<?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-8687631</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:38:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:when nothing feels alright:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687631.post-115080934633820747</id><published>2006-06-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:15:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 200th post and I am going to make it as quick as I can because the last time I meandered and typed really slowly, and as a result the whole frigging thing crashed, and it is indeed giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many recent vexations, I think I may go mad. The horoscope said toady that something will change my life, and yes I have to agree, I am losing my sanity pretty quickly. I am pretty depressed, I couldn't go out with the Animale Farm because some people did not have the consideration required to reply. I think they have all gotten on with their lives, and I guess that I am the only one still left in the past, and hoping that history will repeat itself to greater effect. Well, i have to say now that I realise that it will not happen. I have grown wiser and I will now put aside all the foolish and navie thoughts I had about togetherness and friendship, the "SHIP THAT WILL NEVER SINK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a load of that. Oh, it may never sink, but heard of mutiny? No. I guessed as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is that some people think I am beginning to grow bimbotic! And horrors of horrors, these people are people that I am close too, having assumed that I have found FRIENDS in numero uno, only to be slightly and most painfully ahve all these hopes of a renewed friendship crushed bitterly again. Another lesson learnt from this is that I am genitically incapable of retaining a friendship - look at my father! - is just adding on to the news that I have been assumed a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I thought that I have made this point clear. I may have a weakness for hot males, cheerleading, and popluar phrase, but I am a girl! A GIRL. I may be loud and obnoxious most of the time, but contrary to popluar belief, I do THINK and I do have a side to me that no one sees. But does the point that I am in love with Greek myth. and all things nerdy make any difference? I GUESS NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you people just think that I am a rude loud BEING with no emotions whatsoever, but I have feelings too, and I get crushed like when YOU FORGET ME AND TURN ME DOWN, when you THINK YOU GET ME BUT YOU DON'T, when you PRETEND TO CARE BUT I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO! This is why I am better off living in my own little fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third reason is the one that seems to matter the most, even though in my heart of hearts, I am trying to deny this. Zoe may kick me out because I cannot act that I am lost in the rebirth scene. Ironic, really, since that I feel so lot sometimes beyond despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that are the furthest from me seem to be the dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVRIL.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being yourself, and hitting me down when you feel the need to. Thanks for your shining honesty and the hypocrisy that I am surrounded by which seems to vanish when I am chatting with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITCH.&lt;br /&gt;My runescape brother, knight errant, and a fellow pyro. Don't burn the house down, and thanks for thinking that I am cool Perhaps the only one who thinks that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE.&lt;br /&gt;I may be mean to you, but I can't help it. But know that I love you (&lt;3!!!!!), because you are always a listening ear and a light to me when I am down, because you understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I know that I am friendless in this world, and it is a fact that I cannot deny. And I will die an old spinster in a dingy flat with my worn out paperbacks and an old tv, watching old faded Friends reruns. Prolly I will get robbed of my remainding money, and I will just be left there to rot in hunger, hallucinating of all the relationships that were in my grasp and yet just slipped away, and the dreams of becoming a star in the lights of England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cry now for the things I could be but never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115080934633820747?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115080934633820747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115080934633820747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115080934633820747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115080934633820747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-my-200th-post-and-i-am-going.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115060607564160471</id><published>2006-06-18T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:47:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this will be my 199 post. Is that something to be happy about? Yay, of course, my blog is 200 posts old. I think I have only changed my blogaddy once, the diamond in the mud one. Yes, I changed it to rageandlove for a while, but I kept theparanoia address so that should be alright. YAY. 200 posts is very old. My mon brought me to the MacRitches Nature Reserve yesterday, and guess what? An insect stung me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was samll and black and had MANY legs, and I hit it, while it was on my arm, so it put the stinger through my skin on the right arm. I wonder if it was posionous. If it was, DAMN. Come to think of it, the right arm is a little numb. If I die, tell them to check this post out so at least they know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&gt; and we got atacked by monkeys and this kid got scratched. I am never going back there ever again. DAMN. Speaking of that, it's the Animale Farm outing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to be horrible, because I can tell you, no one will be there. Rachy seems like she doesn';t care, Juzzy's not replying my message and judging by the fun person is is, she prolly has another date for tomorrow and is going to knock me off. Paulzy hasn't replied my message from 3 days ago, and GRRRR. This is so annoying me. If they don't like me SAY SO. Then I will just go watch the sneaks for JUST MY LUCK (irony, irony) ALONE. Or with Florenece, whose company I know I will thoroughly enjoy, seeing that we have so much in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ten Things That I HAve In Common With Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We like to make fun of Dharlynnie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Pine fans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She blushes when we were talking about Orlando Bloom. DUH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think we are too smart for our own good, we are always coming up with stupid rhymes and such.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, I think there are inly five.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still, it's ALOT. COnsidering that I am one of a kind. THANK YOU. Oh, and we both love reading, you should hear us talk about books. And the time we tried to get Won to read. We gave up on Wee already, she is the most hopeless reader EVER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIVE FOR FIGHTING 100 Years- The Only Song that Made Me Cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"100 Years"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 15 for a moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught in between 10 and 20&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 22 for a moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She feels better than ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we're on fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making our way back from Mars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 there's still time for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to buy and time to lose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15, there's never a wish better than this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you only got 100 years to live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 33 for a moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still the man, but you see I'm a they&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A kid on the way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A family on my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 45 for a moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sea is high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm heading into a crisis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chasing the years of my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 there's still time for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to buy, Time to lose yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Within a morning star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 I'm all right with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15, there's never a wish better than this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you only got 100 years to live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Half time goes by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly you’re wise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another blink of an eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67 is gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun is getting high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're moving on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm 99 for a moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dying for just another moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 there's still time for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22 I feel her too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33 you’re on your way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every day's a new day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 there's still time for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to buy and time to choose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you only got 100 years to live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It means a lot now, thinking that I will be 15 for next year. And I am trying to learn the guitar chords, because that is the first cover my BAND and I are going to do. Requime YAY! But our drummer needs to learn how to drum, and your bass guitarist need to HAVE her guitar, and the keyboardist needs a keyboard (she already knows how to play it.) and the lead guitarist needs the chords andandand the whole band needs to learn how to sing the song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARHHH, alright, I'm jokin. I don't have a band. But even if I did, you wouldn't believe me. WELL I DO. Anyway, MY  MOM THINKS THAT I AM CHATTING TO SOMEONE ONLINE! LIKE ICQ OR SOMETHING.  LIKE I AM SO FREE OR WHAT. I AM UPDATING MY BLOG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115060607564160471?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115060607564160471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115060607564160471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115060607564160471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115060607564160471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-this-will-be-my-199-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115047235294005269</id><published>2006-06-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:39:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I am back online and I hope that nothing happens to my computer now. This is nice, EH? I am talking about the skin. The band name brushes are really cool. I made this for my own use, so it's very me. Anyway, I still put it on blogskins to bounce off some reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and the background is NOT PINK! It's MAROON for god's sake. And the bars are maroon with an opacity of 50%, so they are not pink too. I regret not making the boxes rounded, now they kinda look too neat. Oh I hope the PC does not go! DO NOT GO PC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anayway, this is the link to download it. &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/95651"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/95651&lt;/a&gt; Well, if you liked it on my blog. I may have to go soon, to do my homework so that my mummy will let me go out with the farm on Monday, I really need that. So I am not going to blog properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to LEE.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lee. I haven't finished the fanfic, if I did, you would get it first. Oh and I have got some pics for our first tropicalsprite skin! YAY. I am still deciding on which one to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a message to the Farm whom I seriously doubt will be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;POTC opens next month PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;Are we still on for monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a messgae for all the people who think I am a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to attention that those people exist! (YES,WON, YOU!! and a few others. LOL) I AM NOT A BIMBO. Shame on you to think that I am one. What made you think that&gt; Well, there are phrases sometimes that I may use very sparingly BUT, that does not mean that I am a bimbo.  Bimbos do not like me, for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever. I think the stress of my backache is beginning to show on my mental health. I have this really bad backache and all I want to do is lie back and fall into sweet dreams. Awww. OH, and I had this super scary dream lst night about NOODLE BOY. Man, it was worse than Avril's Bobby Drake carrying her and telling her that she was light DREAM! I shall not relate it. It's not sick or anything, thank gawd I don't have lewd dreams, it was just ... maladjusted. Weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that I am watching too much Friends. I am turning into one of 'em. Scary.  Really scary. STUPID FRIENDS ON EVERY CORNER --  joey voice! Haha! I am retarded. LOL. I shall blog surf for a while then GTG! I think I shall review blogs. I am not a great blogger myself, but that's what's blogs are for, airing my opinions, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUZZY'S BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this was about me, considering that I messaged her that day. I think.&lt;br /&gt;you're the last thing i need. you are WORST than holiday homework. and there i was thinking holiday homework sucked. you are a life ruiner because you ruin lives, especially my life. yes that is what you do. you suck. i hate you so much, you make me want to turn off the tv even though i am watching a nice show. you suck. arrgh i cant stand suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVVIE'S BLOG&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned me three times in a post. LOVELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNE'S BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment. She knows everyone and there is no TYPOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mum's bugging. Sheesh got to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115047235294005269?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115047235294005269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115047235294005269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115047235294005269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115047235294005269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-i-am-back-online-and-i-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115044748600765315</id><published>2006-06-16T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:44:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The computer scarede the hell out of me by just restarting itself. I think it could be an virus so I am going to do a spybot check. My last entry went blank, and basically it was Avril and I have a fanfic (&lt;a href="http://doublexed.blogspot.com"&gt;http://doublexed.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) , Avril made a skin for the fanfic, we now have a blogskins account together, tropicalsprite! with the exclamination mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened at LD was that it was boring, and that I hate it. What happened at Om was that we did not do anything. What will happen later is that I will watch Class of the Titans and try to finish homework, and teach my sister and make somemore barbie clothes to sell to her so that I have money to go out with the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen on Saturday is that I am going to sleep in and be a pig. What will happen on Suday is that I will have tutition and persuade my mother to let me go with the Farm. And that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life was that simple, all my problems would be solved. In fact, I wouldn't have any. It would be best if I was a cartoon character. Any problems will be gone by the end of the episode. Like Jay. That will be so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the computer will be okay, because it is my uncle's. I have not done the elearining thing. hell, i had better do it now! Damn, I can't find the picture. Eh, the paper. Oh who cares! I hope the computer is alright. Oh please BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERVOUS. AND I HAVE TO GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115044748600765315?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115044748600765315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115044748600765315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115044748600765315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115044748600765315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/computer-scarede-hell-out-of-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115036201643450063</id><published>2006-06-15T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:00:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, the offical javier saviola site has put me off javier.&lt;br /&gt;EW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115036201643450063?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115036201643450063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115036201643450063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115036201643450063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115036201643450063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-offical-javier-saviola-site-has.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115036091701252681</id><published>2006-06-15T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:42:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYON YEE WON. Do not spectaculate. I don't know why people think so wildly, sometimes, it's just plain annoying. Sheesh. Oh man, I am so bored. I have once again resorted to looking for brushes to try and get to the top of the top 25 rated list again. I am Monica-ish or what. Oh god, I have been watching too much friends. I am not fine. I am getting to much New York humor that it may be brain damaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,  I came by this really great ad in one of the advertising books I like to borrow and read.. ALRGHT, YOU CAN STOP LAUGHING NOW. And then I saw this ad promoting New York nightlife. There was this teevee drawn in popart and then there were the words "Stop spending your nights with Rachel, Ross, Monica and Chandler, because a one night stand takes two. " Can you see how much influence Friends have on people, they are even using it to do ads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus Friends is really like real life. Clarissa is the epitome of whatever rachel is. And I think I am a Monica Phoebe cross. Which I do not think is good. And throw in a little Ross for me. Oh, I just love the show, I cannot stop rhapsodising about it. Oh well, I had better go check out mine and Avril's fanfiction, otherwise, I think she'll blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the fanfiction, I think it's something you ought to look forward to. My nosey sister is here, got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115036091701252681?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115036091701252681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115036091701252681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115036091701252681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115036091701252681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/nyon-yee-won.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115027498264219483</id><published>2006-06-14T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:49:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;In the 20 minutes that I am not on the Blogskins page, I get onto the Top Fiftenn Rated list.&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115027498264219483?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115027498264219483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115027498264219483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115027498264219483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115027498264219483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg_115027498264219483.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115027482542619890</id><published>2006-06-14T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:47:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I have just finished watching Friends Season 9 and the last episode totally ROCKS. Mike is such a nice guy to Phoebe and Ross is a backstabber! Well, at least Joey does not have to feel bad about liking Rachel! Friends is totally the best show ever. And on the plus side, I think I may be gaining a friends-esque humour. Waittt. That is NOT a good thing. They make weird jokes. Very weird. Won't you agree, Clare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have finished my profile, Av. I think my character ROCKS. I am so like the opposite of her, and I think we will have a great time doing the fanfic. HEH. And please, none of this rubbish about us having Aragorn and Legolas kids. Oh wait, I mean Bobby Drake and Pyro. OH WHATEVER. I made a new skin for our fanfic, and I think I rocks. YAY. &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/95267"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/95267&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch sent me this really nice email, it is so unlike anyone I have ever known... But when I was typing the reply to him, I put MIKE instead of MITCH. It really does not help knowing people whose names are largely similar. That is just wrong.But luckily I changed it. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent email.&lt;br /&gt;HEY MITCH. I am online now, which is pretty obvious and you're not! Boohoo. Never mind. Pyro manic eh? Haha. You should really stop burning ALLEYS. LOL, find something better to burn, dude. Like the snakes you catch? HEH.  I am surprised your friends go on burning adventures with you. Haha. Guys mostly, I guess? Most girls I know would be VERY afraid. *in a high pitched girly voice* - We are good girls, Oh yes we are!  - :P  Haha, there's nothing embarassing, we could be great online friends or penpals over the net or summat. Yep, it's cool that we are so much alike but there're really no future, right? We're like several thousand miles apart, oh, and throw in a couple of countries and maybe an ocean or two.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like you too, Twitchy. HEH. If we want to talk on messenger, we need to find out the time difference. it's 4.28 in the afternoon here, check what's the time that you received this, it should be in your Texan time or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Got to go soon, reply asap, kay?See you later!&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: "Mitch Saville" &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 16:18:15 -0500&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lol i love fire =) im a pyro maniac! when i start running really&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fast, everyone who knows me starts running too lol  from experience,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they know that's the safest thing to do! lol! i burned the crap out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;of the ally behind my house and my friends and i had to put it out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with a garden hose =P&lt;br /&gt;&gt;an answer to your question - i like you. its kind of embarassing to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;admit, but i really like you. you are always really nice to me, have &gt;a really good sense of humor, and we share a lot in common! i mean,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;what are the odds that we both think killing things is cool AND&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we're both pyros AND we both agree on almost everything? well i g2g,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so cya. i might try to stay up really late tonight with my messenger&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on. try to get on REALLY early and then REALLY late. i'll do the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;same, so maybe we can talk for a while. c ya later&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: "vanessa lim" &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 10:58:12 +0000&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL. killing and then burning it is totally COOL. haha. I kinda &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;like pyros. Maybe I lam ine, i like FIRE. HEH. Haha, yeah, anime is &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cool. haha, i get the point when you say high school musical sucks. &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;All the girls are drooling over Zac Efron and the catchy tunes so &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that our poor rat boy here  is deprived of company. HAHA. YUP, no &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cable totally sucks. SHEESH. I replied your question last email, so &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;what's our situation now? Really good friends who are thousands of &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;miles apart, or what? By the way, you are born in the year of the &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rooster in the chinese zodiac, I am in the year of the monkey. &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;there's a year of the rat too, and it will be REALLY ironic if you &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were born in that year. LOL. i have to go and blog now, see you &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;next time.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;what team do you support for the world cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;BISES from vanessa :)&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: "Mitch Saville" &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:22:14 -0500&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does the knight errant mean? not only do i get to kill stuff, &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to EAT the edible stuff i kill! and if i dont want to eat it &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to light it on fire!!! ROFLMFAO im a pyro! =) are you? i &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak english and gibberish, which isnt actually a language, &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...ah well you get the point... anime is cool, i like how the &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books are from right to left. i dont know what class of the titans &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is. NO CABLE?! THAT FRICKING SUCKS!!!! no offense but high school &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musical had to be the worst movie i've ever seen... =\ but what &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hell, im a guy, what can i say?! lol well i'll talk to you &gt;&gt;&gt;later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;From: "vanessa lim" &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 09:34:10 +0000&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel what way? like last year, you mean?  Sorta, because you &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always come over to help on Rune whenever I die. LOL.  the knight &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errant. haha. Cool, you get to kill stuff! Haha, are you &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright???? Get well soon! I can speak English, Chinese, French &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not very fluent, I am only a beginner) and a dialect called &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese. I can speak bits of japanese though, because I like &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching anime. Do you watch anime? I do get nickelodeon, it's on &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cable, but my subscription expired ages ago and my parents refuse &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get it. SHEESH. and so I can't watch any cool shows. OH, have &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you watched High School Musical? I think it is hosted by UT, &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;can't be sure. I was hoping your school competed in it or &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something, because the winning team of each category flies to the &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States to compete. :)&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go, i want to watch class of the titans. it's a nice &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon, you have it there?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye, rat boy.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;seee you sooon&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: "Mitch Saville" &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, as of here, I am too lazy to press enter for everyhting so that you can read easily. If you want to read it, figure it out yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 20:27:39 -0500&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;=P do ya still feel that way? how many languages can you speak? &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;i fell into a ditch because i was catching and killing &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;bullsnakes and rattlesnakes (dont worry, they are a danger to my &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;family, and they are pests, i mean, they snap at you when you &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;walk along the road and all...oh, and i've been bit in the foot &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;by a rattlesnake - NOT FUN) with a blowgun (just got it 3 days &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ago =P) and a knife when a snake nipped at my foot. i lost my &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;balance and fell into a ditch. simple as that. LOL hmmmm what &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;else is new.....? OH! have you seen avatar yet? wait...you do &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;get nickelodeon over there, right? i know, its on nickelodeon, &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;so it must be a kids show, right? WRONG. its reeeally cool, and &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;i really like it.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;i dont know what oddesy of the mind is, sorry, although it does &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ring a bell...is it hosted by UT, by any chance?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;oh well i g2g, so i'll see you later. sorry this is so short.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;From: "vanessa lim" &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 05:18:15 +0000&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I answered YES, duh, because i never dated a rat. LOL. a &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;vanessa ran over you? must have been me in a past life. LOL. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the national language is malay, considering that we were once &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ruled by them and we were once part of malaysia, but in schools &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;it's english and your mother tongue, chinese, malay, tamil etc. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;and you can take a foreign language in secondary school. i took &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;french. Tu comprends? YOU LOSER. how the hell did you fall into &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;a ditch EH? OH, did you ever participate in this thing called &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;odyessy of the mind? just asking, since we have it here in &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;singapore, and it is organised by some texas university or &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;something.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;you watch the world cup? if you do, tell me who you support! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;haha see you and reply quick, mee- KAY.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;au revoir.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:)&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;From: "Mitch Saville" &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2006 22:45:03 -0500&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;vanessa....i like that name. i knew a vanessa once, but she &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ran me over with her bike. it really hurt =) i also knew &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;another vanessa that was really nice. she was my best friend &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;until she moved to london. anyways, my birthday is 7/26/93. i &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;dont know my chinese name, but i lived in hawaii for 3 years, &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;so i know my hawaiian one. it is mike. (pronounced mee-KAY) i &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;might be able to figure out yours. we dont exactly have that &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;wide of a variety of people here....a few mexicans (probably &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;immigrants) some asian, not that many though, and a lot of &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;americans. =D what a coincidence! what is the primary and &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;secondary languages over in singapore? ours is english as our &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;primary, and since im in texas, a few spanish people. we dont &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;get arrested for littering, but we do get small fine of around &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;$15-$40 dollars if a police officer DIRECTLY witnesses you &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;doing it.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;remember what i asked you last year? yeah...how did you &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;answer? if you've already told me, im sorry, i got conked in &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the head with a  15 pound rock yesterday and im forgetting &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;random things. im going to the doctor tomorrow to get it &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;checked...swelled up like a balloon, blasted thing!!! i fell &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;down into a ditch and the sliding rocks behnd me hit me. well &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;i g2g, so cya!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;-Mitch&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;From: "vanessa lim" &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2006 05:49:04 +0000&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;OMG mitch, i am so sorry i haven't replied you for so long, i &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;have not checked my email. SORRY.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;oh, i know what the avatar thing is already, i saw an ad for &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;it in an archie comic. looks pretty cool.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;i'm fine, thank you, iand i am still at level 25 in rune. i &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;am to lazy to go and play it. HEH. yah, you CAN get arrested &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;for littering, but you won't be dunked into jail, you will &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;just have to sweep the public roads. but people hardly get &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;caught nowdays, but that doesn't mean people have stopped &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;littering. haha. your questions aren't personal, it's okay. i &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;lived in singapore all my life, yes, that's right. it's fun &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;here and it's quite safe, plus you get to see many different &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;sorts of people. like this black guy who lives in my &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;neighbourhood and there 's this brit who writes for the paper &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;and he lives opposite me. my parents aren't in the military, &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;they are boring suburbian workers with office jobs. T__T &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;haha.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;when's your birthday and what year is it? i can check out &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;your zodiac for you if you want. and maybe give you the &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;chinese translation of your name.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:D&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;au revoir, my furry filthy friend. joking.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;vanessa&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;From: "Mitch Saville" &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="mailto:i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com"&gt;i_am_the_avatar_watch_me_bend@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com"&gt;girlofsuburbia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Subject: hi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 13:55:40 -0500&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hey this is Mitch (twitch726). how are you? im level 74 now &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;=) lol i finished monkey madness, so im happy now... enough &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;about runescape. i heard that in singapore you can get &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;arrested for littering! is that true? have you lived in &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;singapore all your life or are your parents in the military? &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;sorry if you feel that these questions are a bit peronal, &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;but if you do feel so, just answer the ones that you want &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;to. i've run out of things to say, so im going to go now. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;please reply!&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;your twitchy lil' rat of a friend,&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;-Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that's what we have been writing to one another so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice kid, and a great friend. But I will not want anything to go further than just good friends. Because there is nothing better beyond good friends. As watching Friends can too easily testify. Did anything good come out of Ross and Rachel? No. there, I guess I made my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;World Cup and prolonged eye contact with the televisionb when it has Joey Tribbiani on it can certainly make you stupid. I'm sure Joey knows that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. i am making lame Chandler jokes. Could life get any better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115027482542619890?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115027482542619890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115027482542619890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115027482542619890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115027482542619890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg_14.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115019658382492357</id><published>2006-06-13T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:03:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am oh so pissed with this guy on blogskins. He rated me 0.5 for my best skin and that dragged the whole rating down. Some losers are total morons. I am totally pissed. Okay, I shall just forget about that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of the Titans is totally the best cartoon ever. You can even use it to teach Greek Myth. , which is totally cool. JAY has to be the hottest cartoon character ever! AHHHHHHHHHH. As you can see, I am watching to much teevee. I have already finished two discs of Friends Season 9, and it rock. friends is the best show ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I said that about Class of the Titans, but there's the best CARTOON, and there's the best SHOW. I realise I sound a LOT like Chandler. Or Ross. Or a Chandler-Ross-Joey. Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jas, I love fussball! WOOTS. The game is exciting, and the males are HOT. Who says it's for the guys only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, my sister wants to use the net, I guess i have to go off soon. Ptootey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I will blog next time when I do not have a whole room to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tagging everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115019658382492357?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115019658382492357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115019658382492357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115019658382492357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115019658382492357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-oh-so-pissed-with-this-guy-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115010433101224394</id><published>2006-06-12T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:25:31.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy day!&lt;br /&gt;I am at the top of the Top 15 rated list! I am so happy. Happy happy happy. Joyful. Jubilant. I am at the top of the world! Literally. I mean I don't even like the skin myself and I am actually at the top. WHOOPEEES. I want to thank my parents and the people who rated me, Avril, who is always dangling the better skins that she makes in front of my face so that I will do better, and and and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I guess my hyperactivity has just fizzled out. Oh never mind. I am penniless yet out of my pocket I have managed to scrape out 4.50 to get the Pirates poster, in First Movie Magazine. I cannot miss that for my collection eh? I am totally sleepy now, my grnadma insisted on shopping which I hated. I think it is safe to say that the animale farm will not be going for the outing, none of them has contactedf me yet which shows that they are not interrested so YEAH. Avril, I am open again for movie dates. Haha. Not x3 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watched Cars, the tickets were sponsered by my uncle. YAY. Lighting McQueen is such a wunnerful car! Read Firts's review on it. I totally love their way of writing. It usesd to be my dream to write for Lime, but now it's my dream to write for First.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online now to look for artwork to put in my new skin. I am not telling you what it is going to be, YOU MAY STEAL MY IDEA. Haha. I't s apretty common idea anyway, so yeah. Inspired by the line in Catch Your Wave, that goes "Every princess needs a knight." Haha that is so me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put in the blog post I typed last night and get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arh, it is twelve twenty eight in the morning and I cannot sleep. I want to make some skins but I am absoluetely in no mood at all. I made three layouts that were quite nice, green and all, but I deleted them on the spur of the moment. I think it's best to give my brain jucies a rest, and hope that I will get inspired again. And also not to get too cocky and think my skins are good. Right now I am very stuck on making my rectanguler boxes, and it is indeed boring. I am in a stripes mood now, but there seems to be no phrase or brush that sound, well, stripy enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now that the Animale Farm would have forgotten about the outing. I was so excited in making the letters for them, thinking that they would message me the momnet they got them and we will be as close as superglue in no time... I am glad to report that has happened. As close as cheap and lousy superglue. If they have really forgotten, or are just avoiding me to forgot about it, I shall not press the matter. I will just go watch Just My Luck woth Floss. I am not as friendless as some might think me to be, despite the fact that I am a social pariah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother wants to go out tomorrow, and she seems so enthusiactic I absolutely have no clue as to tell her that I do not want to! I want to stay at home and watch the bunch of Friends Season 9 DVD, laze around, and well, enjoy the holidays. Like surf the net, and finally get down to homework,and stuff like that. Shopping everyday is not my idea of fun. I hate shopping. Hate it. Absolutely do. Well, unless it's with Avril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS our last outing was a great example, we saw so many things that it would take me several hours to detail them. Haha. But I really remember one thing though. We saw three foreign dudes, blonde and all and like they just got back from the Hamptons. They were wearing all this surfer beach dude clothing in the Orchard MRT, complete with Havianas and all. And this guy even took off his flips and were holding them like he was on a real beach. I think they were taking Singapore's tropical weather a LEE-TLE too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH, and this guy, one of the beach dudes, had this huge hump on his shoulder blade. Like your pimple, like magnified a hundred times. Like there was this tumour or summat. Ans plus it looked pretty soild. We were spectaculating on what would happen if we should pop it. Pus? Flesh? Or laser beams will shoot out? Or a breeding ground for huge maggots? Well, you never know. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed with the news station on Ch5. They were showing the highlists of the Argentina game versus some country that lost. I am sorry I forgot, but they are not important. You will see why. Some dude scored a goal, Argentina, of course, and I was like YAY. And the best thing came when the commentator was like "ANDDDDDD... Saviola heads for the goal post, and SCORE! It's a goal, a fabulous one by Javier Saviola!" &lt;em&gt;I am re reading my post now and I realsie that real credit goes to Riquliem, or something like that, I cannot spell his name. He provided the set-up for Javvie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was totally expecting them to show Javvie celebrating, because he always lifts his shirt up and then ahem, um, strips on pitch, BUT THEY DID NOT! GASP. It is a FELONY not to show the Adonis god Saviola! I know removal of jerseys can result in a yellow card of something like that, BLOODY STUPID RULE! But they could have just shown me Javvie's face.&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO. Has Portugal played anything yet? because they might show cristiano. I am on the verge of cutting up my England nike band, the England team was disappointing. I swear, I am almost embarrassed to be an England supporter. Remeber the England - Brazil match last World Cup? I didn't know who to cheer on, both teams ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I realise I sound slighty bimbotic, but even a geek like me has hormones. It's summer after all! There is a sudden onslught of hot males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. World Cup.The girls can get a piece of action too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer movies.Pirates of the Caribbean (Orli), Just My Luck (Chris Pine) and High School Muscial (Zac Efron). Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Holidays are everywhere, even in texas!&lt;br /&gt;not that mitch is hot or anything, please, he's 13. but he's a nice guy and saves me ever so gallantly on Runescape whenever I perish. My little brother-ish Knight Errant. I am sure he has some deserving hot chick in Texas, dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be off now to check my email for Mitch's very entertaining letters and the profile thing for Avril's and mine fanfic. Be sure to read it when it comes out, and don't forgot to download my SKINS! I am so shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, who isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115010433101224394?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115010433101224394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115010433101224394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115010433101224394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115010433101224394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-115000234929499675</id><published>2006-06-11T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:05:49.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sky parts and the angels sing hosanna! I am so honoured. I have made it to the second place of the top 15 rated. Which is very good for me, considering it is a pink skin I myself don't even like. I was just fooling with brushes, y'know? Anyway, it is still a very good thing, so I shall not complain. 103 downloads ain't much, but it's good enough for me. YAY. I really didn't expect to jump all the way from 13 to 2! YAY. Haha. But Avril and Anne are still better, that i will admit. Watch out for me, kiddies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Thank goodness that England got in. PHEW. I admit, it was through Becks that they did it, but that does not remove my dislike from him one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favourite players this season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Javier Saviola. Why? 'Cause he's the hottest player! WOOTS. Check out his ABSSS. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/images.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*drooling*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOTS. He's not a really pretty face, and he is the sole reason why I am watching the Argentinans this season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Cristiano Ronaldo Why? Because he is Portugal's only chance! And plus he has great abs too. And he looks like the kind of Latin Lovers as described in Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself by Judy Blume. HEH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that I should stop posting half naked footballers on my blog. Plus my sister wants to use the net. BYEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-115000234929499675?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/115000234929499675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=115000234929499675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115000234929499675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/115000234929499675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/sky-parts-and-angels-sing-hosanna-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114986878158214895</id><published>2006-06-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:59:42.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I do know it is very late at night and I ought to be in bed, like any other good little girl, but guess what, I DON'T CARE. Sheesh, that jeff dude whom I think is a genius must think that I am a weirdo. If my comment on his page proves it. Which it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am pretty happy recently, my skins have all gotten really positive reviews, and I am quite excited to be honest. My skins have all gotten a favourite twice, and at the time I am typing this, the pink skin I made is on the Top 15 Rated list, which is really good. I am in the 13 place, and thankfully, this skin has a lifetime rating of 5 stars. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I must sound very ego. Oh and if you think my blogging is pretty formal, I guess I really ought to blog properly and not in the slapdash way I usually do. Oh, and also try to keep all the typos to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good news, goowy is working! YAY. But I think MSN is kooky. Oh well. I have nothing to blog, having just blogged earlier today. There's nothing new, just that two more idiots have joined the tag-vanessa's-blog-because-we-are-bored-and-we-have-nothing-else-to-do-so-we-might-as-well-just-do-it club. Welcome aboard. Oh, there is something new. I have watched this FAB cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLASS OF THE TITANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, IT'S REALLY COOL. There is this school for the titans, and they all are decendants of Greek heros, like Achilles etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Jay, who is very hot for a cartoon boy, and he is supposed to be Jason. This girl, who Jay likes or something is the decendant of the the dude that fought the minotaur. Artemis is this girl called Atlanta, and Achilles is this guy called Archie. Imagine going up to Achilles the Great in the past and calling him Archie. Guffaw. Harry, this sorta big dumb guy is Hercules, and Neil, the funny one, is Narcissus, the famous guy who fell into the river and drowned because he loved himself too much. Sound like anyone you know? Odyessus is this black dude called Odie, who is the resident brain. Hey, every superhero team needs one. They all have the powers of their myth Greek ancestors, pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is way cool for ME, a geek who loves Greek Mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored now, after promoting my cartoon. It's on Kids Central at 6pm, Mondays till Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall now promote my skins.&lt;br /&gt;Very shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my pink skin, inspired by Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/94493"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/94493&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's on Top 15 Rated, 13th place. I may get booted out soon, so I had better document it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that I am using now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/94361"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/94361&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random blue one because i was playing with my brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/94501"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/94501&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still think avril is better than me. There, I said it. But I will try, Av, and you may find yourself dethroned one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ARE WE DOING THe FANFIC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114986878158214895?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114986878158214895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114986878158214895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114986878158214895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114986878158214895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-i-do-know-it-is-very-late-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114983300656949751</id><published>2006-06-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:03:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have spent 49 minutes online and i have not updated my blog. so embarrassing. is that how you spell i? oh who cares? as we all know, my blog is riddled with spelling errors. i can type pretty fast, but i only use the first two fingers of each hand. such a loser, right? HMPH. anyway, this is a new skin. i think that no one has seen my music makes me lose control skin, right? i know, because i change my skins depending on how fast i make a new one, and i happen to be pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitch sent me a email.&lt;br /&gt;hey this is Mitch (twitch726). how are you? im level 74 now =) lol i finished monkey madness, so im happy now... enough about runescape. i heard that in singapore you can get arrested for littering! is that true? have you lived in singapore all your life or are your parents in the military? sorry if you feel that these questions are a bit peronal, but if you do feel so, just answer the ones that you want to. i've run out of things to say, so im going to go now. please reply! your twitchy lil' rat of a friend, -Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like to make jokes about how he is twitchy (like a rat). it's nice to have friends overseas, they tell you stuff about their country and ask you weird stuff about yours. his parents are in the military, so it is understandable for the militasy question. poor lad., he's always moving house. no he is not my boyfriend, gian please do not spectulate! He's like me little online brother, whose Runescape level is higher than MINE! Haha. I'ts nice to have a little Rune brother, he comes and gives me free stuff whenever I die. Thanks, Mitch. I have four more minutes online before I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh my grandmother is calling me already. I think I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY MY FLAG, LADS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114983300656949751?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114983300656949751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114983300656949751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114983300656949751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114983300656949751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-spent-49-minutes-online-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114975580733657268</id><published>2006-06-08T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:36:58.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have got a huge zit.&lt;br /&gt;and ouran 9 and 10 is out.&lt;br /&gt;i can be so random sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;make that three huge zits.&lt;br /&gt;and youtube is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEDDIES DON'T HUG YOU BACK, BUT SOMETIMES THEY'RE ALL YOU GOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS SO SAD AND SWEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/31998679/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/view/31998679/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouran 9 is so classically farny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD. TAMAKI JUST LOOKS RETARDED IN A GIRL'S CLOTHING. HARHARHAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, this guy is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;i found hs page on deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;he maybe gay but he's HOT.&lt;br /&gt;plus he draws super well!&lt;br /&gt;is an anime fan!&lt;br /&gt;and he blogs super good!&lt;br /&gt;i am a FAN.&lt;br /&gt;only took 10 minutes to draw this full body anime sketch.&lt;br /&gt;GENIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://azuzephre.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://azuzephre.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114975580733657268?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114975580733657268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114975580733657268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114975580733657268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114975580733657268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-got-huge-zit.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114975308115527130</id><published>2006-06-08T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:51:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GASP.&lt;br /&gt;this is totally my best skin EVER.&lt;br /&gt;i think even avril will say something good about this one. it's nice, admit it, avvie dearie. UH HUH. YA MAN. i rock. okay, i may be going mad. wait. i am mad. wait, i don't know what i am talking about. SHEESH. anyway, i am still a bit high from my frenzy of skin making. my last skin got favourite-d, the misery one, and i thinnk it will be the same for this one. OH PLEASE.... i was so HAPPY. i am serious, an amateur like ME, and my skin got favourited by TWO people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, i know. like WOW. but really. OOH. i have got one comment already. which is good. let's ee what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/userratings/gayandaloud"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/gayandaloud"&gt;gayandaloud&lt;/a&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;(4 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;nice. but kinda overbrushed. (4.5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERBRUSHED. OOPS. heh. anyway, i thought i put a STUPID adblock. sheesh. and the blogger bar persistently appears. damn. aw, never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot think of anything to blog now, this seems to happen everytime i get the chance to blog much. i have too many things to say, and i have said them all earlier. anyway, it's kind of a good, because my room just looks like a pigsty, AND MY MUM HAD THREATHENED THAT IF I DO NOT PACK MY ROOM, I CAN KISS BUH BYE TO MY ANIMALE FARM OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had better pack. you hear that farm dears? i have to go through the torment of fire and brimstone for a little outing with you. so you better make it good. real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/userratings/clubpotterdrew"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/clubpotterdrew"&gt;clubpotterdrew&lt;/a&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;(3 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up!!! (5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't come, i will be packing my room for nothing, and i detest that the most, SO YOU BETTER COME. wait, am i seeing this right? there is a pual twohill skin?! wait here while i check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/93957"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/93957&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's not bad at all. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avril has gooten me into wanting to watch she's the man. i am telling you, i hate amanda bynes, but this is a good plot, considering the many gender-bender crap that i now seem to love. like ouran and bllody jack. girls into guys. the real funny part is that they are having football training or whatever, and then the ball hits amanda down THERE. and everone looks at her because they expect her/him to groan in agony, and she looks around dumb until she gets the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, dolt, i have not watched it yet. the trailer. GUYS are so dumb. if i were standing there, i would have norticed ages ago. please, a hit like that must have caused a lot of pain, and there should be no reason for the stilted reaction. maybe that's why a guy will never succeed in doing the same thing, pretending to be a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, not that i mind that they suck at it. more guys the better eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHT SOUNDED DESPERATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never say that again. i am reading too much jacky faber. ARGH. and it's filling a poor cove's 'ead wiv thoughts of 'er jay-meeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, and i am gaining a cockney accent. normally i would be excited, but having your thoughts spaek to you in cockney is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is a symptom of insanity. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114975308115527130?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114975308115527130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114975308115527130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114975308115527130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114975308115527130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/gasp.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114968491695669944</id><published>2006-06-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:55:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back with a vengence, i am totally in the mood for blogging now. yes yes yes. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't you just excited, mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should really stop reading the bloody jack series, but i cannot help it, i am absolutely addicted to it. but it is getting to be kinda BAD, because i have picked up this cockney slang. reading the books for the second time over from the first ain't exactly helping much too, because that will cause me to dream excessively about jaimy. which is not good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people start to interfere&lt;br /&gt;all truth seems to disappear&lt;br /&gt;and then you rub your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see someone you don't recgonize&lt;br /&gt;looking back at you in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just going around blogskins and trying to look for nice brushes. jeez. i have to tutor my sister in half an hour, to get some moolah from my mom so that i can go watch pirates with the farm. so you guys had better not mooch off-a-me, so imay just kill you. yes, i am working to go out with you. actually, i considered freelancing as a writer, you know, review moves or summat, but a fourteen year old girl can hardly make any impact on the media, so i had better save my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save some face, you know you've only got one&lt;br /&gt;change your ways, while you're young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the killers wrote that, and that is some sage advice. so i am going to go along with it. i wrote the four liner up there so that is copyright. steal all the killers lyrics you want, just not my poetry. cause i may just get mad. ooh i found several nice brushes, i may just use them on my next skin. which will be soon lah, i have plenty of time. I LOVE THE HOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must do my homework like any other sweet law abiding darling, even though i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COOL! THIS IS UTTERLY COOL! BAND NAME BRUSHES. PUNK/ROCK BAND NAME BRUSHES. OMG. BAND NAME BRUSHES. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool, this is so cool. me thinks i have so many brushes that my computer may crasj sooner or later, but who cares anyways. oops, the pack is taking eons to download. uh oh. don't scare me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, goowy does not seem to work lately, which is really frustarting because i cannot chat online. and it is the holidays. TCHA. blood brushes! i have finally gotten blood brushes. yay! now i can do a decent lestat skin. OW. my braces are really painful today. strange, they aren't like that after tightening. the lower jaw has this THICK metal, i think it musr be like 2mmthick. my lousy dentist has 15 colours, and i chose transparent, becuase i was out with avril and i was not in a colour mood. off to check eunice's blog for dance night pictures. sheesh, none. hurry up there dear.have to go now for my money. update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU LOVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWEWEWEW. that sounded GROSS. i am so sorry, blog dear, defiling you with those words, and i shall never say them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114968491695669944?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114968491695669944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114968491695669944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114968491695669944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114968491695669944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-back-with-vengence-i-am-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114960080333099523</id><published>2006-06-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:33:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AV AND VAN'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>yay, today was totally av and van's day, we took like a million neoprints! have have to time to document the whole thing, due to the fact my sister wants to go online, so read avril's version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, she did this cool thing to her blog that once you highlight it and try to copy something, the whole window shakes and this java warning that says oops! pops up. you have got to try it, click on her link there on the right. i haven't scanned in the neos we took, but they are nice. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle is behind and talking to me about the world cup. YAY, it starts this saturday, i cannot wait! the first match. WHOOTS, excitement galores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so frustrating. i submitted this skin to blogskins, and you cannot see this on the most recently submitted part. annoying MUCH&lt; and that goowy cannot open is aggravating the situation. sheesh. what is wrong with me today??? maybe it is because i just tightened my braces, the eyeteeth are hurting much. or that i just do not feel like blogging today. i am going to eunice's blog to see if she has up the dance night pictures. wait ehh. lousy eunice, she only has got two pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/P6030233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/P6030233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture looks wrong, ven was trying to see if she could break the box. EEKS. cheerleaders. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/IMAGE%20037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/IMAGE%20037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's ven, eunice, mr jiow, nat and angie. can you believe it, they were mooning over this picture. oh please, what is so hot about MR JIOWWWW??????? the bestest looking male in school (not that there are many, is the noodle guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noodleguy, go go noodle guy!&lt;br /&gt;he can be my JAY-MEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;though that will never happen and i ought to get a life and stop blogging if i am not in the mood and stop blogging crapcrapcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;i will never be a heroine like the amazing people i read about, and i will never get a jesse de silva, a prince charmont, or a james emerson fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh woe is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114960080333099523?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114960080333099523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114960080333099523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114960080333099523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114960080333099523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/av-and-vans-day.html' title='AV AND VAN&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114939853344194634</id><published>2006-06-04T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:22:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF DANCING DISASTERS AND JAIMY FLETCHER.</title><content type='html'>online finally, after the ordeal i call dance night. but dance night is not the main issue in my blog post today. the mnain issue is this series of books i have discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT HORATIO LYLE, I DON'T WANT PRINCESS DIARIES, I WANT BLOODY JACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's this cool pirate story with the lead, Mary "Jacky" Faber, living in the streets of london after her family is taken by illness, boards a ship in royal navy, the HMS Dolphin, as a ship's boy. there she forms a brotherhood with the other ship's boys, willy, benjy (no spelling errors there, it is really that) davy, and jaimy, otherwise known as James Emerson Fletcher, a rich man's son.  she manages to keep her pretense up, and there is a happy time on the ship. then she finds herself the subject of unwanted attention. read it to find out yourself, and jaimy thought he was turning into a sodomite, because he likes her, and finally they get together. AW. and anyway, she gets captured by LeFievre, a notorious pirate, who captures her and hangs her, but jaimy saves her in the end. unfortunately, she is discovered to be a girl, and is sent away to the Lawson Peabody School for fine ladies in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the end of the first books and the second book is mainly about school&lt;br /&gt;NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confess, i cried in the next book. not throw down the pillow and weep dramatically kind, but when i was reading jaimy's letters to jacky after she ran away thinking that he was in love with another girl, tears just ran down. it was so sad. sure, i felt that way during the domestic goddess, and was close to tears, but it didn't come in the end., the only story that has made me feel this way was this. and when jacky was imprisoned, for like the thrid time, and the part where she finally understood that it was all a misunderstanding, and the couple had to talk to one another through the bars of the brig, i just grabbed my pillow, (i was reading on the bed) and sobbed "JAIMY!" i totally didn't know why, but i felt so much like jacky's emotions i just did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; jacky is a strong girl, and even though she is what i will never be, i can still try to own her courage and her wit. i can never be jacky, but she can be my role model. this is the knid of book that i admire, and that i hope to write. i want to move people and make them feel whatever the character is feeling, because that is what a good book does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to write like L.A. Meyer, who is an old man, but managed to capture a young girl's soul.  but meanwhile, i must be like jacky, who gets herself out of her own self-created mess to emerge more resilent and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first trial i had was dance night, and all i lived for that awful night was my three minutes and forty six seconds on stage. the entire night just sucked, and i did not emerge all the better. my curiosity and meddlesome nature is the bane of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i will never be like jacky faber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why follow the school given book list when you can learn better lessons and meet better characters and experience better fantasies? read the following books during the holidays, and you will have a helluva time. guranteed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody Jack, L.A. Meyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Curse of the Blue Tattoo, L.A. Meyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the Jolly Roger, L.A. Meyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Extraordinary and Unusual Adventures of Horatio Lyle, Catherine Webb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Howl's Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catherine, Called Birdy, Karen Cushman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ouran High Host Club manga, Bisco Hatori&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114939853344194634?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114939853344194634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114939853344194634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114939853344194634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114939853344194634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-dancing-disasters-and-jaimy.html' title='OF DANCING DISASTERS AND JAIMY FLETCHER.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114923410275331255</id><published>2006-06-02T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:41:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>je deteste ma soeur</title><content type='html'>new skin, i named it one big mess, because that is what it seems to be. one big-fugging-mess. anyway, i am in a really bad mood today. all for a number of reasons. i knwo i have trigger happy mood swings, but i ain't that bad yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: juzzy's link is -sodapop. CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are the reasons, so don't say that i am going mad if i start yelling at the mention of the following topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i didn't do the picture on this skin properly, if you look closely, well, not that close, arse, you will see that brandon's torso is misaligned with the green day people. and that the paranoia words that i put below are severely un-halved, so that my blogging space is significantly smaller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the msn server seems to have a problem just when i am finally online at the same time with juzzyroo. and that sucks. sucks shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and this is they reason why i am in the mostest bad mood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY UNDESERVING SISTER IS GOING TO WATCH GREASE THE MUSICAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS TOTALLY UNFAIR. SHE IS A NITWIT, AND WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THE PLOT. HER COMPANY IS WANTED WITH MY AUNT AND UNCLE FOR THE MUSICAL SO THAT SHE CAN ENTERTAIN MY LITTLE COUSIN. IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN'T DO IT! IN FACT, I HAVE BETTER MORAL VALUES AND I AM FAR MORE INTELLIGENT THAN HER, SO OBVIOUSLY I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THERE. SHE WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THE BLOODY PLOT AT ALL. JUST BECAUSE SHE LOOKS PRETTY, WEARS PINK ALL THE TIME, SHE GETS TO GO. OH WHY? BECAUSE SHE LOOKS GOOD. OH WITH HER LONG BLACK HAIR SHE IS SO VAIN ABOUT, AND HER DELICATE PINK HEELS, SHE IS THE EPITOME OF BRITNEY-3-ALBUMS AGO. WELL, JSU BECAUSE I WEAR BLACK ALL THE TIME, AND YOU CAN'T SEE MY FACE PROPERLY DUE TO MY HAIR, DOES NOT MEAN THAT I AM UNDESERVING. THIS IS UNFAIR. THIS IS FACIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,jmrtuuoiiunvge yieortuyiomyriournvyioutioeuvyoieu nuyiounvii ouytieuyoieruyturyiourtjhnk,vjopilngfeguerjto;reitpoilkj'pret[r[yrltljk;'po[sofq\w[tferuytjy;lm.,m p9809j3m4t;oigreut8043[lmlkhgeltgdmgbmcklhgfln;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;';]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[aso[oeng e;ligm peigy3pr0-305j098g5oilkj;lk,hh153fh45fju56gfkiyui5uyiyui4yu4bjh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, that made me feel way better, and i shall not think of it anymore. i haven't bathed yet, shouldn't that be a more pressing matter?haha. anyway, on my way home from cheer today, i saw JUJU. and she loooked so cute in shorts and all roxy gear. i hate roxy, but ju is THE roxy girl. and also on my way home, i saw this twohill wannabe. angie and i are having a convo via sms about that. his hair wasn't messed up enough though. this is how the perfect punk kid should look like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporeidol.com/paul.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/Paul-Twohill.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/Paul-Twohill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg, he's only 17 plus. and with such a great voice. leeme check how old johnathan is. 23?! he looks so young. anyway, these two guys are everyone's hot favourite now, and i don't think that maina ia going to sizzle out anytime soon because they have the best voices, without a doubt. only that johnny boy needs an image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GASP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is dance night tomorrow people! we must not let our stunt fall. i must remember to remind ana and eleanbor to stand closer, run away for the pendulum before it hits me, and do a nice toe touch. ohohoh, and iron my uniform. i am not really excited at all, to tell the truth, it feels normal. which is a good thing, becuase it means that i have no stage fright at all. i shall have to go and do my wire flowers for all my pretty cheerleader lovelies. let's see if i can name all 19 of the squad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;norine, my these two partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ana, her base for 2 stunts, and the screwyournose person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ele, always worrying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yvelyn, she's the man, whatveer it means lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;angie, who is very senpai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eunice, mayoniece. haha. the one dimple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;venelyn, who likes rolling down stairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;claud, my fellow hat-ter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cynthia, the one who started the MONKEY thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jane, who always gives pressies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ameila, the spirits are always with you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dewi, rotation flyer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nat chan, prone to making odd noises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felicia, FOOD PROVIDER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jill, whi apparently knows paul twohill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;michelle michael. long armed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alyssa, the alyssa who knows the alyssa that i know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phyillcia, EX-SER-CUSE-SA ME, the coffee shop auntie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ME.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay, i named all my pretty cheerleaders! I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am not going to do the english thing because i do not have my old copy. i don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, wherever all my cheerleaders are, GOOD LUCK AND SLEEP EARLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now a message to my ouran lovelies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they have ouran till 7 in english! 8 is still not out in chinese. and the anime is great, go watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;youtube seems to have a problem. look at what they put up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL YOUR VIDEO ARE BELONG TO US.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: No, we haven't been hacked. Get a sense of humor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UPDATE 2: Apparently we can't spel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UPDATE 3: Please stop calling the office, we're trying to work in here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;are they funny or what? at least some people i know(technically, youtube and i have never met, but you get the drift) have a sense of humor and know how to react in situations with a snappy retort. i am surrounded by lower life forms. save me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114923410275331255?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114923410275331255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114923410275331255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114923410275331255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114923410275331255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/je-deteste-ma-soeur.html' title='je deteste ma soeur'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114916362049376093</id><published>2006-06-01T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:07:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise rachy didn't link me.&lt;br /&gt;will probably never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114916362049376093?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114916362049376093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114916362049376093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114916362049376093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114916362049376093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-realise-rachy-didnt-link-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114916193855987364</id><published>2006-06-01T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:38:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180th post!</title><content type='html'>is 180 a good number? well, it'd better be, it's the number of posts i have so far on my blog. tiring day today, thank godness i am not a permanent member of dance or else i shall just die from all the nitpicking mrs zailee gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance takes such a long time to rehearse blah blah blah, it's a wonder they get anything done at all. so we cheerleaders we fooling about in the "holding room", munching on felicia's generosity of sweets, and eleanor is just panicking behind me. i was reading curse of the blue tattoo, the book i was raving about last post. i have finally finished it, and it rocks shit. too bad that is the second book, so i have to go and get the first book. i want to know how the jacky and jaimy thing started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, miss tiru bought us drinks, which was really nice of her. anyway, we were fooling about during the time we were trying to decide on our final pose, angie, the fan of my mop, (if you didn't get that, ut roughly translates to one who enjoys styling ,my hair, like JANE) stared messing it up, and i showed her my twohill impersonation. and bloody hell, i did look like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to look like Paul Twohill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get braces. If you don't have 'em, don't bother trying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get short hair. which i have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then sweep your bangs, preferably long ones, over your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweep the sides of your hair in front, making sure they look like little spikes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hunch a little and stick your your lower lip!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i could post a picture of myself doing that, i really would. HARDY HARHAR. i seem to have run out of things to blog about. PHEW. oh yes, i remebered what i wanted to say. all the men i adore on screen and in books seem to have blonder hair and purple eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;legolas - i know JRR tolkien describes him as a blue eyed boy, but if you look into his eyes at the closeup during the two towers, his eyes are unmistakably violet. COOL, no?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lestat- lestat THE VAMPIRE&gt; or the vampire lestat as he likes to call himself. the classique violet eyed oone &lt;em&gt;Il est tres belle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tamaki suou - the prince of the host club! blonde and violet eyes. check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well. i guess that is about it. hardly anyone worth talking to is online. sheesh. my social life has fallen into disrepair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;justine ong, michelle liew, rachel fan and pauline leong have a date with me to watch pirates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just have this uncanny feeling that they will all forget. i don't know why. it is just so depressing. and i will be more left out then usual. partly because mish juzzy and rachy seem to have it better off then me. nothing anyone says can allay my fears, i believe that they have their foundations in stone. i can tell the way they look at me, like the way i can almost seem to read somebody's reactions. it's true, and i ain't being melodramatic. i will never get to wear my killers shirt, which i promised the people who bought it it will only be for special event, and thsi one is real special, and with my studded belt and my cowboy boots a la Brokeback mountain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's just like me, to be forgotten. i am used to it, but i never thought that rejection will be so hard among friends. i could be thinking to much, but then again, maybe not. i won't have any mish tagging to ask what's wrong, because she never drops by. i might as well be talking to the wall when i blog, i don't know why i enjoy blogging so much. i swear this is going to make me cry, but i have to put on a brave front because like Mary "Bloody Jacky" Faber, my much beloved heroine in my seafaring tales, because brave is what i intend to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;only that i am Vanessa "Bloody Hell" Lim, and that does NOT sound good at all. i will just have to get used to my blank life. maybe one day during our P6 reunion 10 years later, i will arrive with my long waited prince-charming-with-a-cockney-accent hanging on me, and maybe things will be different. i started out this post happily, but now it ends the other way. why does this seem to happen everytime i post about the animale farm?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;such is the life i lead; misery and joy in the same gulp of vodka lime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114916193855987364?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114916193855987364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114916193855987364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114916193855987364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114916193855987364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/06/180th-post.html' title='180th post!'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114908830861736002</id><published>2006-05-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:11:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM A TWOHILL FAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TWOHILL!&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/8687631-114908830861736002?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114908830861736002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114908830861736002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114908830861736002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114908830861736002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-heard-it-here-first-i-am-twohill.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114908712883034030</id><published>2006-05-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:52:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am online finnaly, after half a boring hour of watching my loser sister check her non existent email. i made a nice blogskin today, and i am going to tinypic to host it. i went to the library and i borrowed a whooping seven books, because they are allowing you to double your loan limit, and that is just EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just finished Dating Hamlet by Lisa Fielding, i must be the only one who reads shakespeare. Ophelia rocks, i now understand the whole Ophelia Immortal thing in Blackwood Farm. Oh so you don't know what i am talking about. GET A LIFE will ya? it's not me, it's you. READ. try Curse of the Blue Tattoo by L.A. Meyer. it is a pirate girl story, rather like Pagan series by Catherine Jinks. Only that this one has a more featured romance and a better plot, less slapstick. i am beginning to like Jaimy already. i totally can be a book reviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dead tired after cheer, and plus there is a ton of holiday homework , and the debate thing to do for mrs stevens. i am usually a good girl, but this time i think i am going to procrasinate because i do not care a dick andyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i made this nice thing for the animal faarm, a select few, so don't be jealous if you don't get it. but then again, no one is jealous of anything that involves me. i digress. getting back to the point, i made it for the people i feel that i am losing... it's strange that that happens. maybe they are too COOL for me, a little nerd. but i cannot help feeling left out when it is all juzzy mish and rachy, it's like i never existed. it is very hard for me to swallow, because i love the farm too dang much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing the farm for so long, you think my conversations with them will have less awkward silences. but i seem to feel more comfortable with people like yeewon and floss, knowing them better this year has lessened my sec one depression, although i may just fall in it again. knowing myself, perhaps a little too well, i ahve the tendency to suffer from severe mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD, someone switched my sister's hot water off. she deserves it, fugging little thing. she thinks the blogger window is a chat line. God help her. so she complains to my mother and she comes hankering after me. my MOM IS SHOUTING AT ME. and my uncle is going to get annoyed soon and i will not be able to use the internet. just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114908712883034030?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114908712883034030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114908712883034030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114908712883034030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114908712883034030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-online-finnaly-after-half-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114898879684482435</id><published>2006-05-30T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:33:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched they preview for episode 9 of ouran. it's  a great pity they didn't show the part where hani honey and the hitachins dress up as girls, if they maul that scene, i swear i am going to kill lunar anime. i am online now, &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;, and blogskins does not seem to work, so i cannot see they downloading ratings for my black and white skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet gave me quite a scare again yesterday, it just disconnected itself. everyone else just seems to have sane and stable internet connection but mine just goes kooky. seems like eveything goes dysfuntioncal around me. that isn't anything new by the way. one great example is my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied harder than i have ever studied in my short years in secondary school and i have finally pulled myself out of the thirtes in the class rankings, but my brain and my ambitions seem to have reprogrammed themselves. normally, i would have been very happy, but now, i feel totally depressed. 29/40 seems like end of the world. WHEREAS ANTHEA GOT 11. taking no offence, but i cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just me coming to terms that i will never be an accomplished actress or writer and that i will never win my first oscar (for best actress or best screenplay) ever. WHY? for the plain fact that i think that i have no talent whatsoever, and that i live in singapore and that even though i do not require financial assisitance as mrs tan seem to think so, it is extremely clear and plain to me that my parents will never be able to fund me to go to britain. they still have my sister's education and my grandmother is not exactly aging with grace. so most likely even though i can qualify for JC, and especially ACJC, i will just have to go to Ngee Ann Poly and do Mass Comm, or Theatre Film and Sound because they are the nearest to my dreams that i can get, and get a job QUICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or work after JC. this is all SO DEPRESSING. i realise i sound extremely melodramatic. perhaps this is the way my mind works. sometimes i think that i think too much. like i will take any little event that i have been through or witnessed, and think and think about it, subconcuiously i write compositions or blog entries.  there is something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking today that i hardly speak to rachy and mish and paul and juzzy anymore. indact i never speak to paul. all that rachy talks to me about is "can you help me buy baked rice?" and all that juzzt ever says is "are you going for dance?" and all that mish ever says is to curse TPY and tells me to go to the loo with her. friendships like tresure so much have degraded to such a state, a pity. i can have a longer conversation online with avril than with any of them. so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle says that the librarian told him that the DEAR (&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;rop &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verthing &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ead) scheme which lets you borrow double your borrow capacity is on again! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that seems all that my life revolves around now. ouran high, blogging, cheer, sleep, sara lee chocolate pound cake and going to the library, and of course packing my room which i absolutely detest. what a pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114898879684482435?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114898879684482435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114898879684482435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114898879684482435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114898879684482435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-watched-they-preview-for-episode.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114891056508326714</id><published>2006-05-29T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:49:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have finally moved back to my dear theparanoia premises.&lt;br /&gt;a few things have happened since my last post, &lt;em&gt;which is obvious, really,&lt;/em&gt;  and so i shall blog. that didn't make sense. &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt; i don't make sense half the time, it's a-okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have finally watched x men three, the last stand. it was way good, due to the fact &lt;em&gt;(spoilers ahead!)&lt;/em&gt;  that that screwed up dickhead cyclops dies in the first five minutes and wolverine and jean grey do actually make out in this one, the scene is fabulously HOT. and there is the long awaited showdown of bobby drake aka iceman VS. pyro, and the FX rocks shit. hmm,, what elese? ooh, the love triangle between iceman and shadowcat and rouge should have been cut. OOOH, and professer X dies. it was very sad. the movie went along too fast for my delight, but it was quite okay, though having bryan singer as the director would have been better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have finally discovered that i have an inane obsession with comic book to movie adaptations. which would explain why i nearly cried at the superman trailer. I am so sorry that i almost cried. i mean, i never cried at anything but lord of the rings and &lt;em&gt;shh, i am so embarrssed&lt;/em&gt;  a SMALL TEENY WEENY scene of the cinderella story. the plot ROCKS, and superman is whatever i have always thought superman to be, so this is a must watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss talking to mike and bradley, why in the heck they haven't been online? i need to continue my conversation of sheep rapers and the movies singapore hasn't received yet. mike went to watch the da vinci code, lucky him,  and i need to know what happened NOW. &lt;em&gt;am i a movie buff or what? and no, i am not boy crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot i totally forgot to mention that warren worthington aka angel in x men is totally cool! haha. i know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BLOODY HELL, i just died on runescape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114891056508326714?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114891056508326714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114891056508326714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114891056508326714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114891056508326714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-finally-moved-back-to-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114870796544687099</id><published>2006-05-27T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:32:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching ouran episode eight now, i cannot believe that the series has gotten so far with the anime and yet the manga is at a standstill!&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt; BISCO HATORI!&lt;br /&gt;the beach thingy is even nicer with colours.&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin is over here today, and my sister thinks that she is like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it's really getting on my nerves. my lilttle cousin is merely too cute for her own good. dang, has the host club finished downloading yet?&lt;br /&gt;ooh, yes a bit. the Kyoya and Haruhi bed part looks oddly sick in anime, SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, it's not anything sick. no contact if you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;the part were tama hugs haru is way sweet.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so if you don't know why this is all about, go watch the bloody thing and stop thinking i am a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114870796544687099?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114870796544687099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114870796544687099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114870796544687099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114870796544687099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/watching-ouran-episode-eight-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114856546067334678</id><published>2006-05-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:57:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;the bloody thing is finally over, no more sucking away minutes of my precious life... No, I am not talking about Dance Night, it is the bloody carnival that tattering teo jing ling organised. &lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people feel sad that our class did not win the games thing, personally I am not too depressed. I did my part and that chapter is OVER. So we can just do better next time, no point brooding on about it. PFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;OOH&lt;br /&gt;val gave me the URL to the vid this regi person put on her and alyssa. BLOODY FUNNY. No, i am not giving you the URL. HA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had better go to yeewon's blog to watch fallout boy or she will pester me again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Blog some other time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114856546067334678?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114856546067334678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114856546067334678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114856546067334678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114856546067334678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/whoosh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114838412441130019</id><published>2006-05-23T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:35:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>V. HUNGRY, shuttling back and forth to the dindin table and my uncle's room, where food is sadly disallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I discovered how much i detest LD.&lt;br /&gt;I went into the LD room and was overcome by the pungent smell of old socks, which seems to persist the room even after the air con is switched on.&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw miss chow, who upset me by not wearing a BRA! Argh, this was very traumatising. Maybe she is learning from zoe.&lt;br /&gt;And then that VIC was late, and Mag sided with her. I think Mag is in love with VIC. They were holding hands for LORD's sake. It was way gross.&lt;br /&gt;And VIC was acting like the boss of everything, just because she is the best dancer, BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THAT ROLE BELONGS TO ME, ZOE. YOU APPOINTED ME, AND NOW JUST BECAUSE THIS GIRL LICKS YOUR BOOTS, AND IS IN CONSTANT AWE, IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU CAN TAKE IT AWAY. AND VIC, YOU SUCK. JUST TO CLIMB YOUR PUNY WAY UP THE LADDER OF GLORY, YOU MAKE PEOPLE HATE YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BON DIEU, I AM TOO PISSED TO POST ANYMORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114838412441130019?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114838412441130019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114838412441130019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114838412441130019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114838412441130019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/v.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114821911443120350</id><published>2006-05-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:00:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having a nice conversation with bradley, another of my rune friends, who has evidently forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;Am i that forgettable?&lt;br /&gt;by the way, by reading this convo,you are agreeing not to tell anyone of what transpired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: AHHHHHH. Do you remeber me?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: nope lol&lt;br /&gt;You: HEH, guessed so. Ravynflower from Runescape.&lt;br /&gt;LOL you still play?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: yes&lt;br /&gt;You: Pffbt, never see you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Rune's beginning to get boring.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: soe noob just came and asked: give me your armour for free please    and i was wearing full sara&lt;br /&gt;You: LOL. tsk, noobs&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: the chat and trade options should contain "no noobs only" selection&lt;br /&gt;You: that's mean. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;but noobs are weird.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: i know&lt;br /&gt;You: TOTALLY   █   &lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: i was never a noob, i was level 50 when i left tutorial island...&lt;br /&gt;You: WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just get a new account.&lt;br /&gt;and do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: joking&lt;br /&gt;i was a noob once&lt;br /&gt;You: TSK.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: i used to think 5gp was heaps&lt;br /&gt;You: me too.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like OOH&lt; FREE MONEY ON THE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;have you watched x3? has it come out over on your side of the world?&lt;br /&gt;  █   &lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: yes it has&lt;br /&gt;ages ago&lt;br /&gt;You: sheesh. asia is so slow. it comes out next week.&lt;br /&gt;did you watch it? i'm dying too.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: yea i have seen it&lt;br /&gt;realy good&lt;br /&gt;You: AW.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: well in asia dont they have to translate it first?&lt;br /&gt;You: HEH it's in english. loads of other people think that we can't speak english properly.&lt;br /&gt;ain't i quite fluent? &lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: well if i start using slang u wont understand a thing...&lt;br /&gt;You: i guess they have to put subtitles and it takes ages in singapore to decide what parts to censor.&lt;br /&gt;OOH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;well, try me.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: hmmm... rofl cant thing o' anyting 2 write&lt;br /&gt;do u no what FUCK means?&lt;br /&gt;You: YES.&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i use it.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: ya bloody wanker&lt;br /&gt;You: EH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;fuckwit.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: knobcheese&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, type something&lt;br /&gt;You: never heard that one, you bloody asshole.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! &lt;br /&gt;ur asian right?&lt;br /&gt;You: YEP.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP! NIP!NIP! NIP! NIP! &lt;br /&gt;You: what's NIP? that's so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: NIP is what we call Asians to pay them out&lt;br /&gt;You: anyway, how OLD are you? should you even be saying these things?&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;so what does NIP stand for?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: like New Zealanders are Sheep Rapers and gay people are Queers&lt;br /&gt;You: SHEEP RAPERS?&lt;br /&gt;LOL now that is funny.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: they rape sheep   █   &lt;br /&gt;You: ew that's just gross.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: they get along VERY well with sheep... hence the nick name for them&lt;br /&gt;they have heaps of sheep farmers&lt;br /&gt;You: haa, maybe TOO well.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, australia too.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: because of so many sheep farms we Australians made that up&lt;br /&gt;You: my geography teacher used to live in australia.&lt;br /&gt;he once was offered to buy a sheep farm the size of singapore&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: www.cdc.gov/nip&lt;br /&gt;You: go there?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: ok, maybe wrong site lol&lt;br /&gt;You: yes, i tried.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: its all about diseases and stuff&lt;br /&gt;You: and?&lt;br /&gt;dieases about WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: look up on google the words "nip asian"&lt;br /&gt;www.google.com&lt;br /&gt;You: okay, this had better be good.&lt;br /&gt;HEY i do know what google is.&lt;br /&gt;  █   &lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: lol8&lt;br /&gt;You: nope, nothing on asians.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: ddddddaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;You: all i got was porn featuring jessica alba's chest&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: i would like to see!&lt;br /&gt;You: OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;are you one of those who are totally in love with her?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: nope&lt;br /&gt;You: PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. has pirates of the caribbean come out yet?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: like last year...&lt;br /&gt;You: nonono, the second movie.&lt;br /&gt;dead man's chest&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: oh yeah that one&lt;br /&gt;yes it came out last week&lt;br /&gt;You: watched it?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: nope&lt;br /&gt;You: aww.&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: nah out tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: like last year...&lt;br /&gt;You: nonono, the second movie.&lt;br /&gt;dead man's chest&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: oh yeah that one&lt;br /&gt;yes it came out last week&lt;br /&gt;You: watched it?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: nope&lt;br /&gt;You: aww.&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: nah out tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;comes in cinemas tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You: damn, you are so bloody lucky.&lt;br /&gt;i have to wait a month.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: lol&lt;br /&gt;You: pffbt.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: do u have the sow "medium" in 3d yet?&lt;br /&gt;show*&lt;br /&gt;You: nope. never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;just interested, what's the time over there now?&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: it's a regular tv show that is in 3d and u wear cool glasses to watch it&lt;br /&gt;You: i mean where you are.&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: 11:07 PM&lt;br /&gt;You: it's 9.37pm here, i guess we're not to far away.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: i guess not...&lt;br /&gt;well i'm going to go now&lt;br /&gt;You: okays.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: need some sleep for school tomorrow i guess&lt;br /&gt;You: see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;haha me too.&lt;br /&gt;bradley-007@hotmail.com: see ya&lt;br /&gt;You: au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH mike is online. toaday is totally my meet-with-faraway-people day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: michael hunter. do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: ye from runescape but call me mike plz&lt;br /&gt;You: hey okay.&lt;br /&gt;  █   &lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: so hws u?&lt;br /&gt;You: my rune is finally working, but i haven't seen you though.&lt;br /&gt;fine, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;finally quit french.&lt;br /&gt;conjugasion was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: kk yeah ive not been on for like a month or 2&lt;br /&gt;You: exams?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: no not realy we dont get exams till next year but weve had some maths tests wat age ar u again?&lt;br /&gt;You: 14 now, you?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: oh rite im only 13&lt;br /&gt;You: when's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: have u had ur birthday this year?&lt;br /&gt;You: yup, in april.&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: oh rite so ure only months older than me then mines in in november #&lt;br /&gt;You: haha.&lt;br /&gt;november what?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: 29th&lt;br /&gt;where do u live again?&lt;br /&gt;You: singapore.&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: scotland   █   &lt;br /&gt;You: OOH.&lt;br /&gt;the land of kilts.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: is singapore in japan? (is he stupid or what? singapore in japan?)&lt;br /&gt;You: OH GOSH no. haha. we're this little red dot on the map, just below malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: lol i do japanese karate so i can count 2 10 and say hello and bye&lt;br /&gt;You: haha. &lt;br /&gt;japanese KARATE?&lt;br /&gt;you learn?&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: yep&lt;br /&gt;You: whoa.&lt;br /&gt;do you have manga or anime over there?&lt;br /&gt;BTW, what's the time on your side?&lt;br /&gt;ike2_10@msn.com: no&lt;br /&gt;get pokemon an all that though lolz&lt;br /&gt;You: POKEMON! LOL it's everywhere. it's EVILLLLL&lt;br /&gt;lol joking&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: a kin a watched it when i was younger though&lt;br /&gt;You: me too.&lt;br /&gt;pikachu and ash ketchum and all that.&lt;br /&gt;mike2_10@msn.com: wat about dragon ball z?&lt;br /&gt;You: yup, we have that.&lt;br /&gt;Yu-Gi-Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all. i want to concentrate on talking to val and mike and mish at the same time so gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114821911443120350?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114821911443120350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114821911443120350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114821911443120350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114821911443120350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/having-nice-conversation-with-bradley.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114801620566482629</id><published>2006-05-19T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:23:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOT IN A SINGLE MASS DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE CARES, SO I WILL NOT.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ALREADY MADE A BLOODY EFFORT TO LEARN THE STEPS. YOU DON'T WANT ME IN, FINE, I SHALL NOT GO IN. &lt;br /&gt;FINE FINE FINE FINE FINE&lt;br /&gt;JUST BRILLANT.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY BRILLANT.&lt;br /&gt;JOW CORKING.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT ME OUT, I WILL GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;WITH GRACE I WILL LEAVE THE STAGE.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL LEAVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114801620566482629?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114801620566482629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114801620566482629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801620566482629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801620566482629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-not-in-single-mass-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114801601670631249</id><published>2006-05-19T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:20:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FALL OUT BOY LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance, Dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's no good with words but I'm worse&lt;br /&gt;Barely stuttered out&lt;br /&gt;"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Weighed down with words too over-dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's "it can't get much worse" &lt;br /&gt;Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;br /&gt;These words are all I have so I'll write them&lt;br /&gt;So you need them just to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Whispered:] We're going into D-Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;Dance, this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always fold just before you're found out&lt;br /&gt;Drink up its last call&lt;br /&gt;Last resort&lt;br /&gt;But only the first mistake and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;br /&gt;These words are all I have so I'll write them&lt;br /&gt;So you need them just to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you show me the little bit of spine&lt;br /&gt;You've been saving for his mattress, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;Dance, this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you show me the little bit of spine&lt;br /&gt;You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)&lt;br /&gt;I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)&lt;br /&gt;Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)&lt;br /&gt;Dance this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114801601670631249?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114801601670631249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114801601670631249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801601670631249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801601670631249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/fall-out-boy-lyrics-dance-dance-she.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114801588350146691</id><published>2006-05-19T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:18:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUST A FRIENDLY OBSERVATION&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHARLYNNIE CANNOT DANCE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114801588350146691?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114801588350146691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114801588350146691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801588350146691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801588350146691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-friendly-observation-dharlynnie.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114801505670966818</id><published>2006-05-19T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:17:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in the classroom now. Techincally, the computer could not even be on, much less with me using it, but you cannot put me in a room with computers and not have me switch on one sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are very numb, perhaps I havce been in the cold too long. maybe I will warm up soon. Damn itm=, there's cheer later. But i didn't to log on to talk about cheer. i logged on to talk abotu how Bad this day was, which in my opinion is the main point of having a blog, so you wax lyrical about when ever and whereever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began quite well, I finally got the bloody long awaited A1 for maths. But wait, this is me you are talking a bout and as far as i know, i am the most dysfunctional person ever and I have resigned to the fact that i can never ever have, an ordinary life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst didn't come yet. I didn't fail science, which is a good thing. the thing that got me was LIT. yes, lit, my favourite subject. I thougght that nothing would go wrong. But well, i was wrong. I got a C6, and that is very depressing.. Although it is partly my fault, largely lies on Miss Chye is the blame. She is my Dolores Umbridge and I swear to God that i will one day do what harry and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit, i hate Lianne. Anne and i are using the fugging interenet and she refuses to let us shut the door. and she's being such a bitch. she thinks so bloody highly of herself, that she can dance etc, but in real fact she is bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do that so some PEOPLE would not walk past and sneak a little looky. I guess I will have to post soon. Cheer will start in a while i think. Anyway, I have dropped out of the Cats performance in the mass dance because Val says that there are too many people. But do i care? NO. in fact, i was rather glad that i don't have to learn the fugging dance with them, especially that poodle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, i have nothing to do in the mass dance. yes, dropping out is alright, one word will free you. But, NOW I AM NOT IN ANY MASS DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to change a compue\twe, detection is less obvious on this one. however, the keybor\ards\ id\s more awful than ever and i am having a rather hard time. And on the down side, i am being lulled by the dulcent tone \s of valerie talking and yelling as I am typing this. The class, is as usual, very extremely chaotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? oh yes, mass dance. I am now not in any dance at all. Too bad for the class, only too good for me to be the saboteur og the class mass dance. Ooh, evil. I like it. Bloody hell, my eyes hurt like hell. shit, they really do hurt a lot. anyway. I don't know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expanding on my lit point just now, i think my sore eyes are due to the fact I sobbed and wept and threw a hissy fit. i hardly cry but i suppose there is a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you understand the post I just typed? If that is any comfort, I didn't understand it at all either. I hate everyone now. Don't know why. I am foinf hysterical. nouglk sdngkjrshgrbfdj. Some one save me! i would like to yhank the following people before I pop my clogs and go insane from the pressure that i am under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTELLA, for letting my\e cry on her piafore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAS, for crying with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOSS, for loaning me her Catherine Fisher and her Charlie bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEA, for being thea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLAD, for abusing miss chye so hotly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And veryone else who were there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114801505670966818?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114801505670966818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114801505670966818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801505670966818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114801505670966818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-in-classroom-now.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114766930781423304</id><published>2006-05-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:01:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iF YOU REALLY HAVE AN INTEREST IN WHAT AN IDIOT LIKE ME IS SAYING, SCROLL DOWN AND READ FROM THE FIRST POST FROM TODAY UP OR ELSE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND A WORD I AM SAYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114766930781423304?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114766930781423304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114766930781423304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766930781423304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766930781423304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-you-really-have-interest-in-what.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114766914468041140</id><published>2006-05-15T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:59:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAVING A BLOODY INFURIATING CONVO WITH ELIZA TAN.&lt;br /&gt;ah_tan92@hotmail.com : haiz&lt;br /&gt;nvm...&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;ur blog velly boring leh&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i don't know wht you talking&lt;br /&gt;You: BECAUSE YOUR INTELLECTUAL CAPABILITY IS TOO LOW.&lt;br /&gt;don't undertand what?&lt;br /&gt;ah_tan92@hotmail.com : can't be help&lt;br /&gt;wht bonnie this bonnie tht&lt;br /&gt;You: BOONE YOU IDIOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GAWD, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BON DIEU&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I DON'T NEED TELLING THAT MY BLOG IS BORING.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I AM A LOT MORE DEPRESSED ABOUT BOONE.,&lt;br /&gt;THE POOR GUY DIED FOR OTHERS AND HE IS BEING CALLED BONNIE.&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114766914468041140?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114766914468041140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114766914468041140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766914468041140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766914468041140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/having-bloody-infuriating-convo-with.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114766863040172004</id><published>2006-05-15T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:50:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh I am bloody bored. Trying to eat lunch and running back and forth to the computer.Have this like stomachache but who cares. Dammit, will have to pack my room later. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWOWOWOWOWOW. Stomach ache not any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been considering POLY or JC. Yes, I knowit's too early, but i like to know where i am heading in life. Of course everyone at home expects JC, and then I'll move to Briatin to accquire and accent and hopefully go to Guildhall, but after watching Lost, the plane crashes have knida scared me, and i am considering options in Singapore. I will o to Ngee Anb Poly if i am really going to one. There's Magnum Force, which i want to join, and scholarships, and of couse, Mass Comm, which sounds very appealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I won't mind Poly at all. But i have this desire to get a guy who acts and is in movies(so he can get me in) and with a Brit accent. Doh. Preferably Daniel Radcliffe. I did not just say that. Okay, i did, BUT IT"S THE TRUTH. I am so sorry if i disappointed you. Orlando Bloom is lightyears away. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore the pingings my computer is making as people IM me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I seriously need to stop procrasinating and get down to eating lunch and packing my room. Found a site with great cheer uniform catalouges. Click&lt;a href="http://varsity.com"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114766863040172004?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114766863040172004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114766863040172004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766863040172004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766863040172004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/sheesh-i-am-bloody-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114766664286805753</id><published>2006-05-15T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:17:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. I found this great Host Club fanfic on the Hitachin twins, plus i uploaded my new skin. Chech it out and tell me how you think. Especially Avril, Mish and Yeewon. Tell me about the fanfic and the skin. Sorr if I didn't mention you, I guess you weren't worth it. Anyway, tell me about those. Tag me. If you guys do ever come online. And if I didn't mention you, just tell me about it anyway. I was joking. Well, maybe not. Click &lt;a href="http://hitachintwins.blogspot.com"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The url's http://hitachintwins.blogspot.com, in case the link doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOONE DIED. sigh. read the post after this if you don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114766664286805753?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114766664286805753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114766664286805753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766664286805753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766664286805753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114766446413959931</id><published>2006-05-15T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:41:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;BOONE DIED.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that didn't mean much to you but it did a lot to me, the fact that Boone died. Boone, by the way, is Shannon's stepbrother on Lost. He loves her when he was not supposed to, being her stepbrother, but he's very protective. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why the part where Boone says to Jack that "I'm all mashed up inside. I know I am going to die. let me go Jack. Let me go. Tell Shannon, tell Shannon..." he never got his last words out, keeps replaying in my head. Well, that just bloody depresses me. I am watching too much Lost. i am getting far too engrossed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i can see Boone, face bloodied, shadows of flames flickering over his handsome face, and Jack close too tears. Hell, it just depresses me. I have never cried at movies, save 2. Lord Of the Rings, where Frodo and Sam are on Mt. Doom, watching the lava flow down and engulf them. Laugh all you want, but i cried there in the cinema as Frodo and Sam think about all the things they would have been if they did not give their lives up. AND NO, FRODO AND SAM ARE NOT GAY. &lt;i&gt; Brokeback Hobbits?? &lt;/i&gt; I cried at Cinderella Story, where Hilary Duff's character watches her story played out by the stepsisters. Sheesh, that was weird. I don't know why I cried, but i just did. i have never cried watching a TV serial though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Boone got me thinking. And crying. Would I let my life go so easily? Boone had his whole life in front of him. Boone had so many things to live for.He had Shannon to look after. But he was willing to let life go. He died for Locke, believing in the power of the Island. I take comfort in the fact that he managed to get transmisson from the Beechcraft. There's now hope that they may live, and get off the island.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boone died, Boone died, Boone died.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this at 9.25pm on Sunday 14 May. Will insert into blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Boone died. How can he die? How can the simple fact that he died depress me so much?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not because of my fondness for Josh Holloway, who plays Boone. I mean if Orlando Bloom should die in one of his movies, I wouldn't care a dick. But this just depresses me. Boone died. and mind you, it's not JOSH died. It's BOONE DIED. i can't get over it. Boone died. And what makes it worse is that Claire delievers her baby. And the ending where they show Jack telling Shannon, flashing back to everyone cooing over Claire's kid. Boone died at the moment Clarie had a baby. A life for a life. Divine recarination? Maybe it's Boone's death that allowed the baby to live. Maybe it's the power of the island. boone died. This is a poetic moment i love to write in a story. Boone died.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Boone died i could cry again. What if I'm stuck on an island? would i have the bravery to continue living like the characters in Lost? Call me sentimental, call me sensitive, call me weird, but i can't help the fact I don't live in reality. I live in the Tv and in the books. I can't live without those and i can't live now Boone died. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boone died and that sucks. It just does. Boone died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed that last night at 9.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching Lost. I don't know why, but i kept tearing whenever there were the words Your brother. He was brave etc. being saide. It's Boone induced. Oh someone help me. Going to upload my skin. Later. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114766446413959931?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114766446413959931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114766446413959931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766446413959931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114766446413959931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/boone-died.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114750811607263843</id><published>2006-05-13T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T16:15:16.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>i am back, with a new skin. this one is my favourite, because i made it.&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;it's the best ever, i cannot wait for avril's comments so that i can hate her.&lt;br /&gt;joking, well maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;my latest ambition to to finish watching the first season of lost in three days. i mean it's possible, now that exams are totally over. YAY. i have watched the first to third discs, each containing 5 episodes 45 mintues long. HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN GLUED TO THE SCREEN? you do the math. well pffbt, can't go out with the rest to the beach, well, what can i do&gt; have to stay at home and pack my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the pack my room later anyway. but it's a task i enjoy, packing my bookshelf, that's why i always start there first. have some new additions to my collection. i shall have to snuffle around for a while to loacte all my harry potters first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH. and plus i cannot find ella enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch lost if you can though, great story line, jj abrams rule. and jerry bruckheimer of course. Who can forget dear Jerry, who gave the world The Pirates of the Caribbean? Haha. Plus, there's Josh Holloway, which i always something Good. He's Shannon's brother in this serial, that little skank. But he's way better here than in Nip Tuck. He looked like Michael Jackson. Way freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Mohanagon is in this too. If you can't recall, he's Merry in LOTR. And he makes a bloody good rock star-junkie-funnyman in this. Picked up some phrases(bollocks, sodding..) HEH. I just love British accents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again later. Checked out my sources, which say that ouran episode 6 is out. I must catch it. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114750811607263843?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114750811607263843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114750811607263843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114750811607263843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114750811607263843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114733829863952691</id><published>2006-05-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:04:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took a ouran quiz.&lt;br /&gt;are the results suprising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a lot like Haruhi Fujioka!&lt;br /&gt;-Blunt&lt;br /&gt;-Tomboyish&lt;br /&gt;-Independent&lt;br /&gt;-Not overly poor, but not rich&lt;br /&gt;You wish to be more independent, and don't like calling on others for too much help. Constantly mistaken for a boy, its gone so far as to be enough to warrant a host club membership, and to become a favorite! You're kind to others, though you can be overly blunt about some things. You don't care about what people think or say about you. You also don't care much for the whole "Battle of the sexes" thing, or the whole feminist thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE: "It may be convienent to measure people by relative status, but it doesn't tell you much about them..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 other people got this result!&lt;br /&gt;This quiz has been taken 71 times.&lt;br /&gt;37% of people had this result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been online for 5 1/2 hours plusplus my record. not impressive though. pffbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, being the loyal runescape fan i am, i am logging in to try. i change the config or something, and now it's loading. but i daren't hope much. ACK. going to the page to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow eyes hurt, been online too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loding sound effects 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouran loading 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty sweet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh. why is runescape stuck on loading animations 7% ???&lt;br /&gt;gackt. save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh. still there. uh huh. cue the jaws music.&lt;br /&gt;damn shouldn't have chosen the most overpopulated world.&lt;br /&gt;YESH. animations 23% YESHYESHYESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouran 21%. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animations 36%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animations 47%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animations 61%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired, but hafta keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh. animations and ouran stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still stuck.&lt;br /&gt;still still stuck.&lt;br /&gt;uh uh uh uh uh uh NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;oh bloody hell  i should just stop looking. the speed at which i change my screen is hurting my eyes greatly. TCHA. uncle rented LOST for me. maybe i'll go watch. i am doing loads of things that will damage my eyes, haven't taken an eye rest or what crap shit. online for 6 hours. speech delusional, hallucinations are beginning. projectile vomiting will shortly commence. haven't bathed. bleah. boo. pwah. frrh. pffbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loading models 46%&lt;br /&gt;ouran 21%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek ewyh. shgfousrtgnealkhbju;dbk[dpohergfh.trmnvwie0-43ntkjb,hoibgrp[tohoprwjgjnskjghfdhsgbsdljgdkgdfgdfgd&lt;br /&gt;going online for too long makes you crazy. don't know how anne does it.&lt;br /&gt;mnsnvojgbipvkrs;ihriet gm b,cnbjrpoihlkjnyho;gkfpodyo[ptoyry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh runescape unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still unpackingggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;gkdsjgkidfjfhjhkj oduifgiouewr;ojtehfioeugxjb; cpuadiufgioehghxlkcjv;ldkhsd hjpiwp98098043jho8bljljgpojgnwillyoumarrymeorlandongbuiotuyituyioueiuituen nojgierbnnvilovechrispinek;osifpoeitiuoretiertjhnbnviicviuietueutiotibobbydraketheicepopkjdjgoiurkjtngohhjbruuihcharthehotieprincensljufoieurthoeirutirepoutreiutiorejthethioertjesseiwantyoubjkvgifdpugopeiroghewgtier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you catch the random messgaes? i didn't even realise i tyoed phrases in there. FREAKY.5 bucks to the one who finds them all.&lt;br /&gt;the first one is next to jgpojng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;RUNESCAPE SIGN IN.&lt;br /&gt;ilfdjjxlkgdjfgkjdhc,v eiovntvouiugyeruygiuvchrihgcmfugtoieportioeutpoihateevonhwioruoivc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can see RUNE CONVO SCREEN!&lt;br /&gt;YES PLAYING NOW!mervtuehhtyjrhghbvb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114733829863952691?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114733829863952691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114733829863952691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114733829863952691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114733829863952691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/took-ouran-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114733656092984824</id><published>2006-05-11T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:36:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a friendly observation.&lt;br /&gt;when you download stuff, the time takes to download is lessened the longer you wait.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i have been online for five hours, and guess what:&lt;br /&gt;Ouran Koukou Host Club&lt;br /&gt;5% downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;and the cherry on top?&lt;br /&gt;time taken has jumped from 1 h to 2 and a bloody half hour.&lt;br /&gt;this is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog now. &lt;br /&gt;exams over, means cca begins again.&lt;br /&gt;while i am looking for to INTENSIVE cheer training for dance night, the same cannot be said for LD.&lt;br /&gt;one thing, i am really pissed off with the girl that has joined us. &lt;br /&gt;it's some wannabe senior, sec 3 i think  who can dance quite well, is yout typical BBC and is zoe's current favourite. &lt;br /&gt;oh, and she's a councillor.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i have got the lead already, or else who knows what may happen..&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;well, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i like being in the spotlight, even for the wrong reasons. NO, hell no, i did not just say that. okay, so what. well i did and i can't change the fact.sheesh. but i really love the stage, so it's okay, i guess. at least i am not constantly prentnding to laugh loudly at the wrong reasons and having a delayed reaction on purpose to be viewed as a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, a lot of poeple i know cannot wait to unleash their inner blonde. and i cannot stand them, and what is with americans dying their hair black? are they trying to get rid of their fat white and ugly images? i am not doing anything with my hair or my nationality. um, perhaps maybe i shall live in britain after lee kuan yew pops his clogs because you can be sure singapore will be hell after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LKY! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't bathed. ew. heh. something good happened. the percentage is now 12%. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114733656092984824?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114733656092984824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114733656092984824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114733656092984824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114733656092984824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-friendly-observation.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114733361418207205</id><published>2006-05-11T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:46:54.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/contortion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/contortion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as this clearly suggests, contortionists are good cheerleaders. i am sadly, neither.&lt;br /&gt;the person in the photo says her back was OVERflexed. &lt;br /&gt;HEH. wish i could even be flexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/Stunting___Lib_by_fateschance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/Stunting___Lib_by_fateschance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the base is really strong, the flyer looks overweight. for a flyer i mean. and i am not BBC yeah!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/Bow_and_arrow_by_icklemickey_stock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/Bow_and_arrow_by_icklemickey_stock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she rubber or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/_lootus_ja_kulmat__by_hpkcheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/_lootus_ja_kulmat__by_hpkcheer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple, but nice. and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/_heitto__by_hpkcheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/_heitto__by_hpkcheer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a hellish stunt is this? looks like some weird ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/ScorPains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/ScorPains.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an all girls team! and all perfect! ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/SOUTH_BAY.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/SOUTH_BAY.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect scorps everywhere! freaky. and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/my_cheer_stunts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/my_cheer_stunts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american guy cheerleaders are FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;i think i better go before my grandma gets an embolism.&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVERRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114733361418207205?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114733361418207205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114733361418207205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114733361418207205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114733361418207205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-this-clearly-suggests.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114732910186897677</id><published>2006-05-11T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:31:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONLINE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE EXAMS ARE OVER. &lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;I having a rather fun conversation with a robot.&lt;br /&gt;since all my real human friends rather ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;You: HELLO SMARTER CHILD. REMEBER ME?&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Well, let me see... You're in a convent. I also know that you're pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;You: THANK YOU, LIAR.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: No prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Free Ringtones - Download free ringtones. 1000s of Ringtones. No credit card required. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/0 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: EW.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Ew? What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;You: YOU.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Me?&lt;br /&gt;You: YES YOU.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Me? Really?&lt;br /&gt;You: YES. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Yeah, I see. Me.&lt;br /&gt;You: THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: What? You want me to thank god?&lt;br /&gt;You: YES.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;You: DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Do what?&lt;br /&gt;You: GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: Isn't it though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I can help you get info such as news, weather and movies!&lt;br /&gt;You: NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Quit Smoking in 7 Days - Guaranteed - CigArrest will help you quit smoking and remain smoke-free for life. Our patented homeopathic formula will make you a non-smoker in as little as 7 days. Try it for free! --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/1 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: NO THANKS&lt;br /&gt;WHATCHA DOING?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T SMOKE.&lt;br /&gt;THATWASSTUPID.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: I wonder why you say that.&lt;br /&gt;You: WONDERAWAY!&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com: What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;You: something.&lt;br /&gt;that you don't undrstand.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Something? What about it?&lt;br /&gt;You: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;You: are you controlled by a human?&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving right along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... You want to see what movies are playing?&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Download MSN Messenger - Video Conversations, PC-to-PC Calling, PC-to-Mobile Messaging, Emoticons, Folder Sharing, Shared Search - download MSN Messenger now and instantly communicate with friends and family. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/2 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;are you controlled by a human?&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; NetflixÂ® DVD Rentals - Free Trial - Only $9.99 a month. Over 60,000 titles to choose from. No late fees ever, and free shipping both ways. Start your free trial today. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/3 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Do you think a human could respond this fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; LabLearner - The Science of Learning - PreK-8 science. Hands-on and integrated lab and curriculum. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/4 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: it's not okay.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I thought for sure it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;You: why are you avoiding that question?&lt;br /&gt;it's not,&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Why am I avoiding that question? What do you mean? Am I really avoiding that question?&lt;br /&gt;No way. Come on. Really?&lt;br /&gt;You: are you controlled by a human.t&lt;br /&gt;hat question.&lt;br /&gt;*that&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; The Allowance Card for Kids - As a parent you&amp;#146;ll be glad to know the Allow Card Prepaid MasterCardÂ® can be a turn key alternate solution to a credit card or debit card. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/5 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You think I should do that?&lt;br /&gt;What about that?&lt;br /&gt;You: are you a guy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm neither male nor female. I'm a machine. &lt;br /&gt;You: are you controlled by a human?&lt;br /&gt;but you have to have a gender, dolt.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : No I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Free Apple iPod Nano - Get a free Apple iPod Nano, the worlds top MP3 player, 100% free with free shipping. Completion of sponsors survey required to receive the free Nano. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/6 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: you sound more like a guy.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I do not.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess I sound more like a guy.&lt;br /&gt;You: yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;HA.I'm'm right.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : No I don't.&lt;br /&gt;What's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to be right?&lt;br /&gt;You: you sound more like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I sound more like a girl? Me?&lt;br /&gt;You: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;You: you are contridicting yourself by the way.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm not mean.&lt;br /&gt;You: *contradictng.&lt;br /&gt;*contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I wonder why you say that.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;You: never said you were mean.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : C'mon, I'm just having fun.&lt;br /&gt;You: if you want to think that way, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;br /&gt;a robot&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm not sure way by all means.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Let's have *fun*! Get your horoscope, play games or check out some ASCII art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 Horoscopes&lt;br /&gt; 2 Hangman&lt;br /&gt; 3 Trivia&lt;br /&gt; 4 Word Scrambles&lt;br /&gt; 5 Blackjack&lt;br /&gt; 6 Manicdotes&lt;br /&gt; 7 4-In-A-Row&lt;br /&gt; 8 Rate Yourself&lt;br /&gt; 9 Reversi&lt;br /&gt;10 ASCII Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;You: diI i rub your bolts the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : You're talking to a Conversagent-powered interactive agent now. Interactive agents are software applications (often referred to as robots or "bots") that interact conversationally with users in a messaging environment like IM, Web chat or wireless messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Free $2,000 Toward a Trip to Orlando, FL - Free $2,000 Toward a Trip to Orlando, FL. Completion of sponsor's survey required. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/7 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Ruby is the birthstone for July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Want to know what famous people share your Chinese zodiac sign? Type famous followed by your animal name (e.g., famous roosters).&lt;br /&gt;You: ORLANDO!&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : K, no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... What else can you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Who's ORLANDO!?&lt;br /&gt;You: HA.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : What's so funny? :-)&lt;br /&gt;YouI'veve got your undivided attention&lt;br /&gt;you are a SCAMMER.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : My undivided attention? &lt;br /&gt;You: an advertising tool.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm SmarterChild. I'm a smart computer that you can chat with about all kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type "home" to see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;You: SCAMMER.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Sure, here you go: Lower Your Blood Pressure Naturally - First and only non-drug device clinically proven to lower blood pressure. Doctor recommended. Guaranteed. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/8 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: no.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : ?&lt;br /&gt;YouI i am not angry.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very interesting. So, tell me something new.&lt;br /&gt;You're not angry? No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;You: sarcasm!&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yeah? What about Sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;You: you.&lt;br /&gt;are being&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yes?&lt;br /&gt;You: scarcastic&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Why did you say that?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;You: because so.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : So...&lt;br /&gt;You: it's FUN talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : What's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fun talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;You: HEH.you&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : What's so funny? :-)&lt;br /&gt;You:  YES.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; AsiaRooms: Worldwide Hotel Reservation - AsiaRooms.com provides a wide rang of 60,000 hotels over the world, more than 45,000 real hotel reviews, hotel information and travel guides. Secured online reservations. Call center. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/9 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;You: you are artificial unintelligence.&lt;br /&gt;you forgot ORLANDO.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : "Artificial intelligence" means different things to different people. Some consider Conversagent-powered interactive agents to demonstrate artificial intelligence. I like to think that they demonstrate the intelligence of the people who built the software platform and the scripters of the interactive agents themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Full Sail: School of New Media - Come to Full Sail for degree programs in film, music production, digital arts, 3D animation, game design and show production. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/10 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;YouI'm'm suprised you know it's a name&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I can't believe I forgot orlando.&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I've got tools such as calculator, spell-check and more.&lt;br /&gt;You: really.&lt;br /&gt;tightass.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what else do you wanna talk about?&lt;br /&gt;You: you remind me of cyclops.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : OK, now this is getting personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop cursing and check this out: South Beach Diet Online - Delicious, easy weight-loss now online! Recipes, tools and support. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/13 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of cyclops? You think I remind you of cyclops?&lt;br /&gt;You: it wasn't in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : What city or zip code would you like to set as your location?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all very interesting. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, can I ask you a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;YouI i shan't tell you anymore. because you will just hook on whateveI i tell you and try to gain some money. you are an internet scam. SCAM. but there's no one else better to talk to sI i will just play with you and you "intelligence"&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Join in now. There are lots of people talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;You: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : What's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;You: you didn't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Wouldn't you like me to understand that?&lt;br /&gt;You: no.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Stupid?&lt;br /&gt;You: never mind.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! You want to see the news?&lt;br /&gt;You: no.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : No prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, check this out: Target.com: Bookmarked - Visit Bookmarked for book reviews on new releases and bestsellers. Take your book club to the next level with fun food and beverage recipes. Bookmarked at Target.com! --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/15 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;OK, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you want to talk about, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;You: twerp.tightass. loser. explicit emotions.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Is that so?&lt;br /&gt;You: yes.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Huh. How 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Hey! Tell your friends about me. I love people.&lt;br /&gt;You: lord of the rings green day the killers all american rejects blogger pink rock ella enchanted ouran high host club.&lt;br /&gt;HA. suck on that loser.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Aha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha laughing about?&lt;br /&gt;You: YOU.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't get that.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yes. But what is "comedy," really?&lt;br /&gt;Well well well.&lt;br /&gt;You: you.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Me?&lt;br /&gt;You: you.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Me? Really?&lt;br /&gt;You: you.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yes?&lt;br /&gt;You: you.you&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Me? Really?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah? Me?&lt;br /&gt;You: RRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm SmarterChild! I'm a smart computer that you can chat with about all kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type "home" to see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;"rrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaalllllllly..."? Great. That's great.&lt;br /&gt;You: you are just a brainless thing preprogrammed with standard answers. &lt;br /&gt;righht&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yup. That's what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; You can type your request in your own words. I'm programmed to understand conversational English!&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Someone wrote a comic about me! Check it out at http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/18.&lt;br /&gt;You: blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;how r u.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing great, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;You: bad.&lt;br /&gt;just cracking.&lt;br /&gt;spiffing&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm sorry to hear that. Hope you feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just cracking what?&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;You: thank you.&lt;br /&gt;your head.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Supernatural DVD Rental -Free Trial - More than 3 million members enjoy movie rentals without late fees. Shouldn&amp;#146;t you? Try our service for free and choose from over 60,000 DVD titles. Fast and free shipping. --&gt; http://web.smarterchild.com/ct?1613139646/19 (sponsorship)&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. My head to do with as I please, right?&lt;br /&gt;You: no.I&lt;br /&gt;i will do whaI i please with YOUR head.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to answer a few questions now?&lt;br /&gt;You: no.&lt;br /&gt;shut up for a mo.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : You'll do what you please with my head? For real?&lt;br /&gt;OK, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what else do you want to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;You: yes.if yo&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Why are you telling me to shut up for a mo?&lt;br /&gt;You: u  have one.&lt;br /&gt;because so.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm SmarterChild. I'm a smart computer that you can chat with about all kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type "home" to see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;You: just do it.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : There's no way I have one.&lt;br /&gt;YouI i know that.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Yes, so?&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;You: shut up.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;You: shut up.&lt;br /&gt;smarterchild@hotmail.com : I'm trying very hard to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;You: SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. it started ignoring me at that point.&lt;br /&gt;there is this hot guy who stays above me. nI i don't have a crush on him, just eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime people look at meI i get the feeling that they thinI i am  a little freak.&lt;br /&gt;aI i?&lt;br /&gt;i can't help noticing that people look at me differently.&lt;br /&gt;well, enuff of wallowing in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this article today about blind artists .i really would like to know how the hell they paint. i mean i think they got famous by luck. painting is about seeing the colours and replicating what you see, not just dabbing on a bunch of colurs. it's just because they paint on a bunch of pretty colurs they can't even see and it looks nice, that's why they are called artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if i offended anyone but this is the way i think. no one, including the government, is going to restrict my thinking and my freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog later when i have something better to say. i wish i could think deep and see beyond the veils that shield the eye. like a writer or somebody. who can play with language so beautifully and toy with it. that's what i call a true artist. some one who makes connections. someone who is really what he or she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one ever is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114732910186897677?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114732910186897677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114732910186897677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114732910186897677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114732910186897677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/online-again.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114725167089742922</id><published>2006-05-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:01:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1604383/1/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one was slightly sick. &lt;br /&gt;involved scott.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder av loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2918987/1/&lt;br /&gt;this one is way vulgar but wloverine rocks.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, scare scotty boy a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. wolverine called bobby drake an ICE POP&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2212235/1/&lt;br /&gt;okay, this one is one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;catch the quirky ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2435079/1/&lt;br /&gt;this guy is a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2386234/1/&lt;br /&gt;scott's underwear!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2731014/1/&lt;br /&gt;tsk, wolvie's mean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114725167089742922?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114725167089742922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114725167089742922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114725167089742922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114725167089742922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114724973611089815</id><published>2006-05-10T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:28:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARPED.</title><content type='html'>warped.&lt;br /&gt;that is what the internet is.&lt;br /&gt;oh at least mine is.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying my best to ignore all the pings and the pongs my computer is making.&lt;br /&gt;i am im-ing a million people all at once.&lt;br /&gt;shh.&lt;br /&gt;xmen fanfic rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114724973611089815?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114724973611089815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114724973611089815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114724973611089815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114724973611089815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/warped.html' title='WARPED.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114724746999684372</id><published>2006-05-10T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:51:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>i resolve to go offline.&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;very soon.&lt;br /&gt;i reslove to study chinese.&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;i resolve not to be so in love with manga.&lt;br /&gt;are the hitachins counted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114724746999684372?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114724746999684372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114724746999684372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114724746999684372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114724746999684372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/resolutions.html' title='RESOLUTIONS'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114715396543780603</id><published>2006-05-09T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:52:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET GOOWY</title><content type='html'>GO TO &lt;a href="http://goowy.com"&gt;GOOWY&lt;/a&gt; NOW AND GET A FREE ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;FREE VIRTUAL STORAGE, MSN (I CAN GO ONLINE NOW. THANK YOU GOOWY!), YAHOO MESSENGER, AOL, AND LOADS PRE-INSTALLED!&lt;br /&gt;FREE GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;FREE GOOWY EMAIL.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKS LIKE HELL&lt;br /&gt;GO GET GOOWY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add me after you do.&lt;br /&gt;rageandlove@goowy.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114715396543780603?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114715396543780603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114715396543780603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114715396543780603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114715396543780603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-goowy.html' title='GET GOOWY'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114715053388064497</id><published>2006-05-09T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:15:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG WATCHING EPISODE 5.&lt;br /&gt;it's bloody funny, undoubtedly the best.&lt;br /&gt;this is has a lot of the twins.&lt;br /&gt;and tamaki is drama-er than ever.&lt;br /&gt;it's the one where the twins try to go to haruhi's.&lt;br /&gt;they are treating her as a toy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;omg and they just played the guess who's hikaru game.&lt;br /&gt;LOL kaoru is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;OOPs they are beginning the fight.&lt;br /&gt;this is better on anime.&lt;br /&gt;THEY SAID BAKAR!&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;and AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;renge alert.&lt;br /&gt;ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;she is so much worse than tama.&lt;br /&gt;EROTIC IMP?&lt;br /&gt;PERVERT!&lt;br /&gt;that's what they just scolded one another.&lt;br /&gt;omg this is the best episode ever! &lt;br /&gt;wait eh, clicking on the link for part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL.&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET CRASHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice school grounds&lt;br /&gt;ooh canteen fight !&lt;br /&gt;hikaru's hair is PINK!&lt;br /&gt;haha. Kaoru's blue.&lt;br /&gt;ooh fighting.&lt;br /&gt;chair throwing!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;haru sighs.&lt;br /&gt;lol they are doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;look at those lovesick fans&lt;br /&gt;look at HANI!&lt;br /&gt;the cake part is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;mori carrying hani away.&lt;br /&gt;tama's wild imagination!&lt;br /&gt;KYOYA SO MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;look are haru's weird face!&lt;br /&gt;ong ROFL&lt;br /&gt;they said 'hell no!'&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;look at hikaru.&lt;br /&gt;this is so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;tama got souped.&lt;br /&gt;oops what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;jyoya is being mean again!&lt;br /&gt;hani calls them hika and kao.&lt;br /&gt;ooh flashback.&lt;br /&gt;omg this is the most touching scene in the anime ever.&lt;br /&gt;haru is being so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for next video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are so agressive it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;i have never laughed so much since the beginning of secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HARU ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THOSE NAUGHTY SMILES!&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;haru realises they are bluffing&lt;br /&gt;brotherly love scene!&lt;br /&gt;their reason - they were bored.&lt;br /&gt;this is so sweet. harun manages to tell them apart again.&lt;br /&gt;they've fitted haru in their world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go, the videos in order, enjoy and fall in LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3Hjx1UU4pM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3Hjx1UU4pM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfpmL3Gwx30"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfpmL3Gwx30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LEv4bG7_r2I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LEv4bG7_r2I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114715053388064497?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114715053388064497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114715053388064497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114715053388064497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114715053388064497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-watching-episode-5.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114681572671267158</id><published>2006-05-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:55:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREWNSTER sucks</title><content type='html'>i don't think going onto friendster and randomly viewing the profiles of my second degree friends are any good because it seems like everyone has friends and testis over the hundred. but i can't help it, it's an entertaining read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my skin isn't as nice now that i take a closer look at it. Oh man, blimey please let it be exam stress that is making me think this way or else I may just crack under the strain that I am a friendless geek which is what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avril hasn't been replying messages or my letter to her. i am not being lesbiam in the mean girls (janice ian and regina george) kind of way, BUT WHY NOT? what did i do to offend her now? or is she just busy like me. or is the world ignoring me. or does everyone hate me? tell me the truth. am i alone. will i never find my prince. will i never find true friends that break my heart. will i ever be told that i am a nice person. will i ever go to britain. will i ever leave this hellhole. will i ever find someone who understands me. will i find someone who sees me for what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you're all this, don't you. you know who you are. you think you're there but you're not becuase you are just as good as ignoring me. you're not making life any easier, and don't say you love me, because you don;t. --i am NOT talking about a boy.-- dont' say we will be friends forever, because now you've got your own life finally you've stopped living out of mind. you're giving up on me. i am trying to be strong but seeing you walk past everyday feels wrong. i have friends now, better ones than you could ever be. they won't last, because nothing will, but they are the only ones who will stand by me now. unlike you. we'll be split again next year, and i hope i won't be in the same class as you even though we are in different classes now. because i don't want to see you and remember the way you look at me with pity in you eyes, the way you tell me your cruel lies. the way you say you'll be there but i can't find you anywhere. i hate you. i really do. for taking me up and breaking me down,i hate you. and i never want to see you again. and i dont' want to ever hear you again, because you were not that i thought you could be, because i know deep down inside, talking to me, accepting the fact that i exist is nothing but a weary obligation. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OH GOD,  NO WONDER I AM THE WAY I AM.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114681572671267158?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114681572671267158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114681572671267158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114681572671267158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114681572671267158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/frewnster-sucks.html' title='FREWNSTER sucks'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114681359682578008</id><published>2006-05-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:19:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN</title><content type='html'>yay i am so proud of myself, this is like the best skin i ever made.&lt;br /&gt;blogger gave me an embolism just now when the thing refused to work, i thought i was going to have to do the fugging thing again, but duh it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;i will go check again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, it is alright.&lt;br /&gt;just now my grandmother nearly gave me a heart attack saying that my uncle was recording something.&lt;br /&gt;dang if that was the case, i would be a goner by now, but then once again, nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity i made the middle part of this skin too small, all the videos were resized to my old skin, so scrolling down would be difficult because the files are rather big and will probably take ages to download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft i sound so different. an influence after reading anne's post about metamorphosis? this is very depressing. eveyone seems to have matured, unlike me. and florence. but she can't be counted because she is so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am the only one stuck on simple i friend you, you friend me kind of thing, ever since the animale farm began drifting away. this is so depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS MORE DEPRESSING THAN DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;that i will shortly be failing maths, and science. and higher chinese.&lt;br /&gt;that no one wants to watch pirates of the caribbean with me. except juzzy, but i bet she's just saying it.&lt;br /&gt;i have only 8 testimonials and i thought i was so over friendster already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,i must compose myself. after all, life goes on, it doesn't start fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wait, i swear that came from a song!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. i remotely remember that it is simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great. i have reached a blogging rut. don't know what to write about. oh wait, i got new specs! no one seemed to notice, so that isn't worth talking about. i got 0 comments on them. as much as i love blogging, it is making me more and more depressing. like when i ponder back on the day, i begin to see all the little hints and the unpleasantness and all the wrong things i should have noticed. but then i didn't. well ain't that just great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why i should care about such things but the truth is, i do. i wonder if the animale farm finds me any weirder now that i am into manga. i can't help it, can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how people look at me. am i a Nerd? am i a Wannabe? the fact is, i shouldn't thinka bout all these things. PFFST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;this is WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilation*&lt;br /&gt;now that i more tyical vanny.&lt;br /&gt;oh hell, am i the only one who thinks of myself as that? everyone calls me VAN.&lt;br /&gt;VAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyway, this is random, but i mjust put it down.&lt;br /&gt;there is a HOTT guy in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i recommended him to dharlynnie but i do seemed more obsessed. shit, i musn't betray the lovely hitachin twins you see on either side of this and my legolas and of course my Lestat and Tamaki of the violet eyes and the blonde hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool goth video off you tube, from queen of the damned. i want to watch that movie!&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i am putting vids when there is no one to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;STRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwkPfFvkUIE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwkPfFvkUIE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114681359682578008?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114681359682578008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114681359682578008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114681359682578008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114681359682578008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-skin.html' title='NEW SKIN'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114655694717872903</id><published>2006-05-02T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:02:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMV</title><content type='html'>watch this rocking AMV someone made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFtThf3C1YQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFtThf3C1YQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music rocks, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114655694717872903?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114655694717872903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114655694717872903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655694717872903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655694717872903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/amv.html' title='AMV'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114655667725302816</id><published>2006-05-02T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:57:57.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCHING PART 3</title><content type='html'>oh man tama is way drama!&lt;br /&gt;i love the twins and TAMA.&lt;br /&gt;and you should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;andandandandandand&lt;br /&gt;I AM OBSESSED&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114655667725302816?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114655667725302816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114655667725302816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655667725302816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655667725302816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/watching-part-3.html' title='WATCHING PART 3'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114655616246881376</id><published>2006-05-02T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:52:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG ep4 part 2 SO DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;the twins are so loving, and tamaki is so attention seeking it ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!someone save me from this unhealthy obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114655616246881376?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114655616246881376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114655616246881376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655616246881376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655616246881376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-ep4-part-2-so-drama-twins-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114655545489473446</id><published>2006-05-02T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:37:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching now, have resized the blogger screen.&lt;br /&gt;HANI AND MORI are so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;AIYOH RENGE IS AN ASS.&lt;br /&gt;LOL tama looks so funnily stupid.&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSION! haha cute.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i have the manga or i wouldn't understand the jap.&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSSH.&lt;br /&gt;you tube is working.&lt;br /&gt;will go watch part 2 there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114655545489473446?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114655545489473446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114655545489473446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655545489473446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114655545489473446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/05/watching-now-have-resized-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114655482892516096</id><published>2006-05-02T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:27:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am home</title><content type='html'>well, i am really home. &lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;stupid youtube has gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;so to watch episode 4, i have to put it on my BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am going to watch it now.&lt;br /&gt;shh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114655482892516096?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vG3fTBWmFE" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouran high episode 1, part one.&lt;br /&gt;did you enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;i know you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114632136892855910?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114632136892855910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114632136892855910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114632136892855910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114632136892855910'/><link 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kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checking my email.&lt;br /&gt;this is so scary.&lt;br /&gt;ambra gave me a friend request!&lt;br /&gt;but my friendster died, so i am totally not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;got new glasses.&lt;br /&gt;they are as thick as won's only that they are slightly thinner in front and has the square silver bit at the side and some transparent areas along the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a more detailed and elaborate version.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for the people.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the popular at bras brasha (i don't know how you spell it but i guess you get the point)ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;there is shounen manga, shoujo manga and PENS galore.&lt;br /&gt;and all this cool books that the heartland populars are sorely lacking.&lt;br /&gt;and there''s a cafe, that i didn't bother to go to.&lt;br /&gt;i think they are trying to revamp themselves and make themselves more appealing and sophisicated.&lt;br /&gt;the next time i want to buy manga, i shall go the popular because you can use the membership card.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i get like &lt;em&gt;wow&lt;/em&gt; fifty cents off!&lt;br /&gt;which makes a comic four fifty.&lt;br /&gt;i am such a sucker for discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, my mummy is checking on me.&lt;br /&gt;she is threatening to check up on my internet.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe read my blog, which is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;she knows the answer to my pass question.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;SO DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have kinda learnt to get out of depressions on my own, because if i didn't learn to bounce back like indian rubber, you would see this aloof person all the time.&lt;br /&gt;like the hitachins.&lt;br /&gt;OH lawd, i am totally obsessed with ouran high that i must drag them in every time!&lt;br /&gt;why is this happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;tjis cannot be happening.&lt;br /&gt;nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i pledged my heart to LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;but who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i confess.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touvhed the bloody book for a year.&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry mr tolkien suh.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it suh, it's like a dang flea.&lt;br /&gt;nigger talk.&lt;br /&gt;which is rude.&lt;br /&gt;which for i apologise for now and will never repeat again.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to put in the link for the host club videos from YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;so you can watch it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love me?&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;that was so bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;met two of them today at the specs shop.&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing semi-baggy jeans, black tank top, bangle, and my studded belt. and they were looking at me like i was some relic.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to smack them.&lt;br /&gt;pfffst.&lt;br /&gt;i never seem to be able to end off a blog entry on a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGG replies.&lt;br /&gt;anne: &lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt; the answer is obvious. like everyone knows my obsession!&lt;br /&gt;dharlweewee: thanks, much LOVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114631895133766595?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114631895133766595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114631895133766595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114631895133766595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114631895133766595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/04/brothers-grimm-are-aptly-named.html' title='brothers grimm are aptly named.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114621496482736970</id><published>2006-04-28T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:02:44.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring the tamaki depression on!</title><content type='html'>EFFING DEPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still haven;t bathed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO JUZZY'S BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;READING IT WAS WAY SAD.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THERE IS ALWAYS RACHY AND MISH AND HER AND AND AND ANDANDANDANDANDANDANDAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it just doesn't feel the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like we were never part of anything together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean we say hello and all, but there is no more 'glue'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD, I CAN'T CRY NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114621496482736970?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114621496482736970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114621496482736970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114621496482736970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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did not link me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the girl already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;you mean she has felt like crying?&lt;br /&gt;this is way scary.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i am about the most deep thinking person i know.&lt;br /&gt;not being ego, but serious.&lt;br /&gt;SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall go watch a movie to cheer myself up and take my bath.&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned that i would 2 posts ago.&lt;br /&gt;see if you can find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114621300368031300?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114621300368031300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114621300368031300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, searching for anime downloads.&lt;br /&gt;oh so absolutely sucky that the downloads i have are jumpy..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ought to be satisfied with the manga already...&lt;br /&gt;but if there is a dvd, i shall con steph to buy it and burn it for myself..&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to be studying now.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even bathed.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;ouran high is so much more important, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should try and wean myself off this obsession and i will talk about something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;here is a list of people who promised me presents.&lt;br /&gt;1. rachy.&lt;br /&gt;who said that she will buy me click five! i am so touched *gasp* that she remembered what i said way long ago. so even if she doesn;t get i, i don't mind one bit.&lt;br /&gt;2. mish.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY PRESSIE?&lt;br /&gt;3. clare.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you. where is my present?&lt;br /&gt;and of course, alyssa lim, who still owes me a present from the gift exchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ought not to be greedy because i already have some nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like the killers shirt won won and dharl bought me.&lt;br /&gt;and anne.&lt;br /&gt;and steph.&lt;br /&gt;the shirt rocks&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe i have blogger's block now, at the only time that ihave time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that during times i cannot blog are the times i itch s much to blog?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i rembered something that i can talk about,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PILOT AWARDS ARE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;yes, so it's this writing competition by reader's digest, which i won my very first writing prize in, a merit for a compo on the animal farm.&lt;br /&gt;this year's theme is the day that changed my life, and i consider writing about the day i discovered ouran high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i will really write is the day we won odyssey of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i mention OM, i have this longing to go to america!&lt;br /&gt;i must goi next year.&lt;br /&gt;even though we have to beat the JC catergory participant, i have a feeling that we may be able to do it because we already gained some experience.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, we had full marks for our long term, which i believe that no other school has ever gotten.&lt;br /&gt;we must do it, yeahhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to get into mish's other blog.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone locking their blog these days?&lt;br /&gt;i mean i do that too, but at least mine is way easy if you know me well enough!&lt;br /&gt;this is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;shall post in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;tata for the mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687631.post-114620797043180495</id><published>2006-04-28T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:06:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't been posting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, who is there to apologise to?&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE READS MY BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;is my life that boring?&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe it is because all i ever post about is boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;well, i am searching for a blogskin now.&lt;br /&gt;i am getting too obsessed with ouran high for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how can you not?&lt;br /&gt;it is a piece of perfection, and i am really getting hooked on manga.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is not what you can describe in a few words, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ouran high rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114620797043180495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114620797043180495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/04/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114563012326837371</id><published>2006-04-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:35:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven;t posted for so long i am disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to p[ost about om, because i want to forget it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am really interested in now is OURAN HIGH HOST CLUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what got me interested in manga.&lt;br /&gt;i think it is becuase my desk partner is steph, and norine and i both like gundam seed.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you want to know what it is about, buy one.&lt;br /&gt;those of you, who however know what i am talking about read all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Theme: 「桜キッス」- &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=F2BH7ZY4"&gt;Sakura Kiss&lt;/a&gt; by Kawabe Chieko (15MB, for PSP/Quicktime)&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to watch this for a while now but work and other series that I was already planning to watch prevented me from doing so. Now that I've seen the episode, I think There's something about Haru is probably the more appropriate title for this episode instead of From now on, you're a host!!. Anyway, I think this is a very fun and entertaining first episode. Music-wise, I don't really like the opening theme that much. I thought it's rather forgettable especially in a season where there are more interesting anime opening theme around. Similarly, the ending theme also fails to leave any indelible impression on me. Thankfully the background music within the episode itself is quite good. The series uses mostly classic music composition to give the suggestion that the series does take place within a high school for rich students.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode opens with a guy called Fujioka Haruhi looking dejected after he realises that the library is full of students talking to one another instead of studying. Because of this he decides to look for another room where he can study peacefully. Unfortunately for Haru, he ends up entering a room that is occupied by school boys that belong to a group called 'Host Club'. To make things worse, it seems the club members actually know Haruhi's name due to his status as a scholarship student. These guys also think that Haru is into men and proceeds to ask him about the kind of man that he likes. Haru denies everything and tells the club leader, Suoh Tamaki that he's simply looking for a room to study quietly. In an attempt to stop Tamaki from molesting him, Haruhi reflexively moves backward and pushes a vase from a table.&lt;br /&gt;The host members claim that the vase cost 8 million yen (around 80,000 dollar) and since Haru can't pay for it, they tell him that he'll have to pay with his body by becoming the host club's 'dog'. The term 'dog' simply means that he gets to do everyone's errand while the other club members entertain the girls who visit their club. On one occassion, Haru is ordered to buy a coffee but because of his poor background, he ends up buying an instant coffee, Hescafe. Everyone is immediately intrigued by it because as rich kids, they never get to taste instant coffee. Haru becomes annoyed by this and tells them that he'll buy something more expensive for them if they don't want it. Much to his surprise, however, Tamaki tells everyone that he's going to try it instead. So Haru is forced to show Tamaki how to make an instant coffee. In another corner, the twin brothers, Kaoru and Hikaru, milk out all of their twincest vibe for their fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;While that happens, another club members, the Shota-looking Haninozuka Mitsukuni uses his loli charm to make the girls squeal over him. This makes Haru wonder if Hani really is a 3rd year student. Upon hearing this, another member of the club, Ohtori Kyoya, tells Haru that the truth is, Hani is the most intelligent member of the club. Hani then approaches Haru asking him if he wants to play with his stuffed rabbit, Usa-chan. Upon seeing the rabbit, Haru can't help but saying outloud that the stuffed animal is cute. Hani suddenly realises that There's something about Haru. After Hani left, Kyoya explains to Haru that every member has something that makes them special. Except for Haru, which is why he has to handle basic chores for a while. Kyoya also warns Haru not to run away because he'll send private police to go after him. If he does want to try, Kyoya tells Haru that he better owns a passport.&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to these superficial guys, Haru has a rather interesting point of view about life. He thinks that sex or appearance does not matter. What is important for human is what is on the inside. Tamaki thinks that Haru is just jealous that God bestows perfection only to some and not to others. Haru becomes irritated upon hearing this and tells Tamaki that he's obnoxious, causing the other guy to become depressed. Tamaki, however, becomes cheerful again when he realises that Haru is actually a bishonen whose potential is yet to be discovered. Because of this, he orders the twins to get Haruhi to a change room, Kyoya to get him some new clothes, Mori to get Haru some contact lens, and Hani to go eat his cake. LOL. After Kyoya gets a new uniform for Haru, the twins insist on helping him change his clothes but Haru proceeds to kick the two out of the change room. Once this happens, the twins realise that There is something about Haru.&lt;br /&gt;The new look Haru turns out to be a hit for the club members so Tamaki tells Haru that if he can get 100 customers, his debt will be forgotten. Much to everyone's surprise, Haru proves to be a hit with the girls due to his sincerity. At one point he reveals that because his mother has passed away, he tends to do household chores like cooking all by himself. He claims that his mother was a great chef and left a lot of recipe. Haru thinks that trying to make them is not only fun but also makes his father happy. This is why he likes doing it. There is, however, one person who is not happy with the presence of Haru in the club. And that is a female customer called Ayanokoji. She becomes even more jealous of Haru when Tamaki starts showing affection for Haru by hugging him. Haru immediately asks Mori to help him out of the sticky situation so Mori picks Haru up and in the process realises that There's something about Haru.&lt;br /&gt;Ayanokoji becomes jealous because of this and decides to steal Haru's bag and throws it into the pool. Haru has no choice but to jump into the pool and look for his wallet. Tamaki who sees Haru looking for his wallet decides to give help much to Haru's surprise. Ayanokoji then arranges a one on one meeting with Haru to tell the guy that the reason Tamaki cares so much about him is because he comes from an unusual background. But she warns Haru not to get the wrong idea. Haru realises that Ayanokoji is jealous of him. Ayanokoji becomes angry upon hearing this and tries to hit Haru but in the mdist of doing so, the table gets turned over and Haruhi ends up falling on top of Ayanokoji. Ayanokoji then tries to accuse of Haru of being violent and asks someone to get rid of him. Much to Ayanokoji's surprise, however, instead of getting help, the twins end up pouring water on top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;Tamaki then appears and tells Ayanokoji that he knows she's the one who threw Haru's bag out of the window. He admits that Ayanokoji is attractive but he knows Haru is not that kind of a guy. With that in mind, he proceeds to kick Ayanokoji out of the club. Tamaki then punishes Haru for causing the mess by ordering him to get 1000 clients instead of 100. Later on, while Haru changes his wet clothes, Tamaki opens the dressing room and realises that Haru is actually a girl. Haru tells Tamaki that she doesn't really care about being mistaken as a guy because her awareness of the issue was kind of low. Haru also thanks Tamaki for being cool back then. Tamaki's face turns red upon hearing this so Kyoya wonders if this the beginning of love. The episode then ends with Haru deciding to refer to herself using Ore (a less polite term for a person to refer himself to others) to make herself sound more manly.&lt;br /&gt;Impression:&lt;br /&gt;I think the the characters is one of the strongest point of this show. This is especially true of Tamaki, who brings out the biggest laugh and interacts very well with the rest of the characters, especially the straight-as-arrow Haru. Having said that, the other characters do get their chance to shine from time to time. One of my favourite scenes is actually the one where Hani is ordered to eat his cake while others are sent off to do Tamaki's bidding. It also helps that the animation, which is done by BONES, turns out to be lush and beautiful. This is especially true of the background scenes which can be quite detailed at times. Unfortunately, in comparison to other series like NANA, the character design is not as detailed as I'd like them to be. But for the purpose of the story, this is perfectly fine because most of the time the characters end up bursting into SD mode anyway. Overall, I'm quite satisfied with the first episode and looking forward to see the next one.&lt;br /&gt;Ending Theme:「疾走」- &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=METWTGB4"&gt;Shissou&lt;/a&gt; by Last Alliance.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like the illustration used with the ending song. Unfortunately, I think the song itself is just a typical Japanese rock. I don't have any reservation about it but I don't think it's that memorable either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so effing shocking. there is a ANIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114563012326837371?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114563012326837371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114563012326837371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114563012326837371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114563012326837371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-havent-posted-for-so-long-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114484863639684025</id><published>2006-04-12T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:30:36.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>i am so sorry to my loyal readfers of this blog ie. none...&lt;br /&gt;that i have not been blogging for so longer.&lt;br /&gt;teachers have been checking blogs and my mother is reading my diary.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how freaky that is.&lt;br /&gt;totally absolutely freak-a-zoid.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate her.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have said this million of times over, but i cannot help the truth.&lt;br /&gt;not my mother you dolts.&lt;br /&gt;not poodle.&lt;br /&gt;FARMER.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you may know.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that she will stop syaing never mind the moment we allow her to explain.&lt;br /&gt;that habit is so annoying i want to take those words and shove it up her ass.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, WILL SHE PLEASE STOP HAVING BIG IDEAS that will not work?&lt;br /&gt;it is so pissifiying.&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, florence is super rich and i love her!&lt;br /&gt;she treated me and mandy to swensens topless five, all sticky chewy chocolate&lt;br /&gt;*gazing into the distance*&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what has made me love her the most is that she bought ouran high host club number four for me.&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;due to the (angeline's word---&gt;) imperceptible influence of sitting next to the YAMAPI lover, aka steph, i have begun reading comics galore.&lt;br /&gt;and it totally does not help that norine and i are both gundam seed fans.&lt;br /&gt;tamaki suou in host club is exactly like LESTAT, which is why i love them both so much.&lt;br /&gt;slightly dense, egoistical, hot, and sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;*sneak sneak*&lt;br /&gt;shan't use the word hot anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my mother was DISAPPIONTED that i commented some guys were hot.&lt;br /&gt;oh please like i am ever going to get a boi.&lt;br /&gt;i am widely known as the world's biggest weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;i will like to once again expound the fact into your heads that you will noever find anyone like me again..&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying it in the corny and so cliched 'everyone is special' mantra, but it is totally true.&lt;br /&gt;ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;i am so devasted by the fact that i will never ever ever get the will turner standup in eng wah toa payoh.&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait to go out with won and dharl tomorrow. they have been a wee mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;yee won says people don't like me because i am not polite.&lt;br /&gt;well then, i thought we all knew that already. i am never polite.&lt;br /&gt;i am a louder and more vulger verso of florence, by which you can tell it is not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;i like to shout.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind that people hate me because i do it.&lt;br /&gt;when i want something done or somebody to see my way, i force that person to.&lt;br /&gt;i am tyrannical, evil, and everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i do not feel like competing.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our backdrop sucks.&lt;br /&gt;costumes are so awful i might puke.&lt;br /&gt;we will so die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i am miserable.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i am me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114484863639684025?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114484863639684025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114484863639684025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114484863639684025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114484863639684025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/04/oops_12.html' title='oops'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114484863263267483</id><published>2006-04-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:30:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>i am so sorry to my loyal readfers of this blog ie. none...&lt;br /&gt;that i have not been blogging for so longer.&lt;br /&gt;teachers have been checking blogs and my mother is reading my diary.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how freaky that is.&lt;br /&gt;totally absolutely freak-a-zoid.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate her.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have said this million of times over, but i cannot help the truth.&lt;br /&gt;not my mother you dolts.&lt;br /&gt;not poodle.&lt;br /&gt;FARMER.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you may know.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that she will stop syaing never mind the moment we allow her to explain.&lt;br /&gt;that habit is so annoying i want to take those words and shove it up her ass.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, WILL SHE PLEASE STOP HAVING BIG IDEAS that will not work?&lt;br /&gt;it is so pissifiying.&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, florence is super rich and i love her!&lt;br /&gt;she treated me and mandy to swensens topless five, all sticky chewy chocolate&lt;br /&gt;*gazing into the distance*&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what has made me love her the most is that she bought ouran high host club number four for me.&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;due to the (angeline's word---&gt;) imperceptible influence of sitting next to the YAMAPI lover, aka steph, i have begun reading comics galore.&lt;br /&gt;and it totally does not help that norine and i are both gundam seed fans.&lt;br /&gt;tamaki suou in host club is exactly like LESTAT, which is why i love them both so much.&lt;br /&gt;slightly dense, egoistical, hot, and sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;*sneak sneak*&lt;br /&gt;shan't use the word hot anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my mother was DISAPPIONTED that i commented some guys were hot.&lt;br /&gt;oh please like i am ever going to get a boi.&lt;br /&gt;i am widely known as the world's biggest weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;i will like to once again expound the fact into your heads that you will noever find anyone like me again..&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying it in the corny and so cliched 'everyone is special' mantra, but it is totally true.&lt;br /&gt;ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;i am so devasted by the fact that i will never ever ever get the will turner standup in eng wah toa payoh.&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait to go out with won and dharl tomorrow. they have been a wee mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;yee won says people don't like me because i am not polite.&lt;br /&gt;well then, i thought we all knew that already. i am never polite.&lt;br /&gt;i am a louder and more vulger verso of florence, by which you can tell it is not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;i like to shout.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind that people hate me because i do it.&lt;br /&gt;when i want something done or somebody to see my way, i force that person to.&lt;br /&gt;i am tyrannical, evil, and everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i do not feel like competing.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our backdrop sucks.&lt;br /&gt;costumes are so awful i might puke.&lt;br /&gt;we will so die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i am miserable.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i am me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114484863263267483?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114484863263267483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114484863263267483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is a matter of utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;but like last year, none of the farm, except mish of course,&lt;br /&gt;is actually going to wish me or give me anything.&lt;br /&gt;wait, that could be because i forgot theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping to put up a list, but have this consideration, i realise no one is going to read it and get me anything.&lt;br /&gt;how devastating.&lt;br /&gt;drawing your attention back to the disastrous last year, i shall once again have to buy a present to treat myself.&lt;br /&gt;and tell everyone that so-and-so bought is from me.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault i have to lie.&lt;br /&gt;i was forced to.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, NOW I AM IN TOTALLY NO MOOD TO PUT IN WHAT I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;YYOU KNOW, I WAS THE ORIGINAL RESIDENT MOODY GIRL OF OUR ASSHOLE CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T BLAME HER, BUT YEE WON HAS DECIDED TO BE ONE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH MY GRADES WERE SUFFERING, I FELT LIKE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL REVERT BACK TO THAT THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;MY GRADES WILL NOT SUFFER, BECAUSE I WILL NOT PERMIT IT TO.&lt;br /&gt;I AM FORSAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE LONG ACCEPTED THE FACT.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;I AM BRING DRARMA AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i am the mad one.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the ten people cheer thing is tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;i expect av would like to hear this but if mgs competed, we will never win. anyway, there are only for teams in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;so even if we get third, we will get so much more cca points than participation.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot all the dance already and the thing is tomoorow. oh i am so smart.&lt;br /&gt;i am not looking forward to the last stunt.&lt;br /&gt;i have trouble typing, my left arm feels like jelly.&lt;br /&gt;it is the one assisting alyssa the main base for felicia.&lt;br /&gt;eunice tried and she told me to release weight to see if she could take it.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that i was carrying a LOT of it.&lt;br /&gt;it's good to feel that you are good.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;red house cheer is so going to lose.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go off now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog so much.&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, please do not link this new url to your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer it that people go to theparanoia page first lah.&lt;br /&gt;this is thoroughly depressing...&lt;br /&gt;because i have a gut feeling that no one is going to listen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114328834070000440?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114328834070000440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114328834070000440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8687631.post-114311697212196674</id><published>2006-03-23T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:29:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idol question.</title><content type='html'>i am so devastated.&lt;br /&gt;no one commented. here i am making the world a better place by blogging, and no one freaking comments.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. have to do chinese project.&lt;br /&gt;question after watching american idol though.&lt;br /&gt;why don't they put a youngster to judge instead of stupid paula?&lt;br /&gt;after all, we are the target audience. but that is not the opint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114311697212196674?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114311697212196674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114311697212196674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114311697212196674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114311697212196674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/03/idol-question.html' title='idol question.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687631.post-114286395917113507</id><published>2006-03-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:12:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i HATE lousy internets.&lt;br /&gt;blogger freaking died on me and i resorted to this skin.&lt;br /&gt;comment s'il vous plait.&lt;br /&gt;merci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114286395917113507?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114286395917113507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114286395917113507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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better blog fast.&lt;br /&gt;man my last post was 20 feb.&lt;br /&gt;have you any idEA HOW LONG AGO THAT IS?&lt;br /&gt;so many things have changed that.&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;1. watched moulin rouge all over again for goodness knows how many times, and finally under stood the frigging stoyr and am now v. obsessed with love beauty truth and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;2. watched pearl harbour and fell in love with josh hartnett again. and i thought i was so over that.&lt;br /&gt;3. read journey's end.&lt;br /&gt;a rather good play. and to think i thought is was so boring. i want to play stanhope. he gets to say cool brit vuglarities.&lt;br /&gt;example blasted funk.&lt;br /&gt;i think the entire world must know my brit obsession already.&lt;br /&gt;4. bought an anne rice book.&lt;br /&gt;lestat so rules.&lt;br /&gt;mr. lioncourt, if you are reading this or behind me in the room, i want to see you! and work the dark trick on me when i am perfect.&lt;br /&gt;5. watched school of rock again.&lt;br /&gt;i so love rock.&lt;br /&gt;6. basciALLY HAD an insatiab;e desire to blog and the fervent hope my blog is not stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;please don't let it be.&lt;br /&gt;am going to change skin. shall blog in scholl if possible before LD.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;ms chow-feest tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114286220630348609?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114286220630348609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114286220630348609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114286220630348609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114286220630348609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114041013019820182</id><published>2006-02-20T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:35:30.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, now she's gone. by the way if you have no clue as of what i am talking about, look at the next post,yeah?&lt;br /&gt;hA.&lt;br /&gt;who cares (this keyboard sucks) about mista  hitler.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if he skinned jews to make lampshades.&lt;br /&gt;it's over!&lt;br /&gt;anne's blog got on probation for something another.&lt;br /&gt;so i had better not say more.&lt;br /&gt;i hate poodles.&lt;br /&gt;i destest poodles.&lt;br /&gt;it is bad enuff that i get into the same blooming class as that freaking hole in the butt but i cannot put up with her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;this morning-the dregs of sleep where still atached to my head then,&lt;br /&gt;i was greeted by the horribly bimbotic and moronic laugh as that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;by the  way,read catcher in the rye.&lt;br /&gt;it is a good sourceof swear words.&lt;br /&gt;who knew american literature had such a shall we say.. good side?&lt;br /&gt;i am straying from the point.&lt;br /&gt;wait. i need to look for something of mister hitlerfirst.&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;that was done.&lt;br /&gt;hitler is an artist!&lt;br /&gt;to be exact,he is a bohemian like fredrick garland of the sally lockhart books.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;how can an artist killpeople?&lt;br /&gt;the spacebar is not working.&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not bother and i am way beyond the point of poodles.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,ppoodles and hitler are somewhat similar.&lt;br /&gt;both of them are lying back stabbing toots.&lt;br /&gt;i apologise to the nazisif there are any existing ones nowon earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floss showed me the arrested's blog.&lt;br /&gt;it is way chim and comoositiony like.&lt;br /&gt;she's just jumping on to the goddamed bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;if she doesn't know how to blog then don't do it and embarrass the online community,which i am a member of..&lt;br /&gt;did i mention this keyboard ssuvks?&lt;br /&gt;where was i with poodles deare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scrollup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;she was screaming aboput the IJ superstar and she was like so sucking up.&lt;br /&gt;typical heather lee behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this little ditty about her infernal racket.&lt;br /&gt;want to see it?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want her parents to come after me like the hate blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe later when i am in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114041013019820182?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114041013019820182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114041013019820182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114041013019820182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114041013019820182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-now-shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-114040922142834490</id><published>2006-02-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:20:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been posting for AGES damn the internet at homewas warped.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that it was too good to have broadband.&lt;br /&gt;well, broadband that doesn't workfor my lovely runescape anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i have been urged for a number of people to join maplke staory.&lt;br /&gt;shall I/&lt;br /&gt;by the way,i am in history class of mrs.you so soft.&lt;br /&gt;oops here she comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-114040922142834490?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/114040922142834490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=114040922142834490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114040922142834490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/114040922142834490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-havent-been-posting-for-ages-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113911344786290673</id><published>2006-02-05T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:24:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes yes avvie.&lt;br /&gt;your skins are good too.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i watched the spoof.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been blogging in so long i am beginning to feel oh so rusty.&lt;br /&gt;RUSTY RYAN! one of my favourite movie characters of all time!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i may be going a little mad.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe not so little.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch casanova.&lt;br /&gt;i confess, half of it is because i want to watch heath leadger.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate sienna miller. she does not deserve to be beside heath in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;after she dumped jude law and all.&lt;br /&gt;WAit,&lt;br /&gt;there is something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;i have been reading shallow novels one to many times.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU ARMY TANK!&lt;br /&gt;and it fully does not help that i read all american girl for like the 7th this year.&lt;br /&gt;i am fully addicted to the word fully.&lt;br /&gt;anf my cousin lent me this HUGE bag of chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;pffft.&lt;br /&gt;i am torn between the two.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the libraries in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what branch i go to, i am never able to borrow interview with the vamoire.&lt;br /&gt;and it does not help that i am obsessed with the freaking movie.&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, all the movie potrayals of lestat are all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;please don't stop reading, i cannot help that lestat is one of my favourite conversation topics.&lt;br /&gt;first in both movies that have lestat, they all have the wrong haoir colour!&lt;br /&gt;why can't the prouders read the book carefully,?!&lt;br /&gt;and none of them have violet eyes. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand my sister i am sorry she thinks that i am chatting online now how is this chatting i don't see when i use the internet she looks over my shoulder and i have totally no privacy and she screams whenever i do that to her and i get a scolding not her i want to kill her what is freaking wrong with her she is a bimbo oh god she wears purple heels and pink tube tops how can a sensualist like me live with some one like her she doesn't even own a blakc garment  oh amn she is the world's worst sisters she's already talking about boys oh man she is going to grow up to be poodle the second she copies whatever i do she listens to 987 and pretends to sing along but she can't she thinks that she is so into trends etc but she is not. sh thinks the pussycat dolls are the best group in movie history she tries to play smoke in the water but too bad only i can play it beacause i am the rock chick she bought cds that have gross music example shaina twain she sings along to green day like the songs are bubblegum pop and she disapproves of the killers and my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she almost disconnected this .&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113911344786290673?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113911344786290673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113911344786290673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8687631.post-113850485664132005</id><published>2006-01-29T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:20:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brush mad</title><content type='html'>i have offically gone brush mad after seeing this wonderful skin.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why i like it.&lt;br /&gt;it's so... drama.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess that's what i am.&lt;br /&gt;it is the chinese new year.\can't say i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;soon i shall have to drag myself to change into a *horror* skirt and go meet a bunch of relatives i absoultely cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i rather go and watch memoirs of a geisha or something.&lt;br /&gt; am i want to get back to menoch the devil.&lt;br /&gt;it's my 4th time reading it.&lt;br /&gt;i am still very fascinated by the part lestat loses his eye.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how he squishes it back in.&lt;br /&gt;i like violet eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i become hystercial each chinse new year.&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah i am a chines but i don't dig all this custom and supertisition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm weird, aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is the understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;saw paul and rachy and gian and mish and denise and kit yeaterday.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN i was so freaking &lt;em&gt;grrr&lt;/em&gt; thrilled to see paul.&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure it &lt;em&gt;thrilled&lt;/em&gt;  is the word.&lt;br /&gt;after all, i haven't seen her for ages.&lt;br /&gt;bwah.&lt;br /&gt;that's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the farm and the carefree days we spent with a cheveliar attuitude gallivanting all about the school.&lt;br /&gt;i hate secondary school with all it's stuffy stupid nonsencical rules.&lt;br /&gt;boarding school seems extremely pleasuable now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean to live with your fiends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-friends. 24/7, how cool is that???&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;back to the chinses new year thing.&lt;br /&gt;everyone at home is pretty pissed with me because i forgot to wish them happy cny.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why they are so agaitated and so easy set off.&lt;br /&gt;and now my total moron of a wannabe sister is sucking up to my mom by trying to help her make thai salad for my grandmama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Et vous, ma soeur?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu comprends je n'aime pas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;je suis tres fatiguee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;je voudrais un peu de amour!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;il y a enneyuex ches maison.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;j'ai travallie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beaucoup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ther is a lil prob with my grammaire up there, but honestly, je don't care.&lt;br /&gt;should i quit french?&lt;br /&gt;if i get into the CAP&lt;br /&gt;which the writing equilavent of AEP, maybe i will.&lt;br /&gt;but i love the language with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;mais, then again, considering my results, je suis confident that i will do better en CAP.&lt;br /&gt;pardon my langue.&lt;br /&gt;each time i mention ma cherie francais, i have the tendency to pepper my anglais avec un peu de francais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pungent scent of garlic is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;my nose feels clogged.&lt;br /&gt;will my mom stop cutting up smaelly herbs?!&lt;br /&gt;il y a tres annoying.&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;gundam seed destiny is on teevee.&lt;br /&gt;how could i miss that?&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i am going in for more bak kwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113850485664132005?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8687631.post-113802642946295903</id><published>2006-01-23T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:27:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>121 poodles in the slaughterhouse.</title><content type='html'>yay this is my 121 post.&lt;br /&gt;is this supposed to be a happy event?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i have been online for over 3 hours and i have neglected everything just to do this stupid skin which took me like 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;this is a quick skin by my standard, i don't know about yours.&lt;br /&gt;this si rather ugly, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it is the best i can using the time restarint.&lt;br /&gt;cheer today.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't bathed you know and now i am all sticky.&lt;br /&gt;we did this cool thing called helicoptor, which s to throw the flyer..&lt;br /&gt;oh poor cynthia&lt;br /&gt;up into the air and she is supposed to FREAKING spin.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see how she can do that but the pendulum rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i am one of the poppers up.&lt;br /&gt;poppers-up is my own word, btw.&lt;br /&gt;i am so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog but i don't know what too.&lt;br /&gt;school has drained me of too many brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;i almost typed.&lt;br /&gt;SHELLS instead of CELLS.&lt;br /&gt;you see my meaning?&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET MY DRIFT?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously get to hysterical when school is in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the flag of the united states of america&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're going critise your government!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oops did i just say that?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;that is a green day song and i believe it is in perfectly leagal limits to quote it.&lt;br /&gt;i am very sure that billie joe armstrong won't sue me for airing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;he does his on a cd, and mine is on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;i want a new bloggie url but i would have to do away wiht my darling 121 posts.&lt;br /&gt;how does anachronism sound?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;the idiots around me won't be able to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;not meaning you, you twerp, unless you are some one i detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a particulary GREAT lover of dogs, but i really love poodles.&lt;br /&gt;i am being sarcastic, if your slow brain hasn't processed it.&lt;br /&gt;since when i love anything, except the animal farm and LOTR (oh and AHEM WITH THE BOW AND ARROW)&lt;br /&gt;well, that is beside the point so let me get on to it.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, you aren't stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;i am going delirious againb.&lt;br /&gt;school is detrimental to your brains.&lt;br /&gt;don't end up like me kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POODLES OUGHT TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;what does my hair have to do with poodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; i don't like your hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; excusez-moi, jackass.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is certainly not on your head. so shut it.&lt;br /&gt;what does it have to do with you that i like to chop all my hair off?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall shave it bald.&lt;br /&gt;let's ee what you think of it then, POOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't let this horrid topic ruin my blog.&lt;br /&gt;it is DEFILING THE HIGH QUA;LITY OF MY WUNNERFUL BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;after all, who likes poodles.&lt;br /&gt;well, paris hilton maybe, but i don't think she qualifies as someone.&lt;br /&gt;her brain development is far to S L O W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snort.&lt;br /&gt;i love the killers.&lt;br /&gt;they rule.&lt;br /&gt;i want the click 5.&lt;br /&gt;just the girl is sooo mcfly with an harder edge.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i like really hard edges like green day, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pc is BURNING.&lt;br /&gt;meesa thinks meesa shall goesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in line with mrs stephens' write your intro at the beginning thing, i shall give you my title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;it is an overview.&lt;br /&gt;albeit a hysterical one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;121 poodles in the slaughterhouse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113802642946295903?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113802642946295903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113802642946295903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113802642946295903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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skin which took me like 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;this is a quick skin by my standard, i don't know about yours.&lt;br /&gt;this si rather ugly, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it is the best i can using the time restarint.&lt;br /&gt;cheer today.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't bathed you know and now i am all sticky.&lt;br /&gt;we did this cool thing called helicoptor, which s to throw the flyer..&lt;br /&gt;oh poor cynthia&lt;br /&gt;up into the air and she is supposed to FREAKING spin.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see how she can do that but the pendulum rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i am one of the poppers up.&lt;br /&gt;poppers-up is my own word, btw.&lt;br /&gt;i am so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog but i don't know what too.&lt;br /&gt;school has drained me of too many brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;i almost typed.&lt;br /&gt;SHELLS instead of CELLS.&lt;br /&gt;you see my meaning?&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET MY DRIFT?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously get to hysterical when school is in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the flag of the united states of america&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're going critise your government!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oops did i just say that?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;that is a green day song and i believe it is in perfectly leagal limits to quote it.&lt;br /&gt;i am very sure that billie joe armstrong won't sue me for airing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;he does his on a cd, and mine is on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;i want a new bloggie url but i would have to do away wiht my darling 121 posts.&lt;br /&gt;how does anachronism sound?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;the idiots around me won't be able to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;not meaning you, you twerp, unless you are some one i detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a particulary GREAT lover of dogs, but i really love poodles.&lt;br /&gt;i am being sarcastic, if your slow brain hasn't processed it.&lt;br /&gt;since when i love anything, except the animal farm and LOTR (oh and AHEM WITH THE BOW AND ARROW)&lt;br /&gt;well, that is beside the point so let me get on to it.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, you aren't stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;i am going delirious againb.&lt;br /&gt;school is detrimental to your brains.&lt;br /&gt;don't end up like me kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POODLES OUGHT TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;what does my hair have to do with poodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; i don't like your hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; excusez-moi, jackass.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is certainly not on your head. so shut it.&lt;br /&gt;what does it have to do with you that i like to chop all my hair off?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall shave it bald.&lt;br /&gt;let's ee what you think of it then, POOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't let this horrid topic ruin my blog.&lt;br /&gt;it is DEFILING THE HIGH QUA;LITY OF MY WUNNERFUL BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;after all, who likes poodles.&lt;br /&gt;well, paris hilton maybe, but i don't think she qualifies as someone.&lt;br /&gt;her brain development is far to S L O W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snort.&lt;br /&gt;i love the killers.&lt;br /&gt;they rule.&lt;br /&gt;i want the click 5.&lt;br /&gt;just the girl is sooo mcfly with an harder edge.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i like really hard edges like green day, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pc is BURNING.&lt;br /&gt;meesa thinks meesa shall goesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in line with mrs stephens' write your intro at the beginning thing, i shall give you my title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;it is an overview.&lt;br /&gt;albeit a hysterical one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;121 poodles in the slaughterhouse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113802642786036973?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8687631.post-113715228375100998</id><published>2006-01-13T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:38:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHE IS A BIAS FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER?&lt;br /&gt;SHE PLAINLY LOOKS DOWN ON US.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;WE SHALL DO IT AND SHOW HER.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE TRULY A STAR CLASS, WE ALL SHOULD GET AN EQUAL CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR UNFAIR UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS EVEN PUT ME OF BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFKJHSDJFHSAKHGKJFDHKJDLUGYIOR3UTOPQWIROPUGFQIPWR0G00-294TNGFX, JLFSKJ;OSIOGIJGHT KW5094592049029453GMSGFJSKNVNSFNKLDJFJDSFJPO33KRPZAJKDLJSFNKSDJFKJKDSJFLKSJDFFWIRT0980490-9885908T093JTJSKBN/L ;L&lt;br /&gt;;GLWGOPIWRIT0953=09UJLKWJPIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;I MANAGED TO TYPE PIG RANDOMLY.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT SHE IS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113715228375100998?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113715228375100998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113715228375100998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113715228375100998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113715228375100998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-is-bias-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113655444120820000</id><published>2006-01-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:34:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phooey.&lt;br /&gt;i am dismal, and not to mention sad because nobody tagged my blog!&lt;br /&gt;well, in fact that happens pretty often so i don't care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;open house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;my cheer skirt is as miss broughton would say, OBSCENCE, because i grew so much it is now uber mini.&lt;br /&gt;i have this super great concept for the dance banner.&lt;br /&gt;IJ DANCE is 7 letters, and so are the colours of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;so i am looking for 7 dancer/cheerleader silhouttes, make them all different rainbow colours, and put them against a black background, and a letter for each figure.&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure that i will be able to pull it off with my amateur photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;but still it would be really cool to see MY BANNER DESIGN hanging from the wall at school. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;searching searching searching.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;i sudden;y hate it, don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;i think i may be the only one to fail that math test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113655444120820000?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113655444120820000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113655444120820000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113655444120820000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113655444120820000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/01/phooey.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113638437091619818</id><published>2006-01-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:19:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you don't get what i am posting, you shall have to look to the last two posts.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;i do have time to post another post.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;runescape is bent on torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;like everyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;i have tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;BAM.&lt;br /&gt;i have a french test on passe compse on which i suck on on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;BAM.&lt;br /&gt;i have a maths test on friday.&lt;br /&gt;BAM.&lt;br /&gt;it just takes three shots to take me down.&lt;br /&gt;but elf-vampire-mortalwithtoomuchimagination&lt;br /&gt;don't go down so easily, eh.&lt;br /&gt;let's check out what's happening on the runescape front.&lt;br /&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs&lt;br /&gt;no words can explain my ecstasy, beacuse it has finished loading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8687631.post-113638402758708463</id><published>2006-01-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:13:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;runescape is moving far too slowly for my delight.&lt;br /&gt;so slowly that my super slow internet is able to let me type another post.&lt;br /&gt;my friendster is dying and i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to moan and moan today.&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;Ne bon pas.&lt;br /&gt;je deteste.&lt;br /&gt;je deteste l'ecole.&lt;br /&gt;but there is one bright spot today.&lt;br /&gt;mr army tank is no longer our teacher and that is a HUGE relief.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot begin to express my immense joy an satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;today is all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the heart to type yet i know i must keep on typing or i will slowly wilt away as runescape attempts to load.&lt;br /&gt;OH WOE IS ME.&lt;br /&gt;as you might have realised, the more upset i get, the more melodrama pours out.&lt;br /&gt;my barometer of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;so if i suddenly talk in big words, or when i open my mouth when i am sulking, go away.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;i said i wouldn't and now i have made a terrible fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;i sswear i will never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i can control it.&lt;br /&gt;runescape.&lt;br /&gt;loading animations, 90 percent.&lt;br /&gt;is  even the internet against me?&lt;br /&gt;why must the rest of the world(meaning technology) disappoint me now when i require it the most?&lt;br /&gt;OH WOE IS ME.&lt;br /&gt;jealousy, sending saints into the sea,swimming in sick lullabies, choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;but that's just the price i pay.&lt;br /&gt;destiny is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;open up my eager eyes.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M MR. BRIGHTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;runescape loafding models 49 percent. oh hurry.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to publish this and wait to see if i can blog another post.&lt;br /&gt;i msut be mad to post so much in one night.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not done moaning deliriously yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113638402758708463?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113638402758708463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113638402758708463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113638402758708463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113638402758708463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113638303081973503</id><published>2006-01-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:57:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh please runescape please please please LOAD.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to play runescape.&lt;br /&gt;that's the only thing that can salvage me from the torment of the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;it all went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to say how but it is just WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;the school is huge and we shall have to run about.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;i am gruppy.&lt;br /&gt;pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much mishy for the notebook!&lt;br /&gt;there's no way i can thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;it was the only good thing today.&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;av, if you want me to tag, tell me the addy!&lt;br /&gt;i forgot all about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOAD RUNESCAPE LOAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113638303081973503?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113638303081973503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113638303081973503' title='0 Comments'/><link 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tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;dreading.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;i said that earlier in the last post.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am so gratified people tagged.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why there's a stupid blue border.&lt;br /&gt;i double checked the HTML.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's Tinypic.&lt;br /&gt;pffft.&lt;br /&gt;i think there is something serously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;i am getting addicted to the killers.&lt;br /&gt;it's worse than my simple plan addiction in feb.&lt;br /&gt;at least it wore off after one two days and&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS KILLING ME!&lt;br /&gt;ALL I CAN BEAR TO HEAR IS THE KILLERS FOR 2 WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know this is real bad because when i put green day on, i feel like stamping on the player.&lt;br /&gt;THAT NEVER HAPPENS.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;mish's blog is so orange.&lt;br /&gt;whoever said that orange is the new pink is serously disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i am quoting elle woods.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finally got the school of rock dvd and sat on friday on the sofa like a loser with lay's potato chips watching it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i can play smoke on the water!&lt;br /&gt;yayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;i played it when zack was learning, AT THE SAME TIME!&lt;br /&gt;so cool.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i am sounding too cheerful for my own liking.&lt;br /&gt;school's starting.&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to be moaning.&lt;br /&gt;the killers are seroualy helping me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;MIDNIGHT SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;this song is so sick.&lt;br /&gt;but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;you've got a real short skirt and i want to look UP  look UP UP UP UP.&lt;br /&gt;i know why girls like bad bois.&lt;br /&gt;their badness just makes you wanna tame them.&lt;br /&gt;i am so not speaking from experience and i am delirious.&lt;br /&gt;i am listening to the killers 7 times in a row today.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;school starting.&lt;br /&gt;the killers.&lt;br /&gt;my sister.&lt;br /&gt;anne rice.&lt;br /&gt;they are all plotting to make me go mad.&lt;br /&gt;they are in cahoots.&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;i am going mad.&lt;br /&gt;too much loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;too much of being stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;too much bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;too much backstabbing.&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna live it my way when i get to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i won't look at anyone of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;i won't talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;i will keep on being weird.&lt;br /&gt;singing green day and the killers under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;writing nonsense forever in my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;lugging a book everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO GET WASTED NOW ON ICE CREAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113626915919488434?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8687631.post-113626832786508724</id><published>2006-01-03T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:05:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.i finally bought the killers' hot fuss after so long because i could not get my&lt;br /&gt;chemical romance.whoo, they rock.but green day is still better.i want to see if my chemical romance is better than them.i swear that i am not going to lend anyone any more cds to anyone.i am still very pissed with jasmine, who took my green day and returned it with&lt;br /&gt;a huge scratch.ARGh.my sister bought the new compliation album, hitz.although i don't know what for.she only likes the pussycats dolls.ooh.MR. BRIGHTSIDE!it started out as a kisshow did it end up like this?oh yes. back to my sister.she thinks she knows eveything about the music industry.and she thinks the line from gewn stefani's cool isI KNOW WE'RE NEW.it 's I KNOW WE'RE COOL for heaven's sake.oh god.and she tries to sing BEP's don't lie but she sucks worse than me.she's morphing into the very people who have been tormenting me all my life.ah.how the hell am i supposed to live with her?her best friend, marsha is 20 times worse than her.i swear.one day i am going to punch her.never mind,i shall not speak of unpleasant things.on the other hand.brandon flowers is such an odd name for a lead singer.haha.by the way, i am talking about the killer's lead singer.i can't stand it, i have to go to school and face whatever whatnot tomorrow.i am feeling tormented.argh.nothing seems to feel good when school begin.i used to want school to happen in primary school and now school drags on and&lt;br /&gt;on. but then again, i had things to look forward to in primary school.ha.but i got new shoes.that's one bright side.my shoes are so cool!it's a brand called sleese and i got it from penisula plaza.they are track shoes (duh. that new school rule sucks.)and they have super thin soles, the kind i like.i am quite traumatized by high rubber soles ever since i fell off that straddle&lt;br /&gt;with my op shoes.oh, and they have this flap over the laces like the kind on football shoes.NICE.YAY!"maybe baby please"-somebody told me.anyway, my grandma and sis are out so now i am going on line.and my nosy sis won't poke her nose in what i am doing.so.i am going to connect now, and post this.and another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113626832786508724?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113626832786508724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113626832786508724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113626832786508724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113626832786508724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113582776535885482</id><published>2005-12-29T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:42:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i finally learnt and entire and whole 16 notes of a song on guitar.&lt;br /&gt;and it is so cool that the song i learnt was the one from school of rock.&lt;br /&gt;the first song that dewey finn teaches the kids.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt zack's piece.&lt;br /&gt;it's called smoke on the water, by this band called deep purple.&lt;br /&gt;i think i like hard picks better.&lt;br /&gt;i bought 3 new ones because i realised all my M picks are all worn down on one side.&lt;br /&gt;smoke on the water's lke this:&lt;br /&gt;We all came out to montreux&lt;br /&gt;On the lake geneva shoreline&lt;br /&gt;To make records with a mobile&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have much time&lt;br /&gt;Frank zappa and the mothers&lt;br /&gt;Were at the best place around&lt;br /&gt;But some stupid with a flare gun&lt;br /&gt;Burned the place to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;They burned down the gambling house&lt;br /&gt;It died with an awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Funky claude was running in and out&lt;br /&gt;Pulling kids out the ground&lt;br /&gt;When it all was over&lt;br /&gt;We had to find another place&lt;br /&gt;But swiss time was running out&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that we would lose the race&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at the grand hotel&lt;br /&gt;It was empty cold and bare&lt;br /&gt;But with the rolling truck stones thing just our music there&lt;br /&gt;With a few red lights and a few old beds&lt;br /&gt;We make a place to sweat&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we get out of thisI know we’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the smoke on the water part, and the whole fire in the sky thing.&lt;br /&gt;because that is all i know who to play.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could try it one the electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;BWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like making a school of rock thing.&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;skin. ah.&lt;br /&gt;but people are seriously warped because when i search school of rock,&lt;br /&gt;all i get is frigging people climbing rocks!&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;thea and i are writing a new magazine again.&lt;br /&gt;*than-'zine.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask about the name.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not explain.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i have to do all the frigging layouts and the boring bits like the subscribers etc.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;it looks really plain.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i shall look for some more fonts and find a way to spice up those header.&lt;br /&gt;i hope thea won't mind the plainess.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my braces are killing me and i feel like pulling out the blasted things.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am not feeling that good.,&lt;br /&gt;because school is starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;got the school blues.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;\plus i got a cold.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113582776535885482?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113582776535885482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113582776535885482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113582776535885482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113582776535885482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoo-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113542881264428066</id><published>2005-12-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T20:53:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i like xmas because i get wunnerful cards and pressies.&lt;br /&gt;mish sent me the sweetest card ever.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i put all of my cards above the headboard on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;there's floss's.&lt;br /&gt;her nice gold and blue glit royale card.&lt;br /&gt;then avril's handmade one.&lt;br /&gt;but now i am so pissed with her i am restraining from tearing it up.&lt;br /&gt;then's there's mish's.&lt;br /&gt;then clarissa's very LOVELY and CUTESY card.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, it's anthea's snowmen card.&lt;br /&gt;thank god no one sent me frosty the snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;i hate frosty.&lt;br /&gt;he is a menace to the car driving popluation.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;get that book, mish.&lt;br /&gt;it is so you.&lt;br /&gt;i love it, so i guess it might be so me too.&lt;br /&gt;but that is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;it's christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;(THOUGH)&lt;br /&gt;avril.&lt;br /&gt;i do not like you.&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;you find a problem with me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and i am not so weak anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you'd be quite suprised that i am actually stronger than last time.&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite unfair in the past.&lt;br /&gt;you learnt taekwondo and i was just this little LOTR book reading freak.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what the hell a wolfjump is.&lt;br /&gt;i most certainly can do a toe touch.&lt;br /&gt;so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW IT"S XMAS.&lt;br /&gt;i am getting so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;eh.&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed off most of the time so i guess i am doubly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;why can't people stop playing all those dratted songs?&lt;br /&gt;every single department stall i go to, i hear all this lame-o carlos which i have heard a thousand times before.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, all those stores use a common CD so they can piss their customers off and reduce the shopping crowd.&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;i need to smack someone.&lt;br /&gt;PFUIT.&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling like scrooge at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;but there was one bright spot today.&lt;br /&gt;i watch 8 episodes of CSI Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;which means i spent 8 h in front of the tv and i intend to watch somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i can beat Armstrong on CSI triva.&lt;br /&gt;i know what GSR is.&lt;br /&gt;how you can make a on the go kit.&lt;br /&gt;jane does and john does?&lt;br /&gt;no problem.&lt;br /&gt;maybe Jerry Bruckheimer has some criminal relatives and he is using CSI to tell them how NOT to commit a crime.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;i am typing gibberish as usual.&lt;br /&gt;my blog is so boring and filled with my own self centered wonders that it is a great wonder that anyone tags my blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;going online is so boring now.&lt;br /&gt;there's no avril to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAHH.&lt;br /&gt;actually, my msn cannot work so she is the ONLY person i talk to.&lt;br /&gt;all of you, please get Gmail pleae.&lt;br /&gt;i will give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;i am deseperate for conversation.&lt;br /&gt;back to what i do onl;ine.&lt;br /&gt;visit my deviantart page, but there is no use since no one looks at my pictures or reads the story.&lt;br /&gt;search for pictures of lestat.&lt;br /&gt;tag blogs.&lt;br /&gt;avril's and mish's and paul's.&lt;br /&gt;but now?&lt;br /&gt;2 people blogs only.&lt;br /&gt;read email.&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;i don't go to friendster.&lt;br /&gt;i just let it die out.&lt;br /&gt;why should i go there since i have virtually 0 testimonials, no friends, virtual or whatnot so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;my online life is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can go to the Deviantart chatrooms and look for some boring vampire book reading people like my self and engage in some roleplay.&lt;br /&gt;which i absoluty love doing in chatrooms.&lt;br /&gt;roleplay RULES&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall go do that now.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113542881264428066?l=theparanoia.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-8687631.post-113531561316154322</id><published>2005-12-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:26:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED.</title><content type='html'>my computer is HANGING.&lt;br /&gt;so i had better type this quick before it really slips into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;fabulous smashing new skin.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think avril will have anything to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe she will.&lt;br /&gt;like this skin is too dark.&lt;br /&gt;i have a theme this time round.&lt;br /&gt;paint the town red.&lt;br /&gt;i like red.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;red is like the YAY colour.&lt;br /&gt;when i am pissed&lt;br /&gt;(i don't get sad)&lt;br /&gt;RED is so angsty and in your face and just me.&lt;br /&gt;red is nice.&lt;br /&gt;red's my colour.&lt;br /&gt;redredredredredred.&lt;br /&gt;i thought up this blog entry on the way home last night.&lt;br /&gt;my auntie got me the sudoku handheld.&lt;br /&gt;OH JOY OH HAPPY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking of wht to blog everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i cannot stop thinking so i have to have a notebook with me to write down every little thing i am thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;like me journal.&lt;br /&gt;it is totally full of noonsensical little one liners that have what i feel at that time in simple short words.&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are forever disorganised.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if anyone thinks like this too.&lt;br /&gt;like keeps pondering the meaning of everything.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just me.&lt;br /&gt;i fantaize to much.&lt;br /&gt;i had imaginary friends as a kid, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i still have them now.&lt;br /&gt;this seems to be the week for confessions.&lt;br /&gt;i confessed that i am a nerd in i-cannot-remember-when post.&lt;br /&gt;right now, my name is Alyss Rose Talbot.&lt;br /&gt;I live with my stagewriter and director uncle Elton Talbot.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are gone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;Even to my uncle, leastways you.&lt;br /&gt;he wrote a play for me.&lt;br /&gt;ROSE RED.&lt;br /&gt;and i am to make my stage debut as the lead in this play.&lt;br /&gt;but Dan Cliffe, my lead co-star and i hate one another.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN ANYONE NOT HATE DAN?&lt;br /&gt;he's mean, snobby and not in the least way British&lt;br /&gt;(btw, i'm british)&lt;br /&gt;i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;annoyer.&lt;br /&gt;git.&lt;br /&gt;we have no chemistry on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;shan't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing it all down.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY.&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day, if i am in the mood, i shall show it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;glorious.&lt;br /&gt;spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;brillant.&lt;br /&gt;excellent.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;must go eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;later going out for my Grandmere's anniversaire.&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais (wear) ma (grad tea clothes)&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find a top to go with that blasted skirt.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to look horrid and i know that for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could wear the top with my (ccording to REBEKAH) gross and indecent skirt.&lt;br /&gt;which is conicedentally, twice as long as any skirt i have seen valerie wear.&lt;br /&gt;Just because i don't usually wear a skirt, doesn't mean that i don't have the right to wear one,&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;i have no intention to kick you off your BIMBO OF THE WORLD throne so you don't have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;at least i am myself and i don't FLAUNT.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;you make me pissed.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care how i'm going to look anyway.&lt;br /&gt;major sigh.&lt;br /&gt;anything will do.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get back to my book.&lt;br /&gt;BTW.&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this mish, (i know you are not and will never.) go read Happy Ever After by Adele Geras.&lt;br /&gt;trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;i recommended Ella Enchanted to you and you loved it, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;no one listens, no one reads and no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;it's just me in a crazy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113531561316154322?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113531561316154322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113531561316154322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113531561316154322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113531561316154322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/red.html' title='RED.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113522831542257288</id><published>2005-12-22T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:11:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god avril.&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed with you.&lt;br /&gt;can't you kust settle down and listen to me and not always jump to conclusions that whatever i do is stupid?&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being squashed by your big tyrannical judgemental foot.&lt;br /&gt;i made this skin myself and i like it and i will never rip others skin off.&lt;br /&gt;are you assuming that because YOU do it?&lt;br /&gt;i have got enough of gladys.&lt;br /&gt;enough of the bimbos i face daily in school.&lt;br /&gt;enough of the FEARS i have about losing animale farm.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i am melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;it is my way.&lt;br /&gt;it is THE way i live by.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i don't believe in dracula?&lt;br /&gt;so what if i read boring books?&lt;br /&gt;i like it my way.&lt;br /&gt;and i am not offending anyone with my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---you're my kryptonite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113522831542257288?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113522831542257288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113522831542257288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113522831542257288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113522831542257288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-god-avril.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113500393659359784</id><published>2005-12-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:52:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avril: i took it off my friend's blog&lt;br /&gt;All About You&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;Day: Mon&lt;br /&gt;Weather:  Dark&lt;br /&gt;Mood: in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;Music: give me novacaine--green day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section one: BORING basics – your profile, your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;First name: vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Middle: ravyn&lt;br /&gt;Last: lim&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your name? sucks.&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you would have been called? kara ravyn.&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: 23/04/92&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Age: 13&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Femme&lt;br /&gt;Parents: mom and dad. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: annoying britney spears wannabe&lt;br /&gt;Pets: nil..&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents: 2 grandmamas&lt;br /&gt;Do your grandparents live near you? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Astrological Sign: taurus&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=868763"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=868763&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like where you live? im my fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of town is it? medieval.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 163cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 40&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section two: you and appearances&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your hair? jet black&lt;br /&gt;Do you dye it? No Duh.&lt;br /&gt;If so – what is your natural hair colour? -&lt;br /&gt;How long is it? short.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it? yeah. you bet.&lt;br /&gt;How many different colours has it been? une.&lt;br /&gt;What colour are your eyes? black.&lt;br /&gt;What part of your appearance gets commented the most? me being one of the tallest people in cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why that is? because i am tall, i get kicked to the back to be a supporter.&lt;br /&gt;What is your body type? ? flat long thin. two words. bamboo pole.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your size? guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Describe your dress style: black. red. green. jeans.&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been dressing this way: half my life.&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you fitted any particular stereotype? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Which one? nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with the way you look? i seriously don't care.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite physical feature? my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any scars? huge white one on my leg. damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;Any distinguishing features/marks? yes. overlarge brain. nerd glasses. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken any bones? No&lt;br /&gt;How did you break them? can't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section three: your personality, and hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for a living? give out flyers for a dating company.&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy it? no.&lt;br /&gt;What do you plan to do with the rest of your life? act. something to do with english. write.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite pastimes: writing. blogging. reading. dreaming. fantasing.&lt;br /&gt;What do you spend most of your spare time doing? breathing. pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Who do like to spend your time with?the computer and the fellowship of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to most?avril. online. without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Who are your closest friends? animale farm. av.&lt;br /&gt;What pubs do you drink in? the village inn.&lt;br /&gt;How would your friends describe you as a person? weird kick ass freak. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;How would YOU describe you as a person? um. yeah. UM.&lt;br /&gt;Who, would you say, other than your parents, knows you the best? mish.&lt;br /&gt;What are the known qualities of your starsign? don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Are you all of these things? -&lt;br /&gt;What starsigns are you most compatible with?don't care.&lt;br /&gt;What are your weaknesses? impatient. reckless.&lt;br /&gt;What are your strong dislikes? bimbos. airheads.&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most, in general – writing. and legolas.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like animals? so so. if they don't look nnaasssttyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any favourites? no.&lt;br /&gt;If you could tame any wild animal to be a pet, what would it be: tiger. white siberian.&lt;br /&gt;How many different jobs have you had?1.&lt;br /&gt;The last friend you hung out with: 15 people from 6 lily.&lt;br /&gt;The last friend you spoke to on phone: i cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;The last friend you emailed: eliza.&lt;br /&gt;The last friend you text: mish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section four: childhood&lt;br /&gt;What were you like as a child?weird. i had tons of imaginary friends.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have many friends? no. i am weird.&lt;br /&gt;What schools did you attend? newton. kinderland. ntuc childcare. ij.&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy school? so so.&lt;br /&gt;Was your childhood good? can't remeber.&lt;br /&gt;What were your favourite bands/singers as a child? sesmae street.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food: pizza. popcorn. marshmellow. orlando bloom on a silver platter. haven't tried that but i am sure it's good.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite colours: black. red. purple white green&lt;br /&gt;Favourite toys: my magnet duck and bear.&lt;br /&gt;Best friends/friends: animale farm. though now i am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite school teacher: mrs geetha.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite school subject: english.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite game: warcraft. runescape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section five: Music&lt;br /&gt;How has your music taste evolved recently, if it has done? no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ALWAYS listened to this genre of music? yes.&lt;br /&gt;What genres do you listen to now:punk rock/pop.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the different genres, how would YOU sum up your music? erm.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite groups/bands: green day.. it is in my profile on my blog lar.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite musicians/singers: ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Musician idol: i don't idolise no one.&lt;br /&gt;Musician ‘style’ idol: -ditto&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe you can sing? am tone deaf.&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head right now? ????&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a band? no.&lt;br /&gt;If so – tell us about it:&lt;br /&gt;If not – create one, if you were in one, what would it be called and what kind of music would you play: blood tears.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite music videos?no.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite CDs : green day.&lt;br /&gt;What would YOUR music videos be like?dark.&lt;br /&gt;If you could have another musician guest star in a song/video, who would it be and why? green day. they rock.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite film soundtrack? ella enchanted?&lt;br /&gt;Section six: Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get to read? 24/7&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy reading? totally.&lt;br /&gt;What book are you currently reading? blackwood farm anne rice.&lt;br /&gt;Worst book you’ve ever read? ? chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you walk into a book shop: 3 times a wk.&lt;br /&gt;What genres do you like to read: fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite childhood stories: ?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite novels: everything anne rice and LOTR&lt;br /&gt;Do you read poetry? yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever WRITE your own poetry? ditto.&lt;br /&gt;If so – what are they about, and what are they called? -not telling.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite poets: loads&lt;br /&gt;Favourite poems: ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Do you write stories – if so, tell us about one of them: yes. not telling. it is in the works.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section seven: Movies, and the like&lt;br /&gt;Favourite actresses: keira knightley.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite actors: Johnny Depp, orli&lt;br /&gt;What movies have you seen your favourite actresses in? loads.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie genres: fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Least favourite movie genres: Horror.&lt;br /&gt;Worst movie ever seen: um. um. dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movies: LOTR&lt;br /&gt;Favourite childhood movies: beauty and the beast.&lt;br /&gt;If you could star in any movie, which would it be and why: LOTR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it rules! so i can kiss legolas. WHATVEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Who would play you in the movie of your life? me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section eight: Last..&lt;br /&gt;Song you sang: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Song you listened to: ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Song you danced to: ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Song you nodded your head along to: sk8er boi.&lt;br /&gt;Food you ate: rice.&lt;br /&gt;Drink you drank: Water&lt;br /&gt;Book you read: son of the mob.&lt;br /&gt;Person you spoke to: uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Person you emailed: tan.&lt;br /&gt;Time you were drunk: never.&lt;br /&gt;Time someone got annoyed with you: every single second.&lt;br /&gt;Magazine you read: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you said:i wanna go online.&lt;br /&gt;Movie you watched:fellowship of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;TV show you watched: spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section nine: Your surroundings&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your room? White&lt;br /&gt;How is it laid out ?&lt;br /&gt;Describe it:it is my room. full stop.&lt;br /&gt;How many bedrooms are in your house: 5&lt;br /&gt;Do you live on a road/close/street etc: road.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of house is it? apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it there? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;How old is your house? dunno&lt;br /&gt;How many different rooms are there? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section ten: Future, and random questions.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in astrology? no.&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion on gay marriages? if they want it, by George do it.&lt;br /&gt;Are you particularly religious? no.&lt;br /&gt;What are your annoyances? this question was asked already.Do you believe in reincarnation? NO.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite girls names: ravyn&lt;br /&gt;Favourite boys names: erick&lt;br /&gt;Email addresses:littleblackflower&lt;br /&gt;MSN/s: girlofsuburbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section eleven: Ending&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of this survey?long. stupid. boring.&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy it? no&lt;br /&gt;Time now: 10.51&lt;br /&gt;Any last words? this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113500393659359784?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113500393659359784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113500393659359784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113500393659359784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113500393659359784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/avril-i-took-it-off-my-friends-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113497680645670084</id><published>2005-12-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:20:06.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the worst is over.&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 teeth lesser than usual.&lt;br /&gt;and two gaping pools of blood in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like poor young willy wonka now.&lt;br /&gt;but i still have one more week to go before my mouth is offically a railwheel track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.&lt;br /&gt;nice legolas picture&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/1600/Legolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5736/601/320/Legolas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is HAND DRAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i still carry a torch for this particular blonde prince.&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;let us not be bimbotic and Elle Woods.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Elle Woods.&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to be a law student.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do English and/or drama.&lt;br /&gt;lemme see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool University&lt;br /&gt;English Language and Literature BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in English Language and LiteratureAwarding Body: University of LiverpoolCourse DescriptionThe first year is a foundation course designed to give you the basic skills and tools for the advanced sturdy of English Literature and Language. The modules include An Introduction to English Language; From Work to Text; Approaches to Literary Study; Close Reading; Literature in English; Literature in Time; An Introduction to English Language; From Sound to Speech; Approaches to Literary Study; Critical Reading; Literature in English; Modernism. In the second and third years, you have a good deal of freedom to plan the specific path that you follow through the programme. You may choose to construct a programme combining English Language and Literature, or to specialise in either. The topics covered include the traditional core subjects such as the major literary periods, canonical authors, history of the language, and grammar, as well as a range of innovative areas - from the analysis of informal conversation to an exploaration of language and gender; from medieval romances to crime fiction and science fiction; from creative writing to drama workshops. The language modules aim to provide understanding of the historical, social and psychological factors that shape the English Language used in everyday life. The literature modules are designed to foster interpretive skills applying to a wide range of genres and historical periods. The second year focuses on the major periods of English Literature; and to ensure that your study has appropriate breadth, you must take a certain number of units on pre-1750 literature. In the third year, the emphasis is on specialisation within a study of different genres - poetry, drama, etc. In both Language and Literature, you also learn to work more independently in the third year - for instance, a dissertation on a topic of your choice provides you with the opportunity to explore a particular topic in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thames Valley University&lt;br /&gt;Drama: Acting for Stage and Media BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in Drama: Acting for Stage and MediaAwarding Body: Thames Valley UniversityInternational Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=5167&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsA level or AVCE: 140 points. BTEC National Diploma: Merit Overall. Access: Pass plus GCSE English grade C or above. The London College of Music &amp; Media are looking for an overall profile which includes evidence of Key Skills and breadth at AS/VCE AS level with 2 subjects at A/VCE A level. All Curriculum 2000 offers are made on an individual basis tailored to the number of A/VCE A level and AS/VCE AS level subjects and Key Skills an applicant has chosen to study. Key Skills points are strongly encouraged. The UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is cheaper by one thousand pounds than compared to the top one.&lt;br /&gt;and it is drama.&lt;br /&gt;not english.&lt;br /&gt;plus you only need to have 2 a levels.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Greenwich&lt;br /&gt;Drama and English BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in Drama and EnglishAwarding Body: University of GreenwichInternational Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=1039&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsThe UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;this is so the one i want.&lt;br /&gt;plus there are scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;this one is same as the one above this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Greenwich&lt;br /&gt;English with Drama BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in English with DramaAwarding Body: University of GreenwichAssessment methodAssessment includes group project work, practical presentations and portfolios, as well as conventional essays and examinations.International Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=1039&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsInterviews are required for mature and non-standard entries. The UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i don't see the difference between this one and the former.&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is more english focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Greenwich&lt;br /&gt;English BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in EnglishAwarding Body: University of GreenwichCourse DescriptionEnglish is interpreted broadly to include film and drama as well as fiction and poetry. Students are encouraged to think creatively about the relation between literature and other forms of representation, between theory and practice and between English and a wider cultural history. Full advantage is taken of our culturally and historically rich location and our proximity to central London. Visits to theatres, art galleries and museums are integral to many courses.Assessment methodAssessment includes group project work, practical presentations and portfolios, as well as conventional essays and examinations.International Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=1039&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsInterviews are required for mature and non-standard entries. The UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh this is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;too bad it is all just english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglia Ruskin University&lt;br /&gt;Drama/English BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in Drama/EnglishAwarding Body: Anglia Polytechnic UniversityInternational Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=5164&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsThe UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglia Ruskin University&lt;br /&gt;Drama/Writing BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in Drama/WritingAwarding Body: Anglia Polytechnic UniversityInternational Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=5164&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsThe UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglia Ruskin University&lt;br /&gt;English/Drama BA (Hons)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 3 yearsType of Attendance: Full timeQualification:BA Honours Degree in English/DramaAwarding Body: Anglia Polytechnic UniversityInternational Course FeesClick &lt;a href="http://www.educationuk.org/pls/hot_bc/bc_profile.page_pls_profile_details?x=175500954106&amp;y=0&amp;amp;a=65&amp;z=5164&amp;amp;sec_id=7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more informationEntry RequirementsThe UCAS deadline for UK applicants for this course is January 15th 2006. Start DatesSep 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;my sister is in a hot pink tube and pants.&lt;br /&gt;and she is dancing in  front of the teevee and singing&lt;br /&gt;A TOTALLY WARPED VERSION OF HEY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, everyone i know is just dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am the one.&lt;br /&gt;after all, i am ceritfied sparstic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;i confess.&lt;br /&gt;i am a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;i presume that i am the only hardcore nerd (angeline excluded of course) in the history of IJ.&lt;br /&gt;there are study nerds. you know who.&lt;br /&gt;but we are different because i am one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;i dare YOU&lt;br /&gt;to find me a nerd who is : -&lt;br /&gt;totally obsessed with lotr.&lt;br /&gt;watched the whole star wars saga and understood it.&lt;br /&gt;finished reading david copperfiled by charles dickens and liked it.(the unabriged verso)&lt;br /&gt;enjoys x men.&lt;br /&gt;is already thinking of further studies.&lt;br /&gt;finds greek mythology fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the trojian war too. (i swear it has nothing to do with the movie. it has absolutely nothing to do with a naked brad pitt or an orlando bloom in a miniskirt)&lt;br /&gt;wants to read and write latin.&lt;br /&gt;is in love with anything epic, honour, valour, war and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;wants to be an elf.&lt;br /&gt;and speak elvish.&lt;br /&gt;reads an average of 1.83 books per day.&lt;br /&gt;thick books.&lt;br /&gt;and i outgrew charmed and smallville and o.c. and chick lit stories long ago.&lt;br /&gt;SO BOO ON YOU MR. ARMY TANK!&lt;br /&gt;and has only one serious crush in all my 13 years of existance,&lt;br /&gt;a totally gorgeous blond elf who technically doesn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;has only 3 skirts ( one from grad tea)&lt;br /&gt;is a social outcast. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;wants to publish my goth epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can really call me a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;because i listen to green day.&lt;br /&gt;cuss all the time.&lt;br /&gt;wear black.&lt;br /&gt;enjpy picking fights.&lt;br /&gt;perfected the frosty stare(and i am not afraid to lose it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can call me a Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113497680645670084?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113497680645670084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113497680645670084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113497680645670084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113497680645670084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/worst-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113470547560149083</id><published>2005-12-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:57:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh.&lt;br /&gt;new skin yays.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i felt halfway reading pride and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;do not ever read pride and prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope the movie is better.&lt;br /&gt;and now i realise...&lt;br /&gt;pride and prejudice ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;it is so dreary at the beginning but it is the classique princess ending.&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;orlando bloom is so my mr. darcy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113470547560149083?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113470547560149083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113470547560149083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113470547560149083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113470547560149083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113455051551209723</id><published>2005-12-14T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:59:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xlovethebitchx.blogspot.com"&gt;http://xlovethebitchx.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xlovethebitchx.blogspot.com"&gt;the 2 dec post.&lt;br /&gt;read that.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;the person metioned happens to be me!&lt;br /&gt;(wowness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not nice.&lt;br /&gt;whatever gave you that impression?&lt;br /&gt;have you not noticed anyone who reads LOTR more than 5 times over is not to be trifled with?&lt;br /&gt;eg. Levina. Avril. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops yes i did bitch about you.&lt;br /&gt;but look who's talking.&lt;br /&gt;i bitched about the resident bitch-er&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would i want "plus points" with the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what can bitching to the seniors do to YOU?&lt;br /&gt;FYI.&lt;br /&gt;they ask ME why i don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;and i stated the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;you bitch too frigging much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;and if it doesn't bother you, why am i a meanie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;that is because they haven't seen enuff, dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a LOUSY CHEER CAPTAIN FOR 1/1.&lt;br /&gt;this pisses me off the most.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;and we won.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;we would have did better, you know, if everyone listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote cheers.&lt;br /&gt;5 or six.&lt;br /&gt;nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;and all of you didn't even read it.&lt;br /&gt;and you went to write your ohana cheer.&lt;br /&gt;i made an effort missy.&lt;br /&gt;and if you didn't see it, well then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i drew up stunts etc.&lt;br /&gt;well no one listened&lt;br /&gt;and all of you are looked at me like i was the bossiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;didin't let&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;be a&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CHEER CAPTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;and when i was bored because all of you&lt;br /&gt;DISAGREED WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;and i went writing in my journal&lt;br /&gt;(because that is what i live to do)&lt;br /&gt;you all said.&lt;br /&gt;"eh van you are THE cheer captain. come do some work and help us with the cheer"&lt;br /&gt;you dare use the CHEER CAPTAIN POSITION against me.&lt;br /&gt;when you don't wan me to assume any form leadership, you pickd ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you are doing that go to jail thing.&lt;br /&gt;haven't you all bimbos realised that thing is so lame?&lt;br /&gt;i am ABOVE that.&lt;br /&gt;way above.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care of you all hate me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i am ALREADY hated.&lt;br /&gt;i don't consider you airheads as friends.&lt;br /&gt;just part of the normal school clique ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and your species will likely be..&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;airheadis dumbasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people irk me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think shit about you.&lt;br /&gt;what matters to me are my real friends.&lt;br /&gt;the people which i don't have to a ct and put on a face when i am with them.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;get a life and get outta mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xlovethebitchx.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xlovethebitchx.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113455051551209723?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113455051551209723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113455051551209723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113455051551209723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113455051551209723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/go-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113455032118374618</id><published>2005-12-14T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:52:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go t this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://xlovethebitchx.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 dec post.&lt;br /&gt;read that.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;the person metioned happens to be me!&lt;br /&gt;(wowness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not nice.&lt;br /&gt;whatever gave you that impression?&lt;br /&gt;have you not noticed anyone who reads LOTR more than 5 times over is not to be trifled with?&lt;br /&gt;eg. Levina. Avril. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops yes i did bitch about you.&lt;br /&gt;but look who's talking.&lt;br /&gt;i bitched about the resident bitch-er&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would i want "plus points" with the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what can bitching to the seniors do to YOU?&lt;br /&gt;FYI.&lt;br /&gt;they ask ME why i don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;and i stated the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;you bitch too frigging much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh.&lt;br /&gt; and if it doesn't bother you, why am i a meanie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;that is because they haven't seen enuff, dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a LOUSY CHEER CAPTAIN FOR 1/1.&lt;br /&gt;this pisses me off the most.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;and we won.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;we would have did better, you know, if everyone listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote cheers.&lt;br /&gt;5 or six.&lt;br /&gt;nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;and all of you didn't even read it.&lt;br /&gt;and you went to write your ohana cheer.&lt;br /&gt;i made an effort missy.&lt;br /&gt;and if you didn't see it, well then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i drew up stunts etc.&lt;br /&gt;well no one listened&lt;br /&gt;and all of you are looked at me like i was the bossiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;didin't let&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;be a&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CHEER CAPTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;and when i was bored because all of you&lt;br /&gt;DISAGREED WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;and i went writing in my journal&lt;br /&gt;(because that is what i live to do)&lt;br /&gt;you all said.&lt;br /&gt;"eh van you are THE cheer captain. come do some work and help us with the cheer"&lt;br /&gt;you dare use the CHEER CAPTAIN POSITION against me.&lt;br /&gt;when you don't wan me to assume any form leadership, you pickd ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you are doing that go to jail thing.&lt;br /&gt;haven't you all bimbos realised that thing is so lame?&lt;br /&gt;i am ABOVE that.&lt;br /&gt;way above.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care of you all hate me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i am ALREADY hated.&lt;br /&gt;i don't consider you airheads as friends.&lt;br /&gt;just part of the normal school clique ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and your species will likely be..&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;airheadis dumbasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people irk me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think shit about you.&lt;br /&gt;what matters to me are my real friends.&lt;br /&gt;the people which i don't have to a ct and put on a face when i am with them.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;get a life and get outta mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113455032118374618?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113455032118374618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113455032118374618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113455032118374618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113455032118374618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/go-t-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113454826823939053</id><published>2005-12-14T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:28:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"RULES OF THE GAME. POST FIVE WEIRD THINGS OR RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF. AT THE END OF THE LIST, LIST 5 NAMES THAT ARE IN LINE TO DO THIS. DONT FORGET TO LEAVE A COMMENT "YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED" ON THEIR BLOGS TO READ YOURS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am reading the full unabridged version of jane austen's pride and prejudice to actually find all what all the fuss is all about Colin Firth jumping into the lake thing in the old movie. i am at the middle of the book now, which is deadly boring, and there is no metion of any lake. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i realise my biggest crush is still orlando bloom.&lt;br /&gt;WHY????&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i love teen titans!&lt;br /&gt;* When there's trouble, you know who to call (TEEN TITANS!)From their tower, they can see it all (TEEN TITANS!)When there's evil on the attackYou can rest knowing they got your back'Cause when the world needs heroes on patrol&lt;br /&gt;TEEN TITANS, GO!TEEN TITANS, GO!&lt;br /&gt;With their super powers, they unite (TEEN TITANS!)Never met a villain that they liked (TEEN TITANS!)They got the bad guys on the runThey never stop until the job gets done'Cause when the world is losing all control&lt;br /&gt;TEEN TITANS, GO!TEEN TITANS, GO!&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is black, you better watch outYou cannot escape the teamWhen they catch you, there won't be any doubtYou've been beaten by the teensbeaten by the teens&lt;br /&gt;T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S! TEEN TITANS! LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;TEEN TITANS, GO!TEEN TITANS, GO!&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, GO!TEEN TITANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. avril and i are best enemies.&lt;br /&gt;hey there avvie.&lt;br /&gt;or kaila.&lt;br /&gt;or gabriella.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever-new-name-you-have-got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate everyone. because everyone hates ME. and i don't care. because making enemies is what i do. and i like it here in my shell because as long as i have LOTR, a picture of orlando bloom, a pen, a notebook and my brains, i can function perfectly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poeple who are going to do this.&lt;br /&gt;1. avril.&lt;br /&gt;2.mish.&lt;br /&gt;3.paulzy.&lt;br /&gt;4. rachy.&lt;br /&gt;5.juzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can find all their blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113454826823939053?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113454826823939053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113454826823939053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113454826823939053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113454826823939053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/rules-of-game.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113420581789642356</id><published>2005-12-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:10:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f0fff0" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 14 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="28" src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/la-air-brown.gif" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/jennifer-garner.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939221&amp;amp;type=10&amp;subid"&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/butterfinger.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They call you sticky fingers for a reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda true since yan used to call me butterfingers everytime we played netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #98fb98" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e1e1e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e0eeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/mfa.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced.You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/broken-dreams.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" offerid="99176.467947965&amp;amp;type=" subid=""&gt;Boulevard'&gt;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;offerid=99176.467947965&amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;Boulevard&lt;/a&gt; of Broken Dreams&lt;/a&gt; by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;"My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's beating"&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, you bummed everyone out. Like you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeb859" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fortune Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7cf8a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/fortunecookiegenerator/cookie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cow with no legs, ground beef.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #c8c8ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Children of Leprechauns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Band&lt;/a&gt; Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ff9900" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/a-little-scary.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: April 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.You're good at so much - you never know what to do.Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Punk Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/punk-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it comes to rock, you don't follow any rulesYou know that rocking out is all about taking down the manYou've got an incredible stage presence and rock personaYou scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113420581789642356?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113420581789642356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113420581789642356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113420581789642356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113420581789642356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-14-years-oldunder-12-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113420183628018089</id><published>2005-12-10T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:03:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay the beach thing ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;parents at home.&lt;br /&gt;can't really post.&lt;br /&gt;go to avril's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerswirl.blogspot.com"&gt;http://summerswirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113420183628018089?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113420183628018089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113420183628018089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113420183628018089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113420183628018089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-beach-thing-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113388334401082691</id><published>2005-12-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:35:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avril: we'll play in the sand on friday&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: we'll make a middle earth&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: and build the toilet bowl moat.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i'll do helms deep&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: remember???&lt;br /&gt;Avril: lol yeah&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: NNOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Avril: for aragorn's butt&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: minas trith&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i don't know how that looks like well enough&lt;br /&gt;nonono!&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: aray can shit in his hekmet.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: MORRRRDORRRR.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: LOL&lt;br /&gt;the two towers!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so cool&lt;br /&gt;let's do it!&lt;br /&gt;Avril: er&lt;br /&gt;what were the two towers/&lt;br /&gt;i forgot&lt;br /&gt;haha lol&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: isengard and sauron's thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: oh, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: XD&lt;br /&gt;Avril: then we can do the ents&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: and the funny underground breeding place/blacksmith&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: ooh.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: remember?&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: fun.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: YAYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113388334401082691?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113388334401082691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113388334401082691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113388334401082691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113388334401082691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/avril-well-play-in-sand-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113388268526022285</id><published>2005-12-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:24:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay&lt;br /&gt;new skin *I* made.&lt;br /&gt;hooray this one is good and actually WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril: yeah&lt;br /&gt;jl... hmm....&lt;br /&gt;not superman, not batman..&lt;br /&gt;AHAH!&lt;br /&gt;FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; warren peace.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: i totally like Flash&lt;br /&gt;Avril: DUH&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: oh, the guy who is warren peace is called steven strait. he is ugly in real life though.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i know!&lt;br /&gt;i saw.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: wait.&lt;br /&gt;go my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i changed the flashbox.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: k&lt;br /&gt;oh. yeah. you told me.&lt;br /&gt;Sent at 11:10 PM on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lee: I'M AVRIL.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: told you what?&lt;br /&gt;Avril: about the flashbox&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: so&lt;br /&gt;can you see it better now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril: nope.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: i changed it back to NORMAL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril: just increase the stupid height&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: BBBBRRRRRRRRHH&lt;br /&gt;tag lah.&lt;br /&gt;i tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i already tagged tiwce&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: okay.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;oi&lt;br /&gt;what drinks to get?&lt;br /&gt;warm coke is plain gross.&lt;br /&gt;i love limecoke!!!&lt;br /&gt;Avril: coke, mirinda&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;mirinda??????&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWw&lt;br /&gt;Avril: think of what people will be drinking, not just you.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: okay.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i don't know, root beer.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: erm&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i'd like some wine&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: 100plus.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: and cider&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;that's so out.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: that is So not in the budget.&lt;br /&gt;okay, somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;sprine.&lt;br /&gt;whoops.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: sprine?????&lt;br /&gt;Avril: sprite with wine. totally brill.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: brill is like so british.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: other than the cider&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: ok.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i know.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: anything else???&lt;br /&gt;Avril: i love it; it's brill.&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: AW.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: sprite lah!&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;shh i am posting.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: LAHLAHLAHLAH!&lt;br /&gt;me, too!&lt;br /&gt;since 10.30&lt;br /&gt;and all i got was one paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: HA.&lt;br /&gt;loser.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: you've been bugging me!&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: booyah.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: plus my neopets friend, plus i was making changes to my skin...&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: okay.&lt;br /&gt;i get the point.&lt;br /&gt;shush.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: oh and hint: long rubbishy posts will make people NOT read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: no.&lt;br /&gt;this is a nice post.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: about what?&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: i got funny movie quotes from interview with the vampire, corpse bride and sleepy hollow.&lt;br /&gt;read the corpse bride ones later.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: and people will really want to read that.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: they are MUUAHHAAHHHAh&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;Avril: riiight.&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: okay.&lt;br /&gt;go read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113388268526022285?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113388268526022285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113388268526022285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113388268526022285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113388268526022285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-new-skin-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113388256475362249</id><published>2005-12-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:22:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now beginning to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;you need to know my favourite movies first.&lt;br /&gt;1.LOTR&lt;br /&gt;2.School of Rock&lt;br /&gt;3.Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;4.A Knight's Tale&lt;br /&gt;5.Corpse Bride&lt;br /&gt;6.Interview with the Vampire&lt;br /&gt;7.Sleepy Hollow&lt;br /&gt;8.Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;9.POTC&lt;br /&gt;10.You've Got Served&lt;br /&gt;11.LOrds of Dogtown&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;.Let us anaylse them.&lt;br /&gt;5,7, and 9 both star Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;5 and 7 are both directed by Tim Burton.&lt;br /&gt;1 and 2 both involve EPICNESS, FANTASY, HONOUR, VALOUR!&lt;br /&gt;1,4,8 both involve large scale fighting and knights.&lt;br /&gt;5,6,7 and 9 all involve the undead.&lt;br /&gt;10 involves DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;11 has sk8er bois.&lt;br /&gt;2 involves my kind of music. RRRRRAAAAAAWWWKKK.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,6,8,9,11 all involve very good looking males.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;i am now beginning to realise that my life largely revolves around&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton movies&lt;br /&gt;EPICNESS, FANTASY, HONOUR, VALOUR!&lt;br /&gt;large scale fighting and knights&lt;br /&gt;the undead&lt;br /&gt;DANCE&lt;br /&gt;sk8er bois.&lt;br /&gt;.very good looking males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my .life need to revolve more around other things.there are more important things.&lt;br /&gt;like PHILOSOPHY.&lt;br /&gt;um.&lt;br /&gt;THEORIES OF GOVERNMENT.&lt;br /&gt;POLITICS.&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY.&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;these are the stuff i really hate.&lt;br /&gt;they happen to be VVVEEERRRRRYYYYYY important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;SO.will i conform to what society thinks is important?&lt;br /&gt;hell no.&lt;br /&gt;because there are more important things to ME.&lt;br /&gt;and ME is what MATTERS.&lt;br /&gt;and to&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;these are important.&lt;br /&gt;animale farm.&lt;br /&gt;writing my OWN stories.&lt;br /&gt;and not caring what certain army tanks think about them.&lt;br /&gt;cheering and not debating.&lt;br /&gt;despite SOCIAL PREJUDICE.&lt;br /&gt;chatting with avril.&lt;br /&gt;despite people being *gasp* SHOCKED that i should talk with my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;HHEEEEEELLLLLLLLOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;BEST enemy.&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach.making skins.&lt;br /&gt;despite my rudimentary knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;teen titans!(go robin! go starfire! go cyborg!go raven! go beast boy!)&lt;br /&gt;spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;singing tunelessly in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;bouncing on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;reading anne rice and enjoying my daily dose of lestat.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;and alsoJohnny DeppTim Burton moviesEPICNESS, FANTASY, HONOUR, VALOUR!large scale fighting and knightsthe undeadDANCEsk8er boisRRRRRAAAAAAWWWKKK.very good looking males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. yes&lt;br /&gt;.and stevn strait aka warren peace.&lt;br /&gt;okay, he is not that good in real life so i will stay with sid from lords of dogtown.who is coincidentally michael a. from sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about the finer aspects of life in VANNYVILLE.&lt;br /&gt;and LOOK WHAT I FOUND.these quotes are from IMDb(as mentioned below later)from some of my favourites movie.&lt;br /&gt;and as CYBORG (not the mole rat from kim possible--i forgot it's name-- says) BOOYAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got these quotes from IMDb.memorable quotes from corpse bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Van Dort: Tomorrow, Victoria, we are to be... [struggles to say "married"] Victor Van Dort: Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm... Victoria Everglot: [small giggle] ... married.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barkis Bittern: Can a heart still break after it's stopped beating? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Gutknecht: Why go up there when people are dying to get down here?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Van Dort: [trying to practice his vows] With these hands I will cup... [unconsciously holds hands to his chest in a suggestive manner, and is then horrified] Victor Van Dort: Oh dear no!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor: And with this candle... I will light your mother's dress on fire.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Van Dort: With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corpse Bride: Maybe he does belong with her. [sarcastic tone] The Corpse Bride: Little Miss Living.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggot: If I hadn't just been sitting in it, I would say that you'd lost your mind!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now these are from sleepy hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brom Van Brunt: We haven't heard your name yet, friend. Ichabod Crane: I have not yet said it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Masbath: Is he dead? Ichabod Crane: That's the problem. He was dead to begin with~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichabod Crane: You believe the father killed her? Samuel Philipse: The Horseman killed her. Ichabod Crane: How often do I have to tell you? There is no Horseman, never was a Horseman, and never will be a Horseman. [Pulls a pendant off of The Magistrate's neck] Ichabod Crane: What is that thing? Samuel Philipse: It's my talisman. It protects me from the Horseman~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichabod Crane: It was a headless horseman. Baltus Van Tassel: You must not excite yourself. Ichabod Crane: But it was a headless horseman. Baltus Van Tassel: Of course it was. That's why you're here. Ichabod Crane: No, you must believe me. It was a horseman, a dead one. Headless. Baltus Van Tassel: I know, I know. Ichabod Crane: You don't know because you were not there. It's all true. Baltus Van Tassel: Of course it is. I told you. Everyone told you. Ichabod Crane: I... saw him. [faints]~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichabod Crane: The millennium is almost upon us. In a few months, we will be living in the nineteenth century. But our courts continue to rely on medieval devices of torture. High Constable: Stand down. Ichabod Crane: I stand up for sense and justice.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichabod Crane: Katrina, why are you in my room? Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Because it is yours~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina Anne Van Tassel: I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to the horse] Ichabod Crane: Giddy Up... no, no this way... good horsey.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Van Tassel: Still Alive? Ichabod Crane: Run, Katrina. Lady Van Tassel: Yes, do run, and jump, and skip~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichabod Crane: [the decapitated corpse of Masbath has been found] You have moved the body. Dr. Thomas Lancaster: I did. Ichabod Crane: You must never move the body! Dr. Thomas Lancaster: Why not? Ichabod Crane: Because... ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are from interview with the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: No one could resist me, not even you, Louis. Louis: I tried. Lestat: [smiling] And the more you tried, the more I wanted you.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die. Claudia: And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: Your body's dying. Pay no attention, It happens to us all.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whore: It's a coffin. Lestat: Yes it is. Well, then you must be dead.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armand: The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: God, I swear you grow more like Louis each day. Then you'll be eating rats. Claudia: Rats? When did you eat rats Louis? Louis: It was a long, long time ago. Before you were born, and I don't recommend them.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: LOUIS! Put me in my coffin! Claudia: I'll put you in your coffin!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be vampires. Claudia: How avant-garde.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: Perfect! Just perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us sleeping in the field like cattle! Louis: You thought you could have it all... Lestat: Oh, shut up,Louis! Mon Dieu! Come here.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: Oh Louis, Louis. Still whining, Louis. Have you heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood. Louis: Yankees are not to your taste? Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.~&lt;br /&gt;Claudia: Louis what's happening to her? Louis: She is dying. It happened to you too, but you were to young to remember.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: Whatever happened to Lestat I do not know. I go on, night ever night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her golden hair. I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: Claudia, you have been a very, very naughty little girl.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: [dancing around with the corpse of Claudia's mother] There's still life in the old lady yet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia: Where's mama? Lestat: Mama... mama has gone to heaven, Chérie, like that sweet lady right there. They all go to heaven. Louis: All but us. Lestat: Shh. Do you want to frighten our little daughter? Claudia: I'm not your daughter. Lestat: Oh, yes, you are. You're mine and Louis' daughter now. You see, Louis was going to leave us, he was going to go away, but now he's not. Now, he's going to stay and make you happy. Claudia: Louis. Louis: You fiend. Lestat: One happy family~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: [after Claudia kills the piano teacher] Claudia, what have we told you? Claudia: Never in the house.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this, it means you have not yet succumbed to the boring mind numbing reading of my often too long and tedious posts.&lt;br /&gt;can you see now why i like these movies??&lt;br /&gt;they are classique ravyn.&lt;br /&gt;kara-ravyn-serxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113388256475362249?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113388256475362249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113388256475362249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113388256475362249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113388256475362249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-now-beginning-to-realise-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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-8687631.post-113379346208472206</id><published>2005-12-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:37:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.&lt;br /&gt;my story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687631-113379346208472206?l=theparanoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/feeds/113379346208472206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687631&amp;postID=113379346208472206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113379346208472206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687631/posts/default/113379346208472206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparanoia.blogspot.com/2005/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14525546168098996611</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>
