116307112636904442?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/116307112636904442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=116307112636904442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116307112636904442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/116307112636904442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuck-in-moment-im-not-afraid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115919173285688289</id><published>2006-09-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:49:58.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;ahaha dressing slovently and forcing foreigners to take photos with them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;today many funny things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but the best was after mass on our way home (me and mel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay so there was this typs cheena guy, no offfence, who was playing with his kid daughter hide and seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and then, while we were walking (alliteration much?) past them, since it was a long stretch of a pathway, we could like see a lot happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay and then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;the dad right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;went to hide in some weird converging pillar, a likely place for priss to be found (haha), the best part was, he was wearing some brightly coloured shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/haw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/haw.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;HOGAY. anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;his daughter was RIGHT THERE, in front of him, but he couldnt boo her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;nooo... he had to wait for just before she turned in his direction to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;HAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;HAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;what happened to the traditional boo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;'and it wasnt JUST ANY HAW. it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;butt-squeezing-diaphragm-tightening HAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;like you know how the karate people always do the HEE (hit some plank) HAW (hit something else). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;that king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but no, it doesnt stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;at the same time he did his ass-squeezing HAW, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;mister the-word-boo-is-but-a-old-book-in-the-corner-of-my-karate-closet, did a magnificent thrust of his hands in front and his butt behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;imagine the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and his poor kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;yelped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;like you know how like people have an unintentional spasm when they are shocked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;yelped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and she not only yelped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;she yelped to the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;as in she like erm. spasmed all the way to the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and at that point of time, i just HAD to be eating ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;so in other words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;SNOWING EH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHA. ohhmyyygooshhhh. i can't believe i just wrote a whollle post about a guy who thought HAW was the latest rad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115919173285688289?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919173285688289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115919173285688289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115919173285688289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115919173285688289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahaha-dressing-slovently-and-forcing.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115910254857706618</id><published>2006-09-24T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T05:57:09.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;pretty ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;in fact, stugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;yup. that's how i'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/pretty%20ugly..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/pretty%20ugly..jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115910254857706618?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115910254857706618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115910254857706618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115910254857706618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115910254857706618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115910076852059855</id><published>2006-09-24T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:49:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;feast day was quite boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i felt sad for dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;whats worse then having one ex boy friend with HIS gf at a dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;your OTHER ex boydfriend at the dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and andrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;she had to leave when we actually started dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and the dancing wasnt all that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;in fact, it was quite boring too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;so all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;booooriinnnnnggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and then everyone wasnt like in a good mood so ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm looking forward to next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;if there is any feast day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115910076852059855?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115910076852059855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115910076852059855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115910076852059855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115910076852059855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/feast-day-was-quite-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115894051051344438</id><published>2006-09-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T04:13:35.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i finally found a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not the best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it'll work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still havent grasped the whole idea of not having to dress so formally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean. it IS a dinner. and the dress code IS formal. and its not as if we have the opportunity to dress as such any other time. so wack it right? noooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i felt stugly today. only once. and only for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahah i'm not affected anyway! cos it was a stupid stugly feeling. it didnt make sense the whole thing was stupid. so actually it wasnt counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i heard something very shocking today after mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;the day matthew and i have a face off,&lt;br /&gt;is the DAY matthew and i have a face off.&lt;br /&gt;gerrit gerrit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am EXTREMLY AFFECTED by the fact that meg cabot ended 'all american girl' by telling hundreds of inspired readers all over the world that samantha actually did it with her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, at the end of the book, all i learnt was that you will only be able to learn how to draw and add the background in life lessons for art only if you DO IT and have the oppotunity to view the inguinal ligaments of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the best part was, she TOTALLY educated thousands of readers how to PRACTICE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm soo upset lah. i'm never reading another meg cabot book again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;these were the LASTT sentences in that book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Very good, sam,' she said, about my drawing. 'You're really learning'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes, i said, in some suprise. ' i guess i really am'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whhatt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;doing IT makes you learn how to draw? she's figgin 166666666. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh right. now i get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thus the title,'all american girl'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bee tee double you, why is IT referred to IT again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what IS so good about IT to have earned that title?? seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;did it, have sex, whats the diffy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IT being succchhh a general term is said like soo many times. and whenever its said, certain boys never fail to find it funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and certain boys always love to think that they are entertaining they certain friends during certain YISSs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i pity nike and chuppa chups major lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if they change their slogan it means like they are just agreeing and indirectly announcing to the world that their slogans DO have a double meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;slogans like that were SO normal in the past and now?? haiiyooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what is becoming of the world man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115894051051344438?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115894051051344438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115894051051344438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115894051051344438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115894051051344438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-finally-found-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115884988006821937</id><published>2006-09-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:44:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i NEVER thought i would be that angry ever in school. its only at home that i'm like that. THAT really sucked. i felt stugly again. i felt stugly yesterday, and i'm feeling stugly right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and its that whole after you blow your top then you regret feeling which sucks even more. whats worse, i have a physics paper due and a lit test. i can't POSSIBLY be doing any worse for lit, my ex-forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:**^^@##---"&gt;LiFe"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**^^@##---&gt;LiFe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 5UcKs&lt;----##@^^**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;no realllllllllly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate school right now. i hate it a lot a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;today vanessa paul saw the true colours of some of her friends, and she's sad ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115884988006821937?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115884988006821937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115884988006821937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115884988006821937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115884988006821937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-never-thought-i-would-be-that-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115876884832273768</id><published>2006-09-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:14:08.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;sumtums life doesnt go de way you espedit to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;tat's why you much be abur to know what you need and what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;you must graps what you need and what you don't need, you must flig git away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;only ten(not nine) will you prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;tink about tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;today was fun fun fun under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;although like one time (today) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was soo annoyed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was sooo annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;no really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but all goods things come to an end right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the day had to end in such a jkgdajhgadsfjhgd way when my 10 bucks just nicely WALKED away from me. oh but mom gave me another 10 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the penguins can be sweet when they're not so iced up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm soooo annoyed with myself cos i KEEP doing STUPID stuff like this ALL the time and then i'll tell myself not to worry about it cos its just money and that i should learn from my mistake and not DWELL on it, BUT, it happens again and AGAIN. how the HELLJBKFJKHG am i not supposed to dwell on it THENNNNNNNNN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;aahhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ohhhhhwhateverrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;prema+pauline= smiles onmy face for eber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i lubx them lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;cheryl+rash+priss+robyn+andrea+jaime= happiness for eber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm grateful for wo de fwenz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay that's really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm going to shop with penguin m for dress slash blouse and skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i suddenly don't feel like dressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;o level waves are taking over me more frequently than ever. i swear once this is over.....!lhbdkgadskljgblkds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;aint no doubt about tit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and i think the niners hate me but i don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;know how i had this problem about how i cared so muchhh about what people thought about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;its diminishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;whoohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i really didnt care what the niners were saying about me today when they heard that my reaction to jame's do was ,' whats with the hair'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha really lah i know i'm not a bitch, well not all the time, so i don't care what they think about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm only become bitched when i'm around porno-crazed boys. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yuccckkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and i'm starting to get VERY annoyed with boys and their mannerisms. i can't wait for them to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;which means i'll start dating when i'm 35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115876884832273768?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115876884832273768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115876884832273768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115876884832273768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115876884832273768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sumtums-life-doesnt-go-de-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115831533425616696</id><published>2006-09-15T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:33:54.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILAAARIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today, was a pretty much hilarious day. i laughed and laughed even more. i'm gna missss prisss when she leaves next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no more dissappearing and converging unknowingly. siigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha the skit was soooooooooooo enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ramona was such a natural gangster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the whole plastic sticking to the face of one of the actors in 4c was EVEN funnier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;' sniiifffffff glue sniffing! is i owasz wanted to tryit!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;funny stuff lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i missed novena yesterday. i wanted to go soo bad but like i slept at 6.30 and woke up at 9.15. whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i stayed up to file maths file and why am i telling you this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BORRINNNG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rename my blog, 'the boring life of vanessa paul, come be boring with me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115831533425616696?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115831533425616696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115831533425616696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115831533425616696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115831533425616696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hilaaarious.html' title='HILAAARIOUS'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115815224885474702</id><published>2006-09-13T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:18:03.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;tykdsxebllho8ttrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was.. pirdy productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was DYINNGGG for the tamil paper to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohhmyyygosshhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but during the paper though, many funny things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for some weird reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this hitler looking guy (some new teacher) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;here is a graphic image that will assist you in your understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but before that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i found out something i think a loong time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it only like started to take effect a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at first i was very annoyed cos i had a name like vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean like, common much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the best part is, it rhymes with the names of my kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was also annoyed cos it came from a very BERY free poet. ( haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THEENNNNN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i found out that my mom was this close ----&gt; &lt;---- in naming me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;salome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SALLLOOMMEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;and now, i'm very grateful for that BERY free poet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/hitler.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so as mister nazi was towarding me, i was getting kinda annoyed already cos i thought he was going to ask me my class and index number with a suprisingly indian accent YET AGAIN. ( cos you would have figured that i guy that looked like that was probably more on the firm/scary voice type. but nooooo. 'vat's yourr clas?' ' yendex number?' okay van. stop making fun of your own race damnit.) okay ANYWAY. he came over to my table. and you know how they give out strings like during the test right. he put it. on. my. HAND. i mean like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i KNOW my table was crowded and all cosof the crushed paper and like pencil box and pens and ll alll over the place. but put it on my HAND???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/string.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/string.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it might not BE as funny here but like the way he did it. he was soo slow to put it on my hand like as it there was a battle going on in his head on where to put it you know. and then, after MAJOR brain pain, he settled for my hand and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;today we did some of the video and skit thing but then like everyone left soo early after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;suddenly everyone dissappeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;only priss was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and jaime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and then, when it was time to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;priss dissappeared (whats new) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and like, i felt so sad cos her bag was just there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but we waited for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;then we didnt see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;SORRY PRISS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;oh man. i also just found out that we only have ONE minute for the video. i mean. WHATTT can you do in a minute man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bapalapashapalabadingdong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh and here's some thing fel did with photoshop to make me look exTAREMELY EMO. hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : priss i feel real bad for leaving your bad there to rot.&lt;br /&gt;plz 4gv moix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115815224885474702?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815224885474702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115815224885474702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115815224885474702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115815224885474702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/tykdsxebllho8ttrs-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115805553830370676</id><published>2006-09-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:07:03.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;hey jaime and rachael. sorry if i was mean today. i know you both had high marks for like lit. and like.i was damn annoyed. cos i did study for lit. and like. i got 51. 55551111?!??!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!??!?!?!??!!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;OHHHMYYGOOOSSSHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and to think lit was one of my strong subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;DON'T EVEN TALK ABOUT MATHS. AND SCIENCE?!?!?!?omg omg omg omg omg omg omg. five weeks five weeks five weeks five weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;seriously lah. i don't think i'll be going anywhere for the first three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;don't think? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i'm sucha losssseerrrr man. whatever lah okay just let me drown in my life-sucks-everyone's-out-to-get-me mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;nothing's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;nothing's in color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and then as if we have all the time in the world, we have to do some stupid video clip of our class and like a skit. BY friday. i'm reallllly not interested in the skit lah.&lt;br /&gt;I"M NOT INTERESTED IN ANYTHING ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;i got everything like a BLOW lah today.&lt;br /&gt;paper after paper.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am dead my dearest&lt;br /&gt;Sing no sad song for me&lt;br /&gt;plant thou no roses at my head&lt;br /&gt;nor shady cypress tree&lt;br /&gt;Be the green grass above me&lt;br /&gt;With showers and dew drops wet&lt;br /&gt;and if thou wilt, remember&lt;br /&gt;and if thou wilt, forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY BERY EMO post.&lt;br /&gt;but then again. what IS emo huh??&lt;br /&gt;i'll save that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my sisters were to read this&lt;br /&gt;they'd be like.&lt;br /&gt;what? (andrea style)&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: jaime. your go 4h go cheer was hila-rious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/mk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;who's da meerkat? who's da meerkat? oo i know i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115805553830370676?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115805553830370676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115805553830370676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115805553830370676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115805553830370676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-jaime-and-rachael.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115798547725355645</id><published>2006-09-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:37:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Michael Jackson Found Not Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson has been found not guilty of all charges he faced in his child molestation trial.&lt;br /&gt;In all Jackson faced 10 charges. He was charged with molesting the 13-year-old cancer survivor in 2003, plying him with wine and conspiring to hold the boy and his family captive.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's accuser appeared in a documentary called Living with Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;It was in that documentary that Jackson said that he often took children into his bed with him, claiming it to be non-sexual.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict was delivered via an audio feed. The Judge allowed the feed, even though he had not allowed cameras in the courtroom.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict comes after fourteen weeks of testimony. The jury made up of 8 women and 4 men came to its decision in its seventh day of deliberations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;did they put THIS on the tabloids? NOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they'll save it for the fine print. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARRRGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ IT. LEARN IT. LIVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and WHO CARES about what he did to his face?! its HIS face. let the dude do what shit he wants to it. he's talented. he can sing. he can dance. leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/mj%20child.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/400/mj%20child.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/mj%20child.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115798547725355645?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115798547725355645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115798547725355645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115798547725355645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115798547725355645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/michael-jackson-found-not-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115746889845199005</id><published>2006-09-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:18:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohhhhhhmyyygosssssssshhhhhhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i can't beeeeeelieve i took one whooollleee day to clean my study table. but it wasnt as if i was lying on the job or anything. There was soo much to clean! i'm like throwing a whole bag which is half as tall as me which is fillled with papers awayyyy. like dude. talk about wasting paper much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its a recycling thing though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so that's it. one whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;day &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;dedicated to cleanin my study table when other people are like having six hours of tution! haha. i feel sooo guilty. its like tuesday and i havent realy studied yet. and tomorrow. the whole DAY will be gone. but at least i'm looking forward to it &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i missssss jaime alraaady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oatmeal all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/oatmeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/oatmeal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;er.jaime.ya.hi.whatsup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;do not. ask me. if III get mYYY jokes okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;thank you. hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;your drifting like a log at sea. and i'm still at shore ))))))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115746889845199005?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746889845199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115746889845199005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115746889845199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115746889845199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohhhhhhmyyygosssssssshhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115737953134032354</id><published>2006-09-04T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:18:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pris sent me this and i thought it was HILARIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks pris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Things I Hate About Everyone&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;its mean lah. but sort of true right? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115737953134032354?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115737953134032354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115737953134032354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115737953134032354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115737953134032354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pris-sent-me-this-and-i-thought-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115735708977344217</id><published>2006-09-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:26:19.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;snatch word is fun. In fact, its VERY fun. we were laughing soo hard just playing. all the silly words fel and mom made up. btw yall is there such a word as jute? JUTE. like seriously. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then there was this one time where there were like three letters left for us to snatch and make a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the letters were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;F A and Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fel was like. (without thinking) or with. i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fa-Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i think you can guess what happened next. she almost got a slap from mom. HAHAHA. it was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm going for mass with ray to book the feast day tickets ! i have nooo idea what to wear. but thats the least of my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clean-up-my-life day which was today was not soo sucessful. i SO have to finich everything after mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;CU CU CA CHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;whats.with.the bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115735708977344217?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115735708977344217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/ironic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/ironic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction- its ironic. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115730190795338581?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115730190795338581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115730190795338581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;No one can lift the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it when you read to me&lt;br /&gt;And youYou can read me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love has music in it&lt;br /&gt;In fact that's where music comes from&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is just transcendental&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is just really dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it when you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;And youYou can sing me anything&lt;br /&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;And written very long ago&lt;br /&gt;It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes&lt;br /&gt;And things we're all too young to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;And I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;And I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115730007291646502?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115730007291646502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115730007291646502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115730007291646502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115730007291646502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ooh-ooh-another-one.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115729951755008549</id><published>2006-09-03T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:05:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hi ho the cherry ohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i LURVVVEE this song le wor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;High Hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're found, with your chin on the ground&lt;br /&gt;There a lot to be learned, so look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what makes that little old ant&lt;br /&gt;Think he'll move that rubber tree plant&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows an ant,can't&lt;br /&gt;Move a rubber tree plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes&lt;br /&gt;He's got high apple pie, in the sky hopes&lt;br /&gt;So any time you're gettin' low'stead of lettin' go&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that ant&lt;br /&gt;Oops there goes another rubber tree plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles call, and your back's to the wall&lt;br /&gt;There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a silly old ram&lt;br /&gt;Thought he'd punch a hole in a dam&lt;br /&gt;No one could make that ram, scram&lt;br /&gt;He kept buttin' that dam'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes&lt;br /&gt;He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes&lt;br /&gt;So any time you're feelin' bad'stead of feelin' sad&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that ram&lt;br /&gt;Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All problems just a toy balloon&lt;br /&gt;They'll be bursted soon&lt;br /&gt;They're just bound to go pop&lt;br /&gt;Oops there goes another problem kerplop&lt;br /&gt;Oops, there goes another problem kerplop&lt;br /&gt;Oops, there goes another problem kerplopKerplop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115729951755008549?l=vans-.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-19087842.post-115708386737243925</id><published>2006-08-31T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:17:09.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the singing was finnnnnnne. although i couldn't hear myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have an annoucement to make everyone&lt;br /&gt;FEL HAS WEBBED FEET. its disgusting.Well her toes are quite normal until she starts to seperate them. She can like seperate them like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;allll theee wayyyy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/Picture%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/Picture%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YUCKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lets see that again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/Picture%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/Picture%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YUCCCCCCCCCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCCCCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCCCCCCCCCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCCCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115708386737243925?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115708386737243925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115708386737243925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which means us singing tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which means i'm singing tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which means i'm gonna let the whole school know what i really sound like tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which means.ok right. i got nothin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what the school would probably think of me when they hear me sing tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sheesh put that stork/hippo(if they do make sound) out of her misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*whats. with. the. song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*earplugs anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sec ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wah she sing like what like tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*even pikachu can sing better le wor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yay later can play spiderweb with hong siew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm beginning to think this is a bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything's suddenly becomin very last minute and all. not the singing though. we started like early and all but the mikes are really screwed and the planning is sooo badddddddddd. like the timing and all is like. whoa. i'm really scared. i have to hit like major high notes. this is like the lAST time i'm ever gonna be on that stage. i mean, i SHOULD make it good right. gee no pressure man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things are usual again. but i hope she remains this nice for ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't WAITTTTTTTTT to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ray hurry please caaallllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115693862865442032?l=vans-.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-19087842.post-115675870069046268</id><published>2006-08-28T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:51:40.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/squidward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/squidward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does THIS look serious to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115675870069046268?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115675870069046268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahaha i'm super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/bb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/320/bb.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6724/1882/1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahahaha. lame lah. sorry for all the lame jokes today juzzzzzz, i've been like that all day lah. i'm just hungry. sure van, blame it on the food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today i went to rob's house to do the teacher's day thing, and it ACTUALLY turned out quite good. but JULIE was being a pain . haha no lah she'svee funnyand annoying at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey hey guess who called today? never heard from him for what 2 months and he suddenly calls. PAULINE YOU ARE A GENUIS. i took your advice about the whole play hard to get him. and like . i took DAMN long to reply him and like i didnt reply his last msg and GUESS WHAT YALL. he gave me TWO missed calls and called me at 9.23 for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he told me he celebrated his b'dae with his friends in a VEGETABLE FARM. seriously. ahaha and they were like eating vegetables and everything for like lunch and stuff. i mean. WHO goes to a vegetable farm on thir birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahhahahah he does. ok in normal conditions, i would have been able to give a sarcastic comment about him celebrating his b'dae in a veggie farm. but these arent norm conditions. ( AEOP much) haha i'm loosing it. i'm loosing my van-ness. i'm becoming all lame and like wrinkled. ok maybe not wrinkled. but you know what i mean. or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't feel like talking it out or anything. i'll do it tom. or teh day after. or the next day. or the next day.or the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll just go try sleep off the fact that my father intended to punch me today in front of everyone. everyday happenings in vanessa's life. ya know, the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: and the next day...and the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the next day and the next day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s.s.s.s: just kidding. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sheesh van you really gotta get some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115669258465839796?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115669258465839796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115669258465839796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115669258465839796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115669258465839796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahahahaha-im-super-man.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115657135827825266</id><published>2006-08-25T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T03:48:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm suuuuuuuuper board today.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go for the poetry thing today but alarm didnt go off cos my batt died mid-night :( oh welll. tomorrow is sunday already!! whooohoooo. can't wait. but i have to leave church earlier for the teacher's day rehersal. annoying much?&lt;br /&gt;we're singing The prayer. its sooooooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;heyyyy wait a minute.....i think. if my memory serves me right. its the 26 righhhhhht.&lt;br /&gt;someone'e birthday is in two days.....but who cares again? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115657135827825266?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115657135827825266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115657135827825266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115657135827825266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115657135827825266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-suuuuuuuuper-board-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115650178006629638</id><published>2006-08-25T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:29:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHHMYYYYGOOOSHHH. this is the FUNNIEST video EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115650178006629638?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115650178006629638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115650178006629638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115650178006629638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115650178006629638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ohhmyyyygoooshhh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115640135666964701</id><published>2006-08-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:35:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three little birds, sat on my window.&lt;br /&gt; And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt; The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely, Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, (just relax, just relax)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you, Gotta love that afro hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake&lt;br /&gt;Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer.&lt;br /&gt; Do what you want to. Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt; You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself&lt;br /&gt;somewhere, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115640135666964701?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115640135666964701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115640135666964701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115640135666964701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115640135666964701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-little-birds-sat-on-my-window.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115636197647701424</id><published>2006-08-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:39:36.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a realllly baaddddd ulcer in my mouth. its soo bad i can't brush my teeth or eat.&lt;br /&gt;its like 3.31 now. i'm trying to get lit poems in my head. haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;one more day yall.&lt;br /&gt;this was the LONGEST exam ever. i can't wait to get it over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115636197647701424?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115636197647701424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115636197647701424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115636197647701424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115636197647701424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-realllly-baaddddd-ulcer-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115633418556382851</id><published>2006-08-23T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:56:25.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe the what i used to be thing was actually meant for me. not in terms of how she looks though. duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115633418556382851?l=vans-.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-19087842.post-115615303838696329</id><published>2006-08-21T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:37:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one last thing. b4 i start mugging for geog. haha&lt;br /&gt;whats with 'what i used to be'. huh? if only i could get rif of that, this skin would be soo cool much.haha. i have never been that pretty or WILL ever be. that pretty. nope nope. not wallowing in self pity. just stating facts.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115615303838696329?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115615303838696329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>OMG. i can''t believe my last post like at the bottom of the page was about me killing fel. i will never ever want to loose my sisters cos they and pline are the closest thing to me right now. if there's anything. i know they'll always be there (:&lt;br /&gt;and with cool friends like priss and alex, who could go wrong. although i havent heard from alex in a long time and although live miles apart (well not really) i know i can still depend on her. if depending means running to her house at 9 pm to study math (: haha no lah. anyway alex, whats this i hear from fel? regarding a certain &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;squirral? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115615234393056324?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115615234393056324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115615234393056324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115615234393056324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115615234393056324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-115614101290642782</id><published>2006-08-20T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:20:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn,</title><content type='html'>hi. its been how long? very long. much has happened. much much. thanks priss (: i sorta like my life now. i mean i think i will like it after this friday. the last day of prelims. WHOOHOO. then i can resume to living the same routine again and then after o's. oh man, after o's. i start living again. haha&lt;br /&gt;ok since im so bored, i shall publish a very funny survey i came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;hi. how are you.________________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that' s good. do you know me? _____________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do you eat french butter on the third of weds? ______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever been or are now currently a fish? ______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you yolanda's mom? _______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you aren't, how come? ________________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come we don't even talk no more? ____________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have you ever sat on a frying pan and yelled hoochie mama? ______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whats my name? _________________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you like orlando bloom?_______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you don't. may you die a horrible painful death. _______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whats your favourite way to die? __________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;broomstick? ______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;which of your friend is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;funny__________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not funny_________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cheese puff_________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Have you ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;been called a tree? ____________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taken a shoe and melted it with cheese?______________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been a cheese puff?__________&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Do the chicks no the name of your band? ___________&lt;br /&gt;17. does everyone in the club get tipsy?____________&lt;br /&gt;18. how much_______________&lt;br /&gt;19. isnt this fun?____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. can u say hkjshsjkfndgjnfdbhgofbnuitrhnrb?___________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. i love you,do u love me?__________&lt;br /&gt;22. aww thanks. _________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. are you the toliet fairy?_____________&lt;br /&gt;24. have you ever seen santa?____________&lt;br /&gt;25. whats ur imaginary friends name?__________&lt;br /&gt;26. whos yo daddy?___________&lt;br /&gt;27. fav. website?___________&lt;br /&gt;28. have you ever lost your butt due to a chalk accident?_____________&lt;br /&gt;29. what colors your pastery?_____________&lt;br /&gt;30. mine to!____________&lt;br /&gt;31. are u a goth?_____________&lt;br /&gt;32. prep?________________&lt;br /&gt;34. if your a prep ill find you and shoot you____________&lt;br /&gt;35. what about punk?___________&lt;br /&gt;36. are u dolly the sheep?________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. are you the old woman who lived in a shoe?________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. do u have a grape? __________&lt;br /&gt;39. can i have a penny? _____________&lt;br /&gt;40. can i keep you as a pet and name you harryled? ____________&lt;br /&gt;41. why not?_________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Ok fine, how about babalabashabalabadingdong?____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. are you trying to pronounce that?_______________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. yes you are._________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. do u live online?_________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. i see. am i sexy? _________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. are you sexy? __________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. ok see you. _________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. i'll miss you. will you miss me?________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. gee f*** you too (: _______________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-115614101290642782?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115614101290642782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=115614101290642782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115614101290642782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/115614101290642782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn.html' title='damn,'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-114743951135098472</id><published>2006-05-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:11:51.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rama said, ' you fail tamil eh-gain.' along with7823648794 other insults about how i'm cheating everyone and how i kill tamil when i speak tamil. BELIVE ME i have absolutely NO IDEA why he keeps saying i'm cheating everyone. haha. weird little man. oh well. i guess i have to use his insults to better myself and work harder for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT. that will never happen. i can't do tamil. i really can't. i'll need a miracle at this rate. 17 more days to go what the HELL am i going to do. maybe its a punishment. OMG YA. i mean. come to think about i got really bad in tamil and started deproving reallll bad when i started insulting tamil pictures and indian construction man. i mean, you can't blame me right. movies with a story-line about love-dance-fight-dance-happy ending-dance are not critic-free. in fact, they are ANYTHING but crictic free.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't like my race lah. i wish i was eurasian or something.&lt;br /&gt;mohan papa is talking to the penguins about da da vinchi code. like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now its getting ugly.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;shit now THAT'S what you call an argument.&lt;br /&gt;damn i gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-114743951135098472?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114743951135098472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=114743951135098472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/114743951135098472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/114743951135098472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/05/rama-said-you-fail-tamil-eh-gain.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-114502156109331419</id><published>2006-04-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:32:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been how long?</title><content type='html'>897423894709283470981273498172489172428374 129837456-`14709 agdnoe9834089324 years. &lt;br /&gt;ok i don't think i will be blogging to much this year. i have less than fifty days to my o levels and i have hardly ebough time to breathe. Just a little update, for some sad, unfortunate reason, i still like him. WHY. WHYYYYYYY OHHHH WHYYYY. i think i know why. its simply because i know too little guys THAT'S WHY! AH HAR! oh well i have the rest of my life to know more guys so who cares?what if. i never find the right guy and never end up getting married and never end up having any grandchildren or or die a spinster or... ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha that won't happen...would it.&lt;br /&gt;OKOK enough of guys.. MOVING on&lt;br /&gt;ohhh my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;they are as big as balls.and red as...as...that cusion over there. it looks like my eyes are cleeding. i don't know WHY my eyes always have to have a friggin problem all the time. its infected with conjuctivitis. said mister doctor. like speak english dude. and now it just HAS to be easter so i'm like going to church practically everyday day and everyone's seeing me and giving me names like dracula. AHEM. hahahahaha but alex is being real nice about it. i feel like i'm loosing my friends and all and everyone is paranoid about getting that infection cos its contagious. i spread it to fel a,ready so yeah....beWARE. haha rightooo. i havent gone to school fro FOUR FREAKING DAYS ALready! i'm soo scared for o's. i'm really gonna start working hard. i better. or i'll get 45 points.whoopee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-114502156109331419?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114502156109331419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=114502156109331419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/114502156109331419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/114502156109331419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-how-long.html' title='Its been how long?'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-113733531211297008</id><published>2006-01-15T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T06:28:32.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>annoying much.&lt;br /&gt;today wasnt exactly the best sunday ever. its didnt start too well and its not ending well either.&lt;br /&gt;if i was being all attitutish today, please don't take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;its an unexplainable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i pissed any one of you off today ):&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean too. there's some things that will never change and i'm just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very difficult to be the vice-captain of your house and have extremely competitive houses to fight when the vice captains of one of them lives under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded this new cheers from a sire for my house and taught it to them. the next thing i know, our friend is nicely reading it out in front of me and i'm like. dude, i alr took thet. you can't take the sma echeers and she's like, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the penguins are the only people in the world who will pull a nerve in me that no body else can. yeah yeah they are our parents and all butt sometimes they are just soo unreasonable to the point of 23uygujvdfkjwverdfjsdhluhfalskhflksdhflkasdfjshgfouysgfweybt87340yKJVAVFKHViugjhfbjshbf.&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;i have a very bad feeling that dad took my charger and is hiding it from me just cos i was talking to rash late last night. I COULDNT SLEEP AND THEY FORCED ME TO. HGVDIFHGW IRY!&lt;br /&gt;NOW my batt is like friggin dead. and i can't receive and msges or calls. from morning. and i can't charge it!&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyy ohhhhh whyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-113733531211297008?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113733531211297008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=113733531211297008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113733531211297008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113733531211297008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/annoying-much.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-113689668882486051</id><published>2006-01-10T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:38:08.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to rays house  today!&lt;br /&gt;haha we played x box.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it would NEVER be fun os i thought it was a guys kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;and like.&lt;br /&gt;IT WASNT.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was ohhh sooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;robyn and jaime and andrea were there too. plus her pesky brother and handsome keith(:&lt;br /&gt;haha OK THEN! i started liking it soo much! and i beat robyn and andrea. but then after a while i got lousy again. and we created cool sayings while playing it like.&lt;br /&gt;'wasap? ROBEH.' or. "wasap. raceh.' you have to hear it lah then it'll be damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ok then after that i went for mass! and i was supposed to do both commentating and readin, but i asked uncle jusa to do the commentating intsead. and THANK GOD. cos augie and ally came for mass. the last time they came, my voice screwed up like shit. and now i bet augie knows that i can't singfor nuts. i hate guys like augie you know. they can't even say hi. they can't even talk to you without you starting the conversation. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GUYS LIKE cabbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after mass, i went to alex's house. she was looking so nice today at church. wasted someone didnt come huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hsahaha&lt;br /&gt;i went to her new house! it was sooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooo oooooo oooooooooooooooooo ooooo ooo o o oo o  oo o o oo o oo  nice. i wished i lived with her.,&lt;br /&gt;i love her room!&lt;br /&gt;she gave me this varnish thing to put on my nails. to keep me from biting them. i wish i got them long ago. when i bite, i taste this bitter thing ans its like damn gross so i don't bite. hahaha right. i can still feel it now.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALEX(:&lt;br /&gt;you're soo easy to talk to i can talk to you abourit anything!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;damn i miss you alr.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be going for mass tml.,&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;on thursday we are going to have this groomin course thing. they're bringing us to some restaurant to fine dine. hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;riight.&lt;br /&gt;and we have to come to school in our office clothes.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;coolness to the max.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;on the way back from church today i was singing soo loudly from the lift to my house and when i reached my door step i see uncle mike sitting inside my house smiling.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO EMBARRASING&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-113689668882486051?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113689668882486051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=113689668882486051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113689668882486051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113689668882486051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-to-rays-house-today-haha-we.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-113249896183266155</id><published>2005-11-20T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T07:02:41.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok&lt;br /&gt;things arent going so bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the presentation's tml&lt;br /&gt;and like&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO GO HUNTING FOR THE COURT SHOES(or whatever) LIKE a few seconds ago. hahaha lynn is soo nice. i mean, who wakes upp at like 6.45 for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting damn pissed of cos she's not replying my msgs or my msn talks. ARGH/&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. maybe she's stressed or just pissed of me lah for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;today at uncle george's b'dae,lex,angie,vick,mel,fel and i same 'if we hold on'. it was damnnnn nice, lex is a damn good guitar player(: haha&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to daidy aunty's house for the death annicersary thing and like today i had to go for anothejr death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;cabbage says my family's damn unlucky; like whatever haha&lt;br /&gt;uncle loui dies only a year ago):&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how rani attai nicle,sabaxxx and rene are doing. not to mention tiger and STOM! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;i missss them soooo much&lt;br /&gt;i don't think my mom will allow me to crash over, i'm still serving a sentence which will only be over at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAVE SO MUCH OF ANGER IN ME I CANNOT LET GO.&lt;br /&gt;and it just constantly builds uppppp and i'm very scared tht one day i'll just explode and only then will everyone see the real me. argh.&lt;br /&gt;fel has lost all respect for me but i don't give a damn cos one day i'm gonna kill her. i'm gonna slice her head into a million pieces. ok right. morbid much.&lt;br /&gt;no,really she's soo annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY CAN"T STAND HER&gt; and its not just a sister thing. it wayy much more then that. you know sometimes you just get soo pissed off tha your younger sister orders you around and sucks up to the other?&lt;br /&gt;nvm if i don't kill her the sugar will. and i can't wait for that to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-113249896183266155?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113249896183266155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=113249896183266155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113249896183266155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113249896183266155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2005/11/okok-things-arent-going-so-bad-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-113237143980269395</id><published>2005-11-18T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:03:04.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guys are soooo immature.&lt;br /&gt;yestederday i said to matt who was hoggin MY vanilla coke,'hey pass my coakjbdk(coke) back lah' (the sudden slurration of the word,'coke' was due to the fact that i was eating a chicken pie. rule number 148728374y012897p9. never EVER eat currypuff/chicken pies/ anything to do with flakes infront of a guy. or when your on a date. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;then the guys were like....'whaaaaat? did i hear wrongly....cock? ermm...okkkk.' LIKE WHATEVER? haha&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday. cabbage called(:&lt;br /&gt;and he was like purposely talking about prema so that he could piss me of.&lt;br /&gt;i was like,'if you like her then just say so'&lt;br /&gt;then he was like,'no lah please lah i don't. why jealous ah?&lt;br /&gt;then he stared singing a song,'jealous jealous....jealous...wah have cat fight lah...'&lt;br /&gt;ahha like WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;my mom is backing me up. cos like my dad,mel and fel are going to play hockey now.&lt;br /&gt;and like.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;cos. my legs hurt reaaaaal bad. due to what happened the other day. and they're all like...'uh huh ya.' they don't believe me man. annoying much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO FOR PREMA'S B'DAE.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to invite that rapper markbut ally was all,' no lha. prema doesnt even like him orh. and SOMEMORE he is sooo ugly.' 'he is soo ugly lah' she kept saying it over and over again. i mean. you don't that kinda stuff about people right.so what if he aint tha goodlookin,you don't have to keep saying he's so ugly right. besides you don't even know what kind of a person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL's even more pissed cos i'm not gonna play hockey with her today but i have a damn valid reason lah. arrrrrrrrrrrrgh. and then when she told us about how she had a dreama bout getting lifted up and twirled around i was like. this is all cos you watched the trailer lah.&lt;br /&gt;THEN FOR SOME WEIRD reason. she took it as an insult.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. but its true what.&lt;br /&gt;now she's all giving me the cold treatment.&lt;br /&gt;like i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel and i didnt go for the presentation rehearsal today. and the best part was,the presentaition was with us! hahahahha so dyan called me at 10.27 with the most panicked voice ever and asked me to send it to her.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bel was like,'hey van do you want me to come to your house to pick up my jacket or isit still drying on your verender?' haha she's damn cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX has a new blog too! and he skin rocks! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-113237143980269395?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113237143980269395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=113237143980269395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113237143980269395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113237143980269395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2005/11/guys-are-soooo-immature.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-113232797834053928</id><published>2005-11-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:00:29.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today&lt;br /&gt;lex came over&lt;br /&gt;did my new blog&lt;br /&gt;and we had so much fun after that'&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;mel wanted me to play hockey with her so bad. but i relly couldnt. cos like i wanted to go for mass with pauline. and then i had a rehearsal to do to. she got mad and just now she said that she feels i spend more time with my frens than i do with her. i mean i'm honoured that she misses me and all but i don;t what. or do i?&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh well.&lt;br /&gt;cabbage is finally comin back like tml. i miss him soo much. haha&lt;br /&gt;and instead of things getting better. they are actually worsening&lt;br /&gt;a and f are oh so close(I'M NOT SAYING THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT) cos of their new bfs(i soo know ally and augie are together lah she's just not tellin us cos you see she can't Do that anymore COS we're not close).&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i sound like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but its true.&lt;br /&gt;today,they totally ditched her at the bustop. dunno lah like f showed a a msg and they didnt tell her anythin so she was damn pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like i know you bothe are going through the same thing but you don't have to like totally block us out from everything right like hello? we're not called ratsapif for nothing you know. arrrrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a reaaaal nice chat with paulinos today(:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha thanks pline for everything!&lt;br /&gt;loves much much!&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo excited for lex and her big dateeeee.&lt;br /&gt;haha well not really date but still(:&lt;br /&gt;aahha she's promised to tell me EVERYTHING. she will. she better.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-113232797834053928?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113232797834053928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=113232797834053928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113232797834053928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113232797834053928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-lex-came-over-did-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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-19087842.post-113230216934224572</id><published>2005-11-18T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:22:49.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i got a private one and i can say whatever i want!!! yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;once again lex, you did it gurl. the creator of my last blog and for the new one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaha thanks for  everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;loves too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and so,it begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hoho:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19087842-113230216934224572?l=vans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113230216934224572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19087842&amp;postID=113230216934224572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113230216934224572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19087842/posts/default/113230216934224572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vans-.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>vanservice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17008873920755171280</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>
