<?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-8524254972009072780</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:16:30.554+03:00</updated><category term='Past Love'/><category term='Fairytales'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Thru my Perspective'/><category term='Heart-Breaking'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='The Engagement Partay'/><category term='Typical'/><category term='Newbie'/><category term='Thoughts..'/><title type='text'>Downright Misfit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-879873156501146600</id><published>2008-08-07T11:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:04:04.163+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Days of my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only reason i'm keeping up with this blog, and trying to note things down, is because in the years to come, i want to look back at all the things that i've posted, and remember things that i had long forgotten! For example i don't want me 10 years from now, reminiscing about the "good ole days" and not remember specific details..like the name of the boy i dated..or how my prom was (it sucked btw, but this is just to set an example)..So yea, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've only fallen in love once, i don't know how it happened and what led me to fall for him, but it did..after him there were a couple of other random guys i thought i liked, but truth is, i only wanted someone to hug &amp;amp; cuddle, n the usual stuff couples do..However, there was this one guy i was talking to, like 10 years my senior! and always thought we'd just be friends, nothing more..Oh i was so wrong, i started to like him!! i wanted to date him..i don't get it, i mean all the signals indicated that he was into me as well..but then he just disappeared! haven't heard from him in almost 3 weeks now! So anyway, i guess that was that, all i'd like to tell him now is that..Your loss buddy!..I know i've doubted myself and my abilities in everything throughout the years! i still somehow do, but deep down, i know i'm worth it, &amp;amp; even more! Matter of fact..most guys don't even deserve it! I'm not bragging, i'm just speaking the facts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, other than that i've been going through these weird mood swings, mostly sad ones..i'm waiting for my uni results..which will be out on Sunday the 10th!! oh YAY *sarcasm*..but yeah, gotta wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got the movie The Dark Knight from this guy who works with me, and i'm gonna watch it on the weekend..OH YAY..i've been hearing so much about it!! and hopefully it's worth the 2.5 hours!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've also started walking :D ..which is super GREAT, i'll reach my ideal weight in a matter of months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Saturday i'm going to my sister's chalet with Ms. Atkins ;** ..YES we're talking again! i decided i sorta missed her and want her in my life..so i called her and we're on good terms now..and always hopefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm also looking for a better job..all these interviews and rejections are exhausting me! i feel so lifeless!..Sometimes i just wanna lie on my bed the whole day, the whole week, not doing anything!..not anything productive that is!..but i know what it's like to waste time doing absolutely nothing! i'm a living example! 2 years of nothingness and now i'm trying to get back up on my feet but it's hard!! it's worth the struggle, but i don't have all the necessities, and i don't want to crash and burn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, i need you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-879873156501146600?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/879873156501146600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=879873156501146600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/879873156501146600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/879873156501146600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-of-my-life.html' title='Days of my life..'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-3980288980070799782</id><published>2008-08-03T11:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:53:58.569+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>I WAS PREGNANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay, now people who know me know that i have the weirdest dreams ever..like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but yesterday's dream..!! well it wasn't weird.. it was just not likely of me to even think of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dude i was pregant!!! some random dude had knocked me up!! And surprisingly i was very OK with it!! and so were my family.....MY MOM WAS OKAY WITH ME BEING KNOCKED UP MAN!! CAN YOU FRIGGIN IMAGINE ?? ..okay maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's besides the point, i was literally fine with conceiving a kid by some random stranger..:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ANYWAY, i'd decided to give it away..i didn't want to be tied down..my responsibilities would soon increase! i'd have to take care of someone else..other than myself, which btw i do a lousy job at!! ..So i was giving my baby away to my best friend's sister, who was a newlywed, and apparently a barren n couldn't conceive! they were thrilled!! And His family was too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So everything was miya miya untiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllll.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* drum roll please*&lt;/span&gt;.................until i started to ""connect"" with the brat!!........i was actually happy i was going to give birth..knowing he/she would come out my vagina was a bit disturbing..mortifying really.. BUT every mother goes through it, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So a few days before the delivery..while i was "connecting" with my unborn child, i decided i didn't want to give my baby away! I decided the baby was mine, n i wasn't willing to let what's mine go!! so i was gonna keep it!! but didn't tell the foster parents out of fear! i said to myself ill tell em after the baby's born..n well..IT WAS HELL..they were always around me!! even at the hospital on the day of the delivery :( they all looked so happy n cheery, i didn't want to spoil anything....Knowing i'd prolly be forbidden to visit my friend n her family, and we'd probably stop talking afterwards..i seriously couldn't care of anything else except the ""bundle of joy"" that was soon to pop out from my vagina........ofcourse i've always imagined the pain and suffery i'd have to go through..and THANK GOODNESS i didn't dream of that part.....my alarm clock went off at 5:30 AM and woke me up :) AMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kay so back to me always contradicting myself, and ending up actually liking and wanting the things i always told myself a trillion times i'd never like or do or wtv..ARGHH so i actually want to have babies now.....MATERNAL INSTINCT ??..maybe.....whatever it was, it was nice! to actually create a new being would feel incredible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;OKay enough with the mushy talk..AHH i wouldn't even want to imagine how my BODY would look like..like a 100 year old saggy woman!! ARE YOU FRIGGIN BULLSHITTING ME?!?!?!WTF..WHY WOULD I DO THAT ??..i liiiike being thin &amp;amp; fit!! i don't want to ruin my figure, no sir :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ahh well, cheers to the bastard who will marry me ..case closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya but umm, back to my story..what's the friggin meaning of this dream ? Normally people would say it has something to do with my subconscious and that it has "hidden" meanings and secret symbols or wtv..all i know is that they mean something..and whether it's tryna convey a message..or tell me something..i don't friggin know..but i'm superstitious like that..and just plain curious! ..ANYONE ?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*On a lighter note - i just found out this morning that a guy i was seeing like 75645 ages ago is getting engaged :D filthy bastard!! 2al wants to settle down 2al..uhh poor thing that's gonna put up with his psychosis!! i'm just glad he's gonna stop annoying me with his phone calls :) CHEERS TO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS. how cool would it be to have a mini me ? ;) someone who i can teach all my tricks and the shiiiiz that i do ;) lolol..seriously! it would be a blessing like no other!!..the world wouldn't be complete until i give birth to an infant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-3980288980070799782?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3980288980070799782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=3980288980070799782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/3980288980070799782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/3980288980070799782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-pregnant.html' title='I WAS PREGNANT!'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-8355573790768017534</id><published>2008-07-28T08:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:14:10.499+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thru my Perspective'/><title type='text'>Losing my Brain Cells..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright, i'm completely aware that i've been MIA since May 21st.....but BEHOLD, The great DM is back.. and back for good :D..for now :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, personally stereotype people A LOT, they're just too predictable. unless they act like total A-holes, umm ya I sort of saw it coming, but somewhat done differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; What can I say, people are too dull and annoying to be around! 99% of the population are annoying fuckers who are totally dispensable, I’d totally pour gasoline all over you &amp;amp; burn you to ashes, if 30 years to life was not the obstacle. (Hitler much ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want EXCITEMENT! People who are not afraid to be themselves..And by that I don’t mean people who are friggin optimistic &amp;amp; freakishly perky 24 fucking 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; exhibit A – &lt;/span&gt;How annoying is it to go to starbucks early in the morning, like reeeally early &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(and this has actually happened to me)&lt;/span&gt; , sit down wait for your order..A guy walks in..he’s tall, white, with seemingly nice hair..and great dentals, which you can spot a mile away! Dude is grinning like his sides are about to split!! DUDE IS OVERLY EXCITED AND HAPPY..WHY ?? FREAKING WHY ?? ..You can tell dude’s not from around here..he’s most probably an arab who’s lived in a foreign country..he’s DEFO not a khaliji! So he sits on the table right across mine, looks at me, and smiles,, and well, being the loving gentle, “peaceful” creature that I am ..I smile back,,he smiles again, he looks around, and smiles some more,,,,looks at me and goes “what a wonderful morning :D” ..so I’m thinking.,”Someone got lucky this morning?! Was It a new condom he used ?? hmm..”..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(off topic but why do people refer to fucking as getting lucky? It’s fucking annoying..)&lt;/span&gt;....Okay DUDE, I like the fact that you’re happy  but unless you’re a chick, or Gay, you do NOT do that in public dude, ..you never know when you’ll run into your future wife, and as you very well know, first impressions count the most..Unless you’re me, then you’re bound to make a complete fool of yourself,,on your 1st, 2nd , 3rd &amp;amp; most possibly all the impressions you’ll be making throughout your entire freaking life..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(which include tripping, spilling, starring (I like to call observing), breaking, randomly blabbering non stop..like right now :/ )&lt;/span&gt; But ya, he sort of cheered me up………I SAID SORT OF, SO BACK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aaaand I do NOT like people who are too fucking depressive……friggin bums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; People who cannot stop complaining, bitch pleeeeease, I’ve got my own shit to deal with! I don’t need to listen to yours! Let me get one thing straight..when it comes to this..Sharing is NOT Caring!..Unless I give you the green light, shut your yapp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ve not run into that many unique people…..well ofcourse God thinks every1z unique in his/her own special way,,suuuure, that’s what we tell handi’s!! but that doesn’t mean they actually ARE..so don’t flatter yourself much.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ve met a lot of PLASTICS! ..The worst part is, them knowing who they are, and actually liking it. I actually tried being one, yeah sue me!………But it didn’t work. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve never been able to fit myself into any category..might as well join the looserss, they seem to have an opening for an extra member..eekh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued..*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-8355573790768017534?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8355573790768017534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=8355573790768017534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/8355573790768017534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/8355573790768017534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/07/losing-my-brain-cells.html' title='Losing my Brain Cells..'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-6006672366612607868</id><published>2008-05-21T07:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:51:26.298+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>FooFy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So last weekend, i went out with one of my close friends to celebrate his birthday! There were supposedly going to be&lt;/span&gt; 8 people &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in total!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. So when we get to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, we were the 1st ones there, me n him, we wait for about half an hour until the other 4 guys showed up..now, i'm not sayin i don't mingle with boys and try to be a part of the "shillah" bs these are the kind that only talk about the shallow things..ya3ny my relationship with them would be totally "9a67i"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And so i was feeling left out &amp;amp; wierded out..until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kesha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(the 2nd girl) came along..HIIYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The 3rd girl bailed out on us..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loser!!&lt;/span&gt;..and ofcourse me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kesha&lt;/span&gt; were feeling bored out of our minds, so she suggested(jokingly) that we go for a ride on the gulf in her Mercedes convertible..yessssss! i said let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Her ride is amazingg! and the color..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It took us about 40 minutes or so to go for a spin and then go back to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friday's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The girl drives like a maniac, hehe, and there were shitload of guys following us, now you don't see me complaining, but..ya3ny ma9a5tooha 3ad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This one guy was following us in his huge big ass Yukon, he followed us all the way back to the parking, we tried to dodge &amp;amp; lose him, but he insisted on following us! :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kesha &lt;/span&gt;lowered the volume &amp;amp; was like "na3am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He started saying some stuff..i couldn't stop laughing at that point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"bas kilma" he insisted! lool..i couldn't even look at him with a straight face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And then the most interesting thing happened! this was a 1st for me bsara7a..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She said&lt;/span&gt; "i have a boyfriend".&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.and he was like&lt;/span&gt; "9j ? 7elfay?"..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she was like&lt;/span&gt; "ee i have a bf".&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.and he just simply up &amp;amp; left.. i was like &lt;/span&gt;"WHAT ? R U KIDDING ME? THAT'S IT ?? THAT'S ALL IT TOOK ?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;loool &amp;amp; we were cracking up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We went inside..and sat with the boys..they brought the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;cake (chocolate)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..put it on the table,,and all of a sudden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Foofy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;friends just slammed his head into the cake..loool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was fun, but it could definitely have been better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-6006672366612607868?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6006672366612607868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=6006672366612607868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6006672366612607868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6006672366612607868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/05/foofys-birthday.html' title='FooFy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-4179180232617519385</id><published>2008-05-20T07:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:56:41.799+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Engagement Partay'/><title type='text'>Upcoming weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So i've got my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BFF's sister's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;engagement party to attend to on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and i've got everything ready, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dress, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shoes, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;purse, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;head band,lol my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; phone!..except one little itsy bitsy minor detail.....&lt;/span&gt;MY HAIR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT&lt;/span&gt; MY HAIR ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Should i straighten my extremely curly hair ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or should i leave it curly and go to an engagement party and look like i'm going to a regular gathering..&lt;/span&gt;NO! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i have to straighten it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been wanting to change my look for quite some time now..i used to change it every couple of months/weeks even! But then my hair started to fall oo balawy ! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyhoo..i'm really excited..i hope all goes well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And i don't know why the sudden obsession with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; lately! i find it rather cute~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back in highschool you would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; seen me wear pink! it was always&lt;/span&gt; black, black &amp;amp; black..But, i'm starting to get more colorful as time goes by :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I now like to feel vibrant &amp;amp; ALIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OK, so this partay is going to start at  9/10 &amp;amp; end around 2/3 AM..i hope they play good music or else i'll be bored out of my mind!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; friday &lt;/span&gt;however, i'm having a gathering @ my place for the girlies! Hope everyone shows up, cause i aint goin shopping tomorrow for nuthin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;....i might hit the beach for a good tan..we'll have to wait and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Afterall, why make plans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As John Lennon said, and i quote " life happens when you're too busy making plans"..and got shot &amp;amp; died........Oh well! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-4179180232617519385?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/4179180232617519385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=4179180232617519385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/4179180232617519385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/4179180232617519385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/05/upcoming-weekend.html' title='Upcoming weekend'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-2351383402707670718</id><published>2008-05-16T10:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:04:17.683+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Embrace Innovation &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friday morning, and my parents are travelling for their 3 months summer vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's gonna be somewhat hard taking care of the house, but i suppose i'll manage..i've done it before &amp;amp; i can do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So it's FooFy's birthday on Sunday! we were initially gonna go out to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Friday's&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, but with the Sheikh's death, it was closed everywhere! So we decided today would be best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i just hope during this long period of time, i can fix my sleeping disorder, and quite possibly sleep longer, for atleast 8 hours everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;homegirl(my BFF)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;are no longer as close as we used to be..her bf is her main getaway person now! I guess i've put up with her attitude for a long time..i mean, yes she has school, yes her parents are a pain in the ass, yes she has problems in her life, but to shun me out ...... i didn't think she had it in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh well, people tend to be disappointing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's her sister's engagement next thursday, i'm going to attend it, but i don't think we'll have much contact afterwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had the wierdest dream last night/this morning..i was in school, and i had a fight with 2 guys..and ended up getting expelled! :S &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Hadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;was my teacher! lol.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;daddio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;was sick &amp;amp; hospitalized.. It was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;homegirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'s sister's engagement party,and they were doing it @ their place..but their house was different in my dream..it looked somewhat better!lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm going to try &amp;amp; look @ the brighter side of things..i'm trying..so hopefully it'll work !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope summer brings out the best in all of us ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-2351383402707670718?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2351383402707670718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=2351383402707670718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2351383402707670718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2351383402707670718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/05/embrace-innovation-3.html' title='Embrace Innovation &lt;3'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-848704099520676103</id><published>2008-05-09T21:12:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:40:35.143+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Out with BillyBob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What a transformation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good news: i don't feel as down as i have been all day yesterday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what it is exactly, that's eating me inside out! that little disease in me that keeps on crawling back everytime..when i remember i just shiver..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is it ? i can't quite put my fingers on it, but it's the fear that lives inside me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How could've i let in all those people easily,and been naive enough to not have known thay one day..i would have to replace them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AHH..the pain &amp;amp; misery that is love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyhoo, from now on i'll think happy thoughts! Thanks to my friend &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BillyBob&lt;/span&gt; who always make me feel out of this world :) even for a lil while! he cheers me up ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm currently psyched about the new pink &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt; phone i bought! will have to go and pimp it though..crystalization, baybeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foofy called! oh, how considerate of him! a true friend in deed! if only &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; can see that........*breathe out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;life is full of surprises..i never said i don't like surprises, because i love them! But sometimes, the shock is just too painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stay tuned..&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/8524254972009072780-848704099520676103?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/848704099520676103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=848704099520676103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/848704099520676103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/848704099520676103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-with-billybob.html' title='Out with BillyBob!'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-6360698044021453633</id><published>2008-05-09T21:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:06:43.204+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Mother&amp;^%$*#</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ARGH! I HATE back-stabbers!!&lt;br /&gt;God forgive me if i've ever backstabbed anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;How some people are heartless enough to just stick a knife to your back and walk away with a clear conscience, i'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;Whether they are your friends, lovers, family..what ever, doesn't matter!&lt;br /&gt;My friend has once again managed to flake out on me, i have come to the conclusion that her bf is much more important than me! Tayeb! ana awareech!&lt;br /&gt;The guy which i had a crush on (aka asswipe!) is a fucking player who has a date on friday with some chick (surprise, surprise!), and HOW i found this out ? By his friend,well not really friend, but co-worker..he tells him everything, and he tells me everything!How convenient, right ? How fucking repulsive! Makes me sick to my stomach..and the worst part is..get this!..he WORKS with me! Both of them do! fuck this shit..go back to the shit hole you came from! Fuck fuck fuck!&lt;br /&gt;This ought to be a valuable lesson for me!&lt;br /&gt;note to self *don't trust any guy ever again in your entire life! the bastard who wants my trust, will have to earn it! And at this point, i don't think it's even possible!*&lt;br /&gt;A-holes!!&lt;br /&gt;That settles it! i'm out of the dating game..Not that i was ever in it, but now i'm officially out! Bish!&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/8524254972009072780-6360698044021453633?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6360698044021453633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=6360698044021453633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6360698044021453633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6360698044021453633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother.html' title='Mother&amp;^%$*#'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-6293854885935333142</id><published>2008-04-29T09:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:11:14.712+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Borring~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In my poor attempt to make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;brownies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday, i read the recipe paper which i had printed out @ work..I mean there's a first time for everything, right ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i mixed and poured &amp;amp; mixed some more..the color was not as dark as it was supposed to be, but it's okay, cause then it gave me the excuse of calling it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"caramel brownie"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was done around 8-ish..my mom took a bite &amp;amp; said it's too good, except for the excessive sugar..i mean i recipe &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;mention i have to put 3 cups of sugar..and so i did! But she had a point! it was too sweet, and it would've been softer if i had put less sugar in it! prolly 1 1/2 cup ?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My brother took a bite and said it's gooood :D but fattening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lyke duh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sister, as always, didn't say a thing :( i doubt she even tasted it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of which! It's her birthday tomorrow, so as soon as i'm up tomorrow morning, i'll give her the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Swarovski&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i got for her :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the card, ofcourse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope she likes them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So..i'm psyched about baking..i just hope i get around to learning how to make those yummy delish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! aaandddd i also have to learn how to make cookies! :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Butterscotch cookies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in particular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I brought those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"caramel brownies"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to work today..gave one to the guy next to me..he didn't say anything! I take it he didn't like it ? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm gonna give one to who ever comes my way..but most importantly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMPLIMENT IT PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me and the other girl switched positions for a week..I'm supposed to know what she's doing and vice versa! In case one of takes a leave, the other one has to do both tasks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I sit here..upstairs..in exile..butttt, i figure it's only for a couple of days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But hey! it's not that bad! i mean yeah she has a sucky job..but the place is actually nice! Even though i have the HR guy's office on my left side, and the CEO's on my right..it's not so bad,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like the fact that the lights are dimmed here..and i like her table! it's glass and i'm lovin it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butt..Only for a week..:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yesterday,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Diaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the astrology freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my sort of BFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aka studying in Jordan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;told me that as of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;29th of this month&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aka today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- everything will get better, and that today (lol) will be the best day of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OKay, i know i read my horoscope/astrology from time to time, and even though i've subscribed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sara Freder's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mailing list (LOL), i try and not believe in these things!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVEN THOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..things have happened in the past that have made me believe in them..things that i've read and that have come true!..lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need a shrink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How is that possible when i hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!..lol..Supersticious much you ask ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just a freak of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-6293854885935333142?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6293854885935333142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=6293854885935333142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6293854885935333142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6293854885935333142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/borring.html' title='Borring~'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-855468651244039502</id><published>2008-04-27T10:20:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:24:55.172+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts..'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was amazing! absolutely maginificent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This play uplifted me! made me feel so much better about myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;how did it all start ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What went wrong ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I must've asked myself this question so many repetitive times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was 12, extremely shy, geeky, nerdy looking..with no voice to speak up for myself! i was a nobody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;School was the only "social" life i really had..Being young and living in the community i did, i wasn't allowed to mingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;with the outside world much..not even at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If school was a female, she would have been a total bitch! An annoying pain in the ass persona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My classmates were asswipes! i never really got along with anyone..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There were times when i found myself stuck in so many different cliques..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;At first it seems cool, to be a part of something..To be surrounded with friends..But as i went along with it, it felt so  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;wrong! Like what the hell am i doingamongst these people? i don't even belong here! We're not even on the same page when it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;comes to the whole concept of life..and living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was small..but i was aware! Aware that someday i'd let all these bottled up feelings and emotions, and anger out of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;system! I was a time ticking bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Always feeling like an outsider amongst my peers, we never really got along on one simple topic!If they chose to go left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i would choose to go right!it was wierd..I thought school was supposed to be the best years of our lives ?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After a while, i kept on getting more and more exposed to the outside world! And i LOVED IT!I wished i could escape this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;miserable place and run away to a whole new place, new faces, a new life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This shy ugly duckling was turning into a dark,sarcastic, bitchy person! Oh &amp;amp; i got introduced to new hair products!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;That's one thing that's bothered me my entire highschool years! everyone teasing me cause of my hair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;it was soon after that they found out how amazing it is! just a bit of work on it and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's something that's interesting..people tell me that when i was in kindergarden, i used to play with the boys! Was i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;never a girly girl back then ? Or did i simply enjoy spending time with the lads ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I wish my parents had taken more pictures of me when i was a child, and video taped me doing random stuff more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can just imagine watching a video of myself when i was 2! The feelings and emotions that would run through me!So Surreal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've always been called names!People had a kick in nicknaming me!  A hater.. an outsider..an angry person..crazy..funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.perky..Some people think i'm this bubbly girl, who's always happy! and other thinks that i'm just this big pessimist who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;hates the world and everything in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So who knows me best ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I guess i have mutli personalities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So what went wrong ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I just opened my eyes one day, and came to the conclusion that this is NOT the life i choose to have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I mean.. yes we're born in a certain way..in a certain family and that family gets to choose our lives and our paths for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;They decide what we should wear, eat, be exposed to..and so on!But shouldn't that continue only upto a certain age ? let's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;say 18 for example! Afterwards they should let us be! let us choose the life we want!..to set us free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;That's what I wanted!..i should be able to define and decide what i want to do with my life! and whether people agree on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;or not, in my mind this is the right way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i think right about now, i have a whole new respect for foreigners and the upbringing of their children! I for one, would not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;want to lock my kid up in a shell and close it so he wouldn't be exposed to the outer world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So here i am, a lost, confused wanderer..i had hopes and dreams..After highschool i thought i'd be on my way to a place that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;far away from here! Boy was i wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm still here..but hopefully not for long! I would never forgive myself if i don't give it a try! I want to try everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And this is why i auditioned for the play! and got accepted and became an essential member in it! This amongst so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I want to do alot of things..even though i'm not good at all of them! i want to give them a go! My only fear is i won't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;enough time! But..do we ever ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm young, i'm aware of that..I just wish i had a time capsule to go back to when i was 12 and do things differently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And even though, i hated my school and the people in it..and secretly wished Iran could bomb it :D ..i know that everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;happens for a reason! And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; i could live with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;What's done is done, and what's to come is of more importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I stand here alone, a girl with a voice..Finally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But, no one to back me up ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I might have supporters every now and then..but they'd never understand how i truly feel! They're still living in a box..they'd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;live according to their parents and their community, because it's easier and more comfortable..Why would they put an effort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;in what they believe in ?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, there you have it..a girl who knows what she wants to do, but doesn't know how to do it..will i ever ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can only hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;One day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-855468651244039502?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/855468651244039502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=855468651244039502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/855468651244039502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/855468651244039502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-was-amazing-absolutely-maginificent.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-7343528332618056058</id><published>2008-04-27T10:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:08:27.248+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-Breaking'/><title type='text'>The Sucky Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I shed a few tears as i sat on my bed thinking about what just happened! i had closed another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;chapter of my life! A short one might i add..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was nice being around them! getting to know them..and just acting! an amazing experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's scary..to meet new people..get to know them..and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;as i've gotten comfy around them, it's time to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;goodbye and move on! Why oh why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'll miss Josef the most! he's amazing..even though we've had our bad moments, he's a nice fella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to be around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And Jackie! even though i didn't spend much time with her, i felt like there's more to her! There's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a story behind that sad face! if only i had found out what it is..will we ever meet again ? Only God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My last night on stage..and it felt amazing..i hope they rebuild the theatre again! i'm looking forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;going back there and being a part of another production!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm scared of being scared! of getting my heart broken....I thought the only thing i was scared of was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dark ?and creepy insects! lol..These emotions and anxieties have come back to haunt me once again! Oh the mess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm happy..i'm sad..i'm a deep blue sea of mixed emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This too shall pass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-7343528332618056058?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7343528332618056058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=7343528332618056058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/7343528332618056058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/7343528332618056058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/sucky-fairwell.html' title='The Sucky Farewell'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-174294785593834650</id><published>2008-04-24T09:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:25:19.679+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts..'/><title type='text'>Just A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;What do i know ? i'm just a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; What do i know ? i've no place in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; What can I possibly offer you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; I've no strength..no brain..no saying in the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; My opinions don't concern you one bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; i am born with no rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; What ever i do..is concidered a "privilege" to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; I am insignificant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; An unimportant brick in the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't bother staring at me in the eyeballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; I know you..you'd just be checking your reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; So just walk past by me as if i don't even exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; I am but a girl, what am I worth ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; My life is planned out from birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; You can twist &amp;amp; turn me as you wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; You think i belong to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; That you're entitled to shut me up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; What makes you think you own me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Why should i sacrifice myself &amp;amp; what i believe in..for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; What about MY visions ? MY dreams ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; What about what I want ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Ever took 2 minutes out of your busy schedule to ask me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Scream at me..yell..bluster in madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Your words enter from one ear, and out the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; You provoked me, and so i fought back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; I have no regrets..no remorse what so ever towards my actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; My tears were well worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; The only thing i'm sorry about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Is the mistake that was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave — Euripides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-174294785593834650?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/174294785593834650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=174294785593834650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/174294785593834650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/174294785593834650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/whatfuckingever_24.html' title='Just A Girl'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-8562945074349789742</id><published>2008-04-21T11:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:31:51.543+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-Breaking'/><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever *2*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here's the convo i had with my friend..FooFy ;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; he's righttt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: call her see wats up with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9eeray a7sn mnha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moi: i dnt kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i guess im scared of having friends in my life and knowing that someday ill lose em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: yuba walla ely yabeech oo y3zech ma ra7 y5leech aw ma ys2al faj2a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And you know what! That is SO TRUE!!!! &amp;amp; from now on i'll live by that! And God forgive me if i ever forget to call up my friends every now and then!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-8562945074349789742?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/8562945074349789742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=8562945074349789742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/8562945074349789742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/8562945074349789742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-lasts-forever-2.html' title='Nothing lasts forever *2*'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-2710886692531289674</id><published>2008-04-21T11:11:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:00:23.444+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-Breaking'/><title type='text'>Nothing lasts for ever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So what went wrong ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We used to be best friends! those couple of months were the best ! Even though i've only known you for like, less than 6 months..you were more than a friend! you were a soulmate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're one of the best people i've ever met! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After you quit your job, we just started to drift apart......and the saddest part is that, i used to critisize people who let go of their friends..who just stop asking or calling, and even caring..that's what happened..to me..to you..to our friendship! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You were my bestie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope you know&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; i love you&lt;/span&gt;..always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-2710886692531289674?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2710886692531289674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=2710886692531289674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2710886692531289674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2710886692531289674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-last-for-ever.html' title='Nothing lasts for ever..'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-6040067742203535881</id><published>2008-04-14T08:13:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:33:09.689+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical'/><title type='text'>In my Opinion..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The most annoying saying ever(well not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, but in the meantime) is '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Behind every great man is a woman'&lt;/span&gt;......WTF....Okay, just to clear things out..i'm not a feminist! and you would never find me in one of those Woman's Rights sororities trying to defend  women in any way possible, unless i'm asked to, or i'm just doing it for the purpose of helping someone, or if i'm trying to make a certain point &amp;amp; that's the only way i can..But other than that, i wouldn't be caught dead in one of em..because unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; people, i honestly could care less about what people,AKA men think about me as a female, i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my rights! and i know that i'm entitled to do anything &amp;amp; everything i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Too bad i live in a fucked up society..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But yea, back to my point..How come it's the man that's in the front, and not the woman ?? Why is it that men think they're superior ?? Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;excuse you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it just so happens that unlike you - the male, women think with their heads,rather than their vaginas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YESSS i'm mad, and i'm mad at the world,,i'm mad at every male there is, dead / alive/ unborn.....you're all disgusting creatures &amp;amp; you make me sick!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, on a lighter note, in my opinion - from now on, if a girl wants to befriend a guy and vice versa, they should define their friendship.. Let the other person know about your intentions towards them, and make it loud and clear from the start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here's the scenario, there's this guy that i like (as a friend), and we hang around from time to time, he tells me his share of stories and i do mine..and for some reason, he's coming on to me!! DUDE! you're married for christ's sake!!! YOUR WIFE'S PREGNANT.....arghhhhhh &amp;amp;%##@^*^% i think it's time i end this friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS. i also don't buy in to the saying '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the sky is the limit'&lt;/span&gt;..there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.......bes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t believe it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-6040067742203535881?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/6040067742203535881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=6040067742203535881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6040067742203535881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/6040067742203535881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-my-opinion.html' title='In my Opinion..'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-7606787182834503349</id><published>2008-04-12T21:18:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:03:23.064+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past Love'/><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was December of 2006, my senior year..My school teacher announced that they were going to take us to a 2 day conference in Sheraton, regarding terrorism and such.We were all so thrilled we'd get to escape school for 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;The 1st day arrived and we went..it was Our school along with other english schools..indian,arabic &amp;amp; french!&lt;br /&gt;It was boring as hell, but somehow i managed to bypass it..Sitting around the dining table,my classmates(the girls) told me how happy they are i actually tagged along for this one! Me being the distant &amp;amp; carefree person that i am, i never interacted with my classmates outside of school! Not my type of people :p&lt;br /&gt;The 1st day ended as the 2nd day began..i remember it so clearly..i remember what i was wearing, and i remember it raining..i remember i ran under the rain for a brief moment just to feel the rain on my skin,,until the headmaster started shouting!LOL&lt;br /&gt;I went up to my classroom along with some of the girls and blew dried myself..and then once the entire class arrived, we were off to the conference!&lt;br /&gt;There were several groups..all of the students had to choose which group they wanted to be in, we were to be divided into what i recall were 3 groups! Our headmistress told us to stick together and choose 1 group, it would be better this way..&lt;br /&gt;On that day, i gave a little speech, it was a request from my headmistress that ido so..it being my first, i was so nervous, i was talking so fast..but they all told me i did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it was time to take a break, me and my classmates started roaming around from one place to another..at some point we ended up in the bathroom, as some of the girls were fixing their hair/make up,,and some of them chilling in the sitting room inside the bathroom with those funky massage machines!&lt;br /&gt;A bit before the last session was to start,we were chilling outside the hallroom,just talking and hanging around, i don't quite remember what happened, but one thing led to another, and one of the boys really hurt my feelings,my eyes filled up with tears..I left them &amp;amp; went and sat inside on my own as tears started streaming down my face..the hallroom was 3/4 empty, as most students were outside..at that moment, on the corner of my eye, i saw someone walk towards me from the front,and as he reached my end of the seats, he turned back, and started giggling,so did his friends!In my mind i was wondering what the hell was going on! All of a sudden, a couple of my classmateswalked in &amp;amp; were asking me if i was okay..and then it hit me! "OHH,that guy wanted to come up &amp;amp; talk to me!"..as my classmates were talking to me,trying to get me to go out with them..all i said was "guys, im fine,really! i just need some time to think!" LOL..So they left..and 2 minutes later,i see that same guy walk up towards me,and this time he came up to me and we had the following convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him: Hi, can i sit here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: *Smiling* ya sure,go ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't quite remember the entire convo we had, it was so fast,and oh well, my memory sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him: Why are you crying ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: umm, one of the guys said something..and uuhh well it's personal..sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Again, very blurry memory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him: Can i have your number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: I don't give my number to players..(LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him: *looks at me sarcastically* what makes you think i'm a players ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: well i've seen you walking around with a bunch of girls with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him: they're my classmates!!....(LOOOL fashla:p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: oh..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him: it's okay, you don't have to gimme your number if you don't want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: no it's okay..*giving him my number*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then there was a pause for about a minute..until he up &amp;amp; left..GAY! I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;After a while, my classmates came storming in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classmate: You need time to THINK, HUH ? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: hehehehe,sue me :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They all kept asking me about him,,who he is..what went on between us, and a bunch of corky questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Session began, and all i could think about was how wierd it was..it was the first time EVER for me to give out my number just like that,,heck it was the first time to get introduced to someone like that! But he was cute..and he seemed like a nice fella..it was somehow worth it..&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on the front of my right side..i kept on staring at him..couldn't stop thinking of what had just happened..dazed..confused..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not knowing that this was just the beginning of a tragedy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*to be continued..*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-7606787182834503349?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/7606787182834503349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;at you with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember how&lt;br /&gt;we spent a summer beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning from each other&lt;br /&gt;and growing in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best love&lt;br /&gt;is the kind that awakens the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and makes us&lt;br /&gt;reach for more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that plants a fire&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and brings peace&lt;br /&gt;to our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you've&lt;br /&gt;given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'd hoped&lt;br /&gt;to give to you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you, Noah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-3754010036060756660?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/3754010036060756660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=3754010036060756660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/3754010036060756660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/3754010036060756660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>Downright 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:/ Came home, watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants :p lool, meanwhile thinking about wether i should call him and tell him to meet me for lunch on Saturday ! the phone in my hand, going back and forth in my mind..i pick it up..i put it down..so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i sent him this message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"So where are you taking me to lunch on Saturday at exactly 1 pm?:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;@ 10 ish..he didn't reply, so i called him @ 11..his excuse was he was driving when he got the message..and my response was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"well you're not driving now,are you?"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he was like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"no but i'm ordering food"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL AY SHAY ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boys will be boys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the guy works with me!! and it's sort of wierd....and he thinks the same..but i've got the hots for him!!! &amp;amp; &amp;amp;..he's too adorable..and somewhat a jerk if you ask me..in my opinion, if a guy wants to make an effort to impress a girl, he can make a hell of a good job, so why don't they ?? is it &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? am i &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; worth it ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only time will tell..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the time being, here's the lyrics of my favorite song of the movie Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I ask you a question please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise you won't laugh at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly I'm standing here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid I'll be betrayed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As twisted as it seems, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only fear love when it's in my dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let the morning light come in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and let the darkness fade away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you turn my black roses red?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you turn my black roses red?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drowning in my loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long must I hold my breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much emptiness inside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could fill the deepest sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I reach to the sky as the moon looks on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last year has come and gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time to let your love rain down on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you turn my black roses red?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuz I'm feelin like I'll blame it on love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*to be continued..*&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/8524254972009072780-2328823748558105827?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2328823748558105827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=2328823748558105827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2328823748558105827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-2452227023805633769</id><published>2008-04-09T13:41:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:50:15.545+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The movie was out in 2005, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i just saw it like 2 weeks back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister was ordering a bunch of stuff from Amazon so i went ahead and placed the order :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i must've teared like 3/4 times while watching it! i absolutely LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The movie is based on the young adult book, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, by Anne Brashares. As four best friends spend their first summer apart from one another, they share a magical pair of jeans. Despite being of various shapes and sizes, each one of them fits perfectly into the pants. To keep in touch they pass these pants to each other as well as the adventures they are going through while apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After watching the movie, and then watching it again with my BF, lol, i turned over to her and asked her which of the 4 girls would she rather be ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here's the dilly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1- Carmen : Travels to South Carolina to spend the summer with her Dad who turns out to be living with his future wifey, and her 2 kids.. She spends some time with them, and then throws a hissy fit and goes back home. After a while she phones her dad &amp;amp; unleashes everything, she tells how she feels and how he's been neglecting her..crying her eyes out,ofcourse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*i ask myself: does it seem familiar ?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part of Carmen's scenes would be when she's on the phone with her father, and while she's trying to explain why she just left without a goodbye, and she's crying her heart out..you know, all these bottled up feelings just unleashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2- Lena : She's the shy one of the clan..girl doesn't even wear pants or a bikini..she travels to Greece to spend her summer with her grandparents..she meets this greek cutsie, and falls in love with him..he brings out the best in her..they spend the summer there together,yada yada, and then she returns and he goes back to his Uni in Athens ! ? Romantic, but..they seperate :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part of Lena's scenes is when she's standing on the rocks, looking down at the sea and thinking that those who have lost so much, lost their loved ones - are not afraid to put themselves out there and open up to love, but her, who has lost nothing, is so scared to open her heart.....and she just takes her clothes off and jumps :D the best part is that the greek guy sees her and jumps right after her,LOL :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3- Bridgette : The one who makes everything seem funner.. travels to Mexico &amp;amp; sort of develops a strong crush on one of the coaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(aka 100% off limits)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She throws herself at him,but he knows his limitations......at the end they sleep together and she goes back home feeling like shit,lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think i have a favorite part for B, i just liked her spontaneous personality, her drive for life..always wanting to be better and the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4- Tibby : The rebel, the one walking around saying screw the world. She stays at her hometown to work for a local Supermarket, so she can collect money for new video equipment..A new person shows up in her life unannounced, and becomes a huge part of her life..this 12 year old girl, who has leukemia! at first she finds it hard to cope with her, but after finding out about her conditions, she becomes more sympathetic..The girl eventually dies..and Tibby becomes more aware of her surroundings,and less emotionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was my all-time favorite! the girl was just adorable,and oh-so smart! And yes, if i choose to be put in one of these 4 situations, it would be Tibby's! i don't know what struck me the most..i guess it would be the loss of someone dear to you..not that i wish for that to happen to me, but it just gives a whole new meaning to your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Tibby's personality rocked!! loved her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was googling the title of this movie, and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 popped up! :| lol i sent a message to my sister to order it, gottaa have it! must have it! shall have it! i WILL have it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But 1st i'm gonna watch the 1st one over again :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;infinite X's &amp;amp; O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-2452227023805633769?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/2452227023805633769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=2452227023805633769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2452227023805633769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/2452227023805633769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/sisterhood-of-traveling-pants.html' title='Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524254972009072780.post-5168540763424080200</id><published>2008-04-09T12:09:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:18:15.040+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newbie'/><title type='text'>a noob's way of introducing herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I, as you very well know, am a newbie to the whole "blogging experience".I've been meaning to get one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(LOL)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for a while now, but have always been hesitant..And the reason being, is that i was sort of petrified of unleashing the demons in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKA &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;put them all to paper, or in this case, blogging ?!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUTTTT &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,it's the best solution from my point of view, since friends &amp;amp; trustees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; let me down.. i'm ready to take the plunge in here..So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First thing's first! This will be completely private, i shall keep my identity anonymous :p none of my friends/acquaintances will know about this! and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT'S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the best part  :p Oh and none of those blogger meetings as well, do i look suicidal to you ? (Rhertorical Q)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Glad to have cleared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;out, so no pesky questions about who i am and so on :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;infinite X's &amp;amp; O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524254972009072780-5168540763424080200?l=downrightmisfit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/feeds/5168540763424080200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524254972009072780&amp;postID=5168540763424080200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/5168540763424080200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524254972009072780/posts/default/5168540763424080200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downrightmisfit.blogspot.com/2008/04/noobs-way-of-introducing-herself.html' title='a noob&apos;s way of introducing herself'/><author><name>Downright Misfit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093033344993239251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SUxuPGap588/R_yG1UP7PMI/AAAAAAAAADM/pdhU5jogMIc/S220/funkyfishy+copy.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
