<?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-8147096795234789497</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:49:44.768-05:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='units'/><category term='life rave rant'/><category term='obama'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='Asian'/><category term='gloden globes'/><category term='society'/><category term='photography'/><category term='intro'/><category term='fail'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='rave'/><category term='school'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='rant'/><category term='life'/><category term='life r'/><title type='text'>CHU KIWI ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-6867544256821430593</id><published>2009-06-01T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:19:42.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love So Sweet</title><content type='html'>CRAIG OLEJNIK &lt;3333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SiQbgIPj5BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TPe88c66FB4/s1600-h/Listener_Olejnik-thumb-550x330-17031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SiQbgIPj5BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TPe88c66FB4/s320/Listener_Olejnik-thumb-550x330-17031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342425296750765074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAYYYYYY :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is my update after like...11 days. Yesh, I counted.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE, GO WATCH THE LISTENER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-6867544256821430593?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/6867544256821430593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=6867544256821430593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/6867544256821430593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/6867544256821430593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-so-sweet.html' title='Love So Sweet'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SiQbgIPj5BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TPe88c66FB4/s72-c/Listener_Olejnik-thumb-550x330-17031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-2989888389894117208</id><published>2009-05-21T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:33:42.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>Second time I'm blogging this month. Yeah, anywho. I'm kinda just bored. I'm supposed to be working on my Final for Business, but I'm not &lt;s&gt;obviously&lt;/s&gt;. There's not much to blog about except that I have a very high probability of going to summer school. It's not even a probability anymore. I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; going to summer school. Summer school in Grade 9. Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-2989888389894117208?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/2989888389894117208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=2989888389894117208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2989888389894117208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2989888389894117208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-434577796299215620</id><published>2009-05-05T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:24:47.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>Poison Ivy</title><content type='html'>Yeaaaaah, a very &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; while. Nothing special happened really. I just got ... disappointed? Well, that was two weeks ago. Time to focus on &lt;u&gt;units&lt;/u&gt;. OKAY, so what, I get sidetracked easily. Fangirling and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; more active on &lt;a href="http://kimmu-chan.livejournal.com/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;, and everytime I open a new tab for &lt;strong&gt;Blogger&lt;/strong&gt;, it kinda just sits there. Well, not sit, but same thing. I'm at school so I can't go on LJ and I decided to come here and update instead. BTW, &lt;s&gt;I know you don't read this but yeah&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokidoki-sama.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOKIDOKI-SAMA/AMANDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Hope you have an &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt; one! &lt;strong&gt;HIKATOHIKATOHIKATO♥ LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-434577796299215620?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/434577796299215620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=434577796299215620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/434577796299215620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/434577796299215620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/05/poison-ivy.html' title='Poison Ivy'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-167123846656849394</id><published>2009-03-25T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:54:54.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello Goodbye &lt;/strong&gt;ish stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takaki's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; is tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;planning on&lt;/s&gt; handing in about &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;2-3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; units &lt;/strong&gt;tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided &lt;strong&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;motive&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I added in "motive". Their naming schemes are all dirty. "Vanilla Lace" is a name of one of their hand creams (which I own. RAWR.) and well, &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; me that &lt;u&gt;doesn't&lt;/u&gt; sound at least a &lt;strong&gt;little bit&lt;/strong&gt; dirty. Lace. Vanilla. Victoria's Secret. Srsly. Ask anyone what's the first thing that comes to mind when they hear "Victoria's Secret" and they'll &lt;em&gt;most likely&lt;/em&gt; say &lt;u&gt;lingerie&lt;/u&gt;. I will anyway. :DDD So "Vanilla Lace". I'm name associating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or most likely it's just my tweenage mind in late bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be doing? Science. Yeah well, I'm almost done. When I finish, I can hand it in tmrw. YEEEEES. But I'm kinda pissed off that today was the &lt;strong&gt;last day to hand in things&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; report cards. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU PUT IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING WEEK?! On top of all that, CPR took up the whole morning and I had drama. So I pretty much had &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; period to myself. WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevuuuuuur. I gots tmrw. Oh shiet. I just remembered I have DORAMA tmrw &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Not that I don't &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; the subject. Just that I could be doing &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; things. Like &lt;em&gt;units&lt;/em&gt;. No I lied. Not &lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;things. More &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;useful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things. Units are retarded. They're at the bottom of the "worst list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317324284106834178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/ScruQ5W_AQI/AAAAAAAAACI/YzAouIIYHxc/s320/ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have I mentionned that I'm falling in love with yet &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; OTP?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YAY FOR ♥&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OKAYAMA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-167123846656849394?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/167123846656849394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=167123846656849394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/167123846656849394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/167123846656849394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/03/cross-my-heart.html' title='Cross my heart'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/ScruQ5W_AQI/AAAAAAAAACI/YzAouIIYHxc/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-4002472534034045647</id><published>2009-03-22T01:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:29:48.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KALALA TRIBUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/5d01b97/16777225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/5d01b97/16777225_blog" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Made by the infamous FRASH for ME. I (love) HATE YOU MAN! (:&lt;p align="right" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shozu.com/portal/?utm_source=upload&amp;amp;utm_medium=graphic&amp;amp;utm_campaign=upload_graphic/" target="_blank" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shozu.com/resources/messages/logo_blog.gif" alt="Posted by ShoZu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-4002472534034045647?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/4002472534034045647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=4002472534034045647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/4002472534034045647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/4002472534034045647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/03/kalala-tribute.html' title='KALALA TRIBUTE'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-2290383888778065766</id><published>2009-03-18T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:02:17.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher.</title><content type='html'>WOW I haven't updated in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;. OKAY, But this is just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; update. D:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so basically &lt;u&gt;March Break&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;halfway&lt;/span&gt; done already. RAWR. Not cool. ):&lt;br /&gt;But so far I'm able to hand in a total of 3 units by the time school comes back. Once I finish my book talk then I can hand in another unit. I'm hoping to finish one more unit in math, but I'm taking it slow.&lt;br /&gt;As for geography, I have 4 more consultations and the essay is due &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next month&lt;/span&gt;. We were assigned this when? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In November&lt;/span&gt;. How close am I to being done? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not close at all.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, that's an epic fail, but I'm ready to have my err, 2nd consultation next week, hopefully I can fit in my 3rd consultation that week as well.&lt;br /&gt;So you know what this means? I'm moving along! I'm not quite on track, but still! OH YEAH, FRENCH! I can hand in a unit for that too when I get back. Stupid consultation lists are fucking useless in my opinion. But whatever, I need 'em to complete a fucking unit. How pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Did I mention I ♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korean BBQ&lt;/span&gt;? Yes, I love it. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good. Well, as long as you don't burn your own food. I went for Korean BBQ on Saturday 'cause it was my friend's birthday. She had two big ass cakes. I was already bloated but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to have that fruit cake. SO SO SO YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going again tomorrow, but I'm going with a different group of people. According to my friend there's gonna be 14 people in total, let's see if I can name them all:&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ashley, Nathan, Derek, Michael, Veronica, Austin, Agatha, Jennifer, Arielle, Mark ... I'm missing 3 people, but whatever, I'll figure it out tomorrow! I'm sorta kinda excited I guess, I'm just hoping there won't be any awkward silences 'cause now that I think about it, aside from a few of us, some of them I barely see nowadays. Stupid high school. Then again, high school is fun. Minus the work of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? YES! JOIN MY  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEITO OKAMOTO COMMUNITY @ LJ! &lt;/span&gt;I'll love you forever an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://community.livejournal.com/engrishboy"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/ScFE8nU2k_I/AAAAAAAAACA/6ZuxezriPKI/s320/engrishboyad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314604843413181426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it! Please! I made it pretty quickly 'cause I just wanted to get it out there. (&lt; RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-2290383888778065766?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/2290383888778065766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=2290383888778065766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2290383888778065766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2290383888778065766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/03/higher.html' title='Higher.'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/ScFE8nU2k_I/AAAAAAAAACA/6ZuxezriPKI/s72-c/engrishboyad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-6724446492344999494</id><published>2009-03-05T00:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:37:14.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>You Can't Stop the Beat</title><content type='html'>'kso it's been a while eh?&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;I&gt;technically&lt;/I&gt; on track for math now. I just have to show my teacher my U8 and get him to authorize me for the test and I'm panning in handing in U9 sometime this week or early next week. As for science, I'm handing in two things on Friday and I'm handing in English on Friday as well. I'm also going to be handing in French on Thursday, and I'm hoping to be able to hand in both my U9 &amp;U11. So yeah, I'm moving along.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about school, I just haven't updated in what seems like forever! I keep coming back, ready to update, but me being me, I get side tracked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sleepy right now but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, on to non-significant things, I've finally given up something for Lent and I can't believe I made it this long. I still have a month. (x&lt;br /&gt;Also, my hair products are increasing. Yes, I can't believe myself. I don't normally spend much time on my hair because I'm too lazy to do anything with it. Plus, I like keeping it down. But I had a YouTube marathon, and all I watched were &lt;I&gt;hair tutorials&lt;/I&gt;. Don't ask. But I'm going to try the following: Asian Mullet (Yeah, there's such thing! &gt;.&gt;), Scene Hair, and Voluminous Hair. I have layers now, proper layers, so I figured I'd try them out. My friend is lending me Gatsby on Friday for the weekend so why not? I already have the following: Heat Protectant, Curl-locking hairspray, Body Hairspray, Hair Wax, and soon, Gatsby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, is it so wrong to want to experiment?! HAHA Might as well, soon, I wanna try styling my hair like Hikaru's. Or maybe my hair is too long, but Ivan make it work. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-6724446492344999494?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/6724446492344999494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=6724446492344999494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/6724446492344999494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/6724446492344999494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cant-stop-beat.html' title='You Can&apos;t Stop the Beat'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-1434470121577198901</id><published>2009-02-24T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:51:18.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Welcome To My Life</title><content type='html'>Mood swings are retarded. Cramps hurt like a bitch. Back pains piss me off. &lt;b&gt;FEMININITY IS NOT FUN.&lt;/b&gt; Honestly. Ugh, great timing too. Tomorrow is civvies day and .... No, it's not that bad, but I dont know what the fuck to wear. This is so gay. TT-TT Fuck this, I'm just wearing &lt;I&gt;clothes&lt;/I&gt;. Yes, I like it. Off-topic much?&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, math is a piss off but I'm in no mood right now. I don't even know &lt;u&gt;what&lt;/u&gt; mood I'm in. Fucking moodswings. Dumbshit.&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt is good. I like yogurt. Vanilla yogurt pwns. But I'm still pro-fudgesicles. Just because it looks like crap on a stick doesn't mean anything. I just grossed myself out. Great.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so course selections for next year. Definitely taking &lt;b&gt;Media Arts&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt;. But I can't decide on my third electve. D: How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me now. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-1434470121577198901?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/1434470121577198901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=1434470121577198901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1434470121577198901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1434470121577198901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome To My Life'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-584932316964917207</id><published>2009-02-22T02:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:27:17.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>kso, I'm sleepy, I'm tired, and I'm going to start feeling bitchy soon.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-584932316964917207?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/584932316964917207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=584932316964917207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/584932316964917207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/584932316964917207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-2932953277487232285</id><published>2009-02-17T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:14:00.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Pokerface</title><content type='html'>I told you. This is my &lt;I&gt;third&lt;/I&gt; update &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;. But whatever. Not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing &lt;b&gt;science&lt;/b&gt; but I decided what the hell, why not update. But this is a rather tedious post. I just felt that I'd share other aspects of the day. Let's see, I think I'll point out the &lt;I&gt;finer&lt;/I&gt; but &lt;u&gt;insignificant&lt;/u&gt; details of my near-death experience. So yes, it's all true. I missed one or two steps while stampeding down the stairs and BAM. So I went down, almost in slow motion too. And I just started cussing my little heart out. It came out really weird too. Something like "Oh-shit-fuck-what-the-dumbshit-oh-crap-fuck." Yep. So there's me in agony and attempting to express my pain. Effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TA Meeting went much better than I had planned. She was in a good mood and there I was, being the &lt;b&gt;niner&lt;/b&gt; I am, all &lt;u&gt;anxious&lt;/u&gt; and so close to pissing in my pants. &lt;s&gt;Then again, I &lt;I&gt;really&lt;/I&gt; had to pee.&lt;/s&gt; I ended up &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; going to &lt;b&gt;yoga&lt;/b&gt; today, stupid ankle/foot. Oh yes, there is now a blue-green bruise on my foot. There's also an abnormally hollow area around my ankle. Funny thing is, that's where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there? I dunno, but the bass from my music always gets me paranoid whenever I sneak on like this. Makes me think my parents are coming down the stairs or coming up the stairs (basement). OH CRAP. I have dance tomorrow. Ugh. Oh boy, more rope/wall climbing tomorrow. Hey, at least I could move &lt;b&gt;upwards&lt;/b&gt; when I was rope climbing. But I just about jizzed my pants when I was climbing &lt;b&gt;down&lt;/b&gt;. Scariest shit in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-2932953277487232285?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/2932953277487232285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=2932953277487232285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2932953277487232285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2932953277487232285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/pokerface.html' title='Pokerface'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-9015919811611516525</id><published>2009-02-17T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:09:02.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>'kay so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at &lt;u&gt;school&lt;/u&gt; right now and in approx. &lt;strong&gt;25 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to go down to the gym and change. My friend &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; to bring my uniform, so now I'm stuck wearing the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;skirt,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; to bring extra socks so now I'm stuck wearing fucking &lt;u&gt;tights&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;basketball shorts&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm gonna look so retarded. I've been walking around asking people for fucking &lt;em&gt;socks&lt;/em&gt; okay. How desperate can I get? Ugh. Oh yeah, and I fell down the fucking stairs this morning and now my foot's all weird and it fucking hurts like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me now. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Yes, I'm aware I already updated &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2:50&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this morning, but I felt I had to share this morning's events with you all. I'm &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; kind. (: &lt;s&gt;Don't be surprised if you see a third update tonight.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-9015919811611516525?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/9015919811611516525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=9015919811611516525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/9015919811611516525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/9015919811611516525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-4437180384022810832</id><published>2009-02-17T02:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:25:53.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life r'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Niji</title><content type='html'>'kay so I'm actually supposed to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sleeping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; right now. Yes, it's &lt;u&gt;2:50&lt;/u&gt; AM. What's your point?&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was seriously planning on doing some extra &lt;I&gt;math&lt;/I&gt; homework but one thing led to another. Sooooo I'm just going to finish it off tomorrow &lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt; PhysEd. I'm such a badass aren't I? Y'know it's true. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Point is, we're doing &lt;b&gt;Indoor Wall Climbing&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow. Or today. SAME THING. Gosh you people are picky. At first I was pretty panicky but now I'm psyched. It should be fun. Oh yes, back to the main reason I was oh so eager to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeah, so Sunday, I went to &lt;b&gt;Buffalo&lt;/b&gt; (Yes, Buffalo New York STATE. Not CITY. &lt;u&gt;STATE&lt;/u&gt;) and we did our thing, go shopping and shit. I ended up buying four shirts. I wanted to by myself a new pair of &lt;b&gt;Converses&lt;/b&gt; (Chucks if you will) but I didn't want to blow all my wonderful &lt;I&gt;American&lt;/I&gt; money on &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; thing. That's why I think they should open a Converse store at STC or something. Better yet, at PMall. ANYWHO, we were driving back, using the 'hi-tech' GPS and the time of arrival said &lt;b&gt;6:15 AM&lt;/b&gt;. It was  already 6:15 &lt;b&gt;PM&lt;/b&gt; so we thought that there was something wrong with the GPS. Not until we reached some deserted highway did we realize that we were headed for &lt;u&gt;New Jersey&lt;/u&gt;. So we turned around and parked at a little gas station and supposedly fixed the directions on the GPS so it was set for &lt;b&gt;Toronto&lt;/b&gt;. So here we are driving again and we see a sign pass us saying "Welcome to Boston" or some random shiz like that. At this point I'm thinking &lt;I&gt;What the fuck? How did we end up in Boston?&lt;/I&gt;. &lt;s&gt;But now I can say that I've &lt;I&gt;been&lt;/I&gt; to Boston. What now bitches. ;)&lt;/s&gt;. Soooo we just ended up getting a free map &lt;s&gt;Yes, those old custy paper maps.&lt;/s&gt; and drive back to Buffalo and just follow the signs saying "Peace Bridge (insert arrow here)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other matters. My generation is boooodmon. Drunkies &amp; shit. Like what the fuck is everyone thinking?! GOSH. No, I'm not 'soft' and crap, I'm just stating the truth. I don't needa get wasted just yet. I prefer to have my personal sense of "dignity". It's a policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, whatever. Just think, Keito will be serenading me with his guitar someday. I gotta keep a clean record for the future. Can't end up a cyaaaattie. &lt;s&gt;There are the odd few like JENNIFER. Haha kidding. Love you bitch. (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-who. Me is exauhsted. So bye bye reality and hello &lt;s&gt;sick&lt;/s&gt; fantasies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-4437180384022810832?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/4437180384022810832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=4437180384022810832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/4437180384022810832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/4437180384022810832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/kay-so-im-actually-supposed-to-be.html' title='Niji'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-8590399835249644929</id><published>2009-02-14T22:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:00:55.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life rave rant'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>Well guess what today is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accursed&lt;/span&gt; day. So, people have renamed it. So instead I'd like to wish you all a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SZeMU7Ax7ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/j3nA2tGEQl4/s1600-h/singlesawareness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SZeMU7Ax7ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/j3nA2tGEQl4/s320/singlesawareness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302861377318284690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; when:&lt;br /&gt;1. Your date consists of food, computer and/or the tv, and the couch.&lt;br /&gt;2. You loudly proclaim you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; but secretly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;3. You loudly proclaim you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;4. You did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; go out on this day with a boy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;5. You personally do not like this proclaimed day of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. You spent your time reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesh, I'm guilty of most of these. What can I say? I'm pretty happy though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The girl in my edit was done by porotto @ deviantART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to add this one in too. :3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SZeTVCXk2-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KO_f6dVIPuw/s1600-h/keitoguitarvalentines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SZeTVCXk2-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KO_f6dVIPuw/s320/keitoguitarvalentines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302869075874339810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-8590399835249644929?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/8590399835249644929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=8590399835249644929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/8590399835249644929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/8590399835249644929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SZeMU7Ax7ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/j3nA2tGEQl4/s72-c/singlesawareness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-7575530247078404139</id><published>2009-02-12T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:52:18.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;'kay so.&lt;/b&gt; This is a &lt;I&gt;short&lt;/I&gt; and &lt;u&gt;sweet&lt;/u&gt; post because I just &lt;I&gt;had&lt;/I&gt; to promise &lt;u&gt;myself&lt;/u&gt; that I'd post up something. Even if it was random shiz. Ooookay. I'm tired and soon, I'm going to become &lt;b&gt;bitchy&lt;/b&gt; if I don't get &lt;I&gt;sleep&lt;/I&gt;. School's a bitch as &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;. But I'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;I&gt;slowly&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/u&gt; moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeee so. I'm bored and tired my back aches, I feel like a fucking 80-year old saying that, and I'm having a sudden urge to write a fanletter. Is that so wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-7575530247078404139?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/7575530247078404139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=7575530247078404139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/7575530247078404139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/7575530247078404139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-along.html' title='Move Along'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-3680179624822768431</id><published>2009-02-09T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:49:55.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gives You Hell</title><content type='html'>Units are fucking gay. They deserve to be &lt;strong&gt;buried&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;burned&lt;/em&gt;. They cause breakouts that never fucking go away. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kay so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously supposed to be doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;units&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Instead, I'm going to rant or rave or whatever. Just need to focus on &lt;strong&gt;something else&lt;/strong&gt; other than &lt;em&gt;units&lt;/em&gt; because &lt;u&gt;units&lt;/u&gt; give me a fucking migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANYWHO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;French Exchange Program&lt;/em&gt; is amazing. &lt;u&gt;French guys&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;French accents.&lt;/u&gt; Daaaayum. But apparently those guys are &lt;em&gt;rude&lt;/em&gt;. Hm, finally a chance to ask &lt;em&gt;voulez-vous coucher avec moi?&lt;/em&gt; without getting &lt;strong&gt;weird looks&lt;/strong&gt; or a &lt;u&gt;slap in the face&lt;/u&gt;. No I haven't tried it myself, but I've done those reactions. (: What can I say? STILL. TWO weeks. Two &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; weeks, they're going to be &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;. They even joined our PhysEd class. Played a little bit of volleyball with us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;niners&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Shit. I have PhysEd tomorrow. TT-TT But I actually enjoyed myself. Not bad. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-3680179624822768431?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/3680179624822768431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=3680179624822768431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/3680179624822768431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/3680179624822768431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/gives-you-hell.html' title='Gives You Hell'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-1321288995825234470</id><published>2009-02-04T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:28:49.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss (I Don't Wanna Know)</title><content type='html'>It is &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/I&gt; &lt;b&gt;12 A.M.&lt;/b&gt; right now meaning I'll be waking up in exactly &lt;I&gt;6&lt;/I&gt; &lt;u&gt;hours&lt;/u&gt;. Oh damn. It's &lt;b&gt;12:0&lt;/b&gt;] now. No matter, as long as I started this right at Midnight, I'm conetent. Yeah so what? I'm satisfied with the smallest of details, deal with it. Units are &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/I&gt; &lt;b&gt;hell&lt;/b&gt; and I don't think that that will change anytime &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/I&gt;. I'm planning on handing in about &lt;b&gt;5 units&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;i&gt;Monday&lt;/I&gt; &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;. I'm also handing in a unit next week Wednesday. This is just so &lt;i&gt;Blaaaaah&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about accursed &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;units&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I'm depressing myself at the thought of them now. And, I just realized that majority of my posts express my deep &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; for units. How &lt;u&gt;sad&lt;/u&gt;. Okay on to something I'm more interested in hm? How's about...&lt;b&gt;Photography&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something I'm passionate about without even knowing the slightest about proper photography. I'm sure it's much more than the scenery, setting, conetrnt and what not, but so far thats what I do know. I'm pretty sure that angling and positionning falls into it as well, but what about the raw stuff? Meaning the content of which you look for in a picture? The non-edited goods? [I]That's[/I] what's drawing me into this specific form of art. Luckily, MW offers Photography as a course which I am going to take advantage of. However, I'll have to take advantage of it in Grade 11. Before then, I need an art credit. No I don't mean an art credit from Drama or Instrumental/Band, but I mean like Visual Arts. So, I've decided to take art up as one of my chosen electives for next year in order to get the sufficient credit for Photography in Grade 11. Sounds like a good plan to me! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about school talk. I'm supposed tone steering myself away from it, but yes. Photography will (I hope!) become one of my greatest passions because the art of it is different from visual arts where you project what you see through various materials. Different from drama, where you project your message through actions and well-toned words. Even different from Band where you express yourself through the music you play. Photography is a whole category on it's own which intrigues me. It'll be an interesting experience for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a strange mood to write an extra long post just because I feel like it, even though it's past midnight. What else could I possibly talk about? Oh yes, dance. Well, I'm not what you'd call an amazing dancer, nor will I ever claim to be one. Thats too much of an over statement and basically one big lie. Dancing is definitely not in my bones but I still do it. Ts extremely fun and hopefully with more practice, I'll be able to pass off as a decent dancer. Nonetheless, dancing isn't a passion of mine but I admire those who do make it their passion. I have a girl in my dance class and she does just about every dance my teacher teaches. Well, I'm not too sure about hip hop but I know she does ballet, lyrical, folk, traditional, and tap. Amazing dancer and so graceful. I'm jealous of her skillage. But she obviously has a passion for it and that gets her through 5 days a week, dancing her ass off. Dedication especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to find something I'm willing to put my dedication into and I'm not completely sir if photography satisfy me at all once I join it. After all, who's to say what I'll like or dislike in tv future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-1321288995825234470?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/1321288995825234470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=1321288995825234470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1321288995825234470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1321288995825234470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/bliss-i-dont-wanna-know.html' title='Bliss (I Don&apos;t Wanna Know)'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-2598508025685956536</id><published>2009-02-03T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:14:57.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate This Part</title><content type='html'>I'm currently &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;sneaking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this &lt;strong&gt;blog post&lt;/strong&gt; in because I &lt;u&gt;technically&lt;/u&gt; only have &lt;em&gt;5 minutes&lt;/em&gt; left of "computer freedom" as I like to call it. Yes, that basically means I'm depriving myself of what makes me a happy child. No, it's not because I'm turning &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; and shit, but it's because &lt;u&gt;school's&lt;/u&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. You all know it's &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;. But what can we do, it's fcking mandatory if you want a good life. Do I want a good life? Yes, I do. But at this rate, I'll soon be saying "Screw life. I just want to get out." I'm on the brink of that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a &lt;strong&gt;monologue&lt;/strong&gt; to present &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; and I don't know how the hell I should present it. Should I be happy? Bitchy? Mad? Sad? I don't know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-2598508025685956536?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/2598508025685956536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=2598508025685956536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2598508025685956536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2598508025685956536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-this-part.html' title='I Hate This Part'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-8770984770538015023</id><published>2009-01-29T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:05:59.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Neighbors&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; stopped &lt;u&gt;shouting&lt;/u&gt;. Did I mention it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;11:55 P.M.?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;sick&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;u&gt;tired&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;i&gt;my own&lt;/i&gt; fcking complaints. Time for me to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;step it up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore work starting in approximately &lt;b&gt;8 &lt;u&gt;hours&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt; minutes&lt;/b&gt;. I'm determined alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitch&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;Ex-Emo Kid&lt;/u&gt; coming tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;But you know what is the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; thing about &lt;u&gt;tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;size=5&gt;IT'S FRIDAY SUCKAAAAAAAHS!!!&lt;/size&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That obviously makes me fcking happy. Damn straight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-8770984770538015023?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/8770984770538015023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=8770984770538015023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/8770984770538015023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/8770984770538015023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth.html' title='truth.'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-3268575596661998730</id><published>2009-01-27T23:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:26:17.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='units'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>decided to break it.</title><content type='html'>Okay then. &lt;b&gt;Well&lt;/b&gt;, today was an &lt;I&gt;interesting&lt;/I&gt; &lt;s&gt;non-productive&lt;/s&gt; day. I &lt;u&gt;personally&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;enjoyed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;I&gt;first&lt;/I&gt; and &lt;I&gt;second&lt;/I&gt; period. :3 Let's just say that special &lt;b&gt;eye candy&lt;/b&gt; made it &lt;u&gt;worthwhile&lt;/u&gt;. &gt;&lt; &lt;s&gt;Yes, you are thinking the same thing, "Dirty dirty dirty"&lt;/s&gt; But it was definitely &lt;I&gt;beautiful&lt;/I&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could there possibly be? Oh yes, I'm &lt;u&gt;sick&lt;/u&gt;. I don't &lt;b&gt;like&lt;/b&gt; being sick! It's my first time being sick in the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, yes that means both &lt;I&gt;regular&lt;/I&gt; New Year &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; &lt;I&gt;Chinese&lt;/I&gt; New Year. &lt;s&gt;Oh, it's the year of the Ox! Gong hay fat choy! Forgive my noob Chinese skills. &gt;&lt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a more interesting note...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;u&gt;yoga&lt;/u&gt; today and then pigged out over at &lt;s&gt;Agatha's&lt;/s&gt; after. I did a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;shoulder stand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today! But my back hurt like &lt;I&gt;mad&lt;/I&gt; after. I blame the fact that I have &lt;u&gt;horrible&lt;/u&gt; posture, therefore I've got a &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt; back. I'm working on it, I'm working on it! But I fell asleep &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;twice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; during yoga. Some of the &lt;I&gt;poses&lt;/I&gt; are just so &lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;relaxing&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Especially the corpse pose. Thats the one I look forward to the most. :3 Its like the perfect &lt;I&gt;mini-nap&lt;/I&gt; right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;On a more panicked note...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;I&gt;screwed&lt;/I&gt; when it comes to units. I'll give a &lt;I&gt;"brief"&lt;/I&gt; overview of how I'm doing:&lt;br /&gt;•Religion - &lt;b&gt;DONE&lt;/b&gt; the whole &lt;I&gt;course&lt;/I&gt;. B)&lt;br /&gt;•Math - Unit 6, I still have to re-submit unit 5&lt;br /&gt;•French - &lt;I&gt;Should&lt;/I&gt; be &lt;b&gt;unit 9&lt;/b&gt; but I have to re-submit &lt;s&gt;for the third time might I add&lt;/s&gt; my &lt;b&gt;unit 7&lt;/b&gt;, but I'm already done &lt;b&gt;unit 8&lt;/b&gt; as well &lt;s&gt;save for one or two labos&lt;/s&gt;. So, I'm pretty much &lt;I&gt;stuck&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;•Business - Im finishing up my &lt;b&gt;9th unit&lt;/b&gt; and working on my &lt;b&gt;10th and 11th unit&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah yeah, I'm doing &lt;u&gt;two units&lt;/u&gt; at the same time. So what?&lt;br /&gt;•Science - I'm semi-done &lt;b&gt;unit 7&lt;/b&gt; seeing as I still have to hand in one assignment and then do a notebook check. I'm working on &lt;b&gt;unit 8&lt;/b&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;•Geography - &lt;b&gt;Unit 7/8&lt;/b&gt;. I'm done &lt;b&gt;unit 9&lt;/b&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;•Drama - Well, I haven't missed a class yet ... But I will be this Thursday, but no matter. I'm still on track for that!&lt;br /&gt;•English - My &lt;b&gt;7th Unit&lt;/b&gt;. Goingto hand that in sometime &lt;u&gt;this week&lt;/u&gt;. Hopefully work on &lt;b&gt;8th unit&lt;/b&gt; this week as well and &lt;I&gt;hopefully&lt;/I&gt; I'll get &lt;b&gt;back&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;I&gt;track&lt;/I&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;•Phys. Ed. - I'm done for. Once this course starts .... *sigh* Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I just &lt;b&gt;bore&lt;/b&gt; myself &lt;u&gt;typing&lt;/u&gt; that. Oh boy, I feel another &lt;I&gt;sneeze&lt;/I&gt; coming on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-3268575596661998730?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/3268575596661998730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=3268575596661998730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/3268575596661998730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/3268575596661998730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/decided-to-break-it.html' title='decided to break it.'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-2923708828133853763</id><published>2009-01-26T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:33:39.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>I'm done with religion</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I said it. I'm &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt; with stupid &lt;strong&gt;religion&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; I don't mean I'm done with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;faith&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; type of thing. It just &lt;em&gt;means&lt;/em&gt; that I'm &lt;u&gt;done&lt;/u&gt; with the stupid &lt;strong&gt;course&lt;/strong&gt;. Now all I have to &lt;em&gt;worry&lt;/em&gt; about is my actual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;grade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever. I think I &lt;u&gt;bombed&lt;/u&gt; the &lt;em&gt;short answers&lt;/em&gt;, but who knows, I could've bombed everything else but surprisingly get full marks for short answers. Life's weird like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-2923708828133853763?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/2923708828133853763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=2923708828133853763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2923708828133853763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/2923708828133853763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-done-with-religion.html' title='I&apos;m done with religion'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-5014298726433545339</id><published>2009-01-25T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:55:43.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I love you, you love me...</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;s&gt;hoe&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are a stupid &lt;strong&gt;mofo&lt;/strong&gt; cuz you think &lt;strong&gt;sea chickens &lt;/strong&gt;exist, as well as &lt;strong&gt;sea fish&lt;/strong&gt;. You are also stupid cuz you &lt;strong&gt;open the computer &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;turn on the windows &lt;/strong&gt;everytime you're in a room that has a computer &amp;amp; a window. You also talk with your mouth full with a muffin and everything comes out like &lt;strong&gt;muuurrfhghsdg&lt;/strong&gt; and when you try to pronounce your words, you add extra syllabes like &lt;strong&gt;dum(b), dum-bah, dum-ber&lt;/strong&gt;. You like to tell people to 'SHAP UP !' when YOU should, and you like to taste the air and exclaim that &lt;strong&gt;air tastes funny&lt;/strong&gt;. Also, according to you, when you suspect someone of a cold or getting sick you tell them &lt;strong&gt;to get a flu shot&lt;/strong&gt;. You think &lt;strong&gt;circles are striaght &lt;/strong&gt;when they're ROUND like the &lt;strong&gt;driving wheel&lt;/strong&gt;. I think that you should go and consult with &lt;strong&gt;HARRY SIU&lt;/strong&gt; about this little problem of yours. You know why? Because this life story of yours is &lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fcking&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;LONG&lt;/em&gt;! I love you &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;! ♥ HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Kim the Kiwi. (: ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Profanity is an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; way to &lt;strong&gt;express&lt;/strong&gt; one's &lt;u&gt;true&lt;/u&gt; intentions. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-5014298726433545339?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/5014298726433545339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=5014298726433545339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/5014298726433545339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/5014298726433545339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-you-love-me.html' title='I love you, you love me...'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-4495199501495259385</id><published>2009-01-22T17:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:51:35.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Okay so, I just felt like putting up a post. Let's make a random &lt;u&gt;list&lt;/u&gt; shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Units&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; and they should go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;u&gt;burn&lt;/u&gt; in a &lt;strong&gt;fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If &lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt; means &lt;u&gt;-4&lt;/u&gt;, I definitely can't wait for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;summer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Chips&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nuggets&lt;/strong&gt; make &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; snackage.&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I'm just going &lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/u&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, random shit, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-4495199501495259385?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/4495199501495259385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=4495199501495259385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/4495199501495259385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/4495199501495259385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-803250649226741242</id><published>2009-01-20T23:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:31:25.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Me + Late = EPIC FAIL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Care for a little &lt;em&gt;math&lt;/em&gt; lesson? Okay, well we all know that there's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;positives&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;negatives&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now let's go on to &lt;u&gt;addition&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Negative&lt;/em&gt; plus &lt;em&gt;negative&lt;/em&gt; will equal a &lt;u&gt;negative&lt;/u&gt;. Example?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Me + Tardy = EPIC FAILURE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm an &lt;u&gt;epic failure&lt;/u&gt; when it comes to being &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;tardy&lt;/em&gt;. I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;extremely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; late for &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; today. Haha, figures, because it was a &lt;strong&gt;late start&lt;/strong&gt; today. T.T Talk about &lt;u&gt;failure&lt;/u&gt;. I was so panicky this morning too. School was supposed to start at &lt;em&gt;10:00&lt;/em&gt; rather than the usual &lt;em&gt;8:40&lt;/em&gt;, so I set my alarm to &lt;u&gt;7:00&lt;/u&gt; rather than the usual &lt;u&gt;6:00&lt;/u&gt;. So yes, my alarm DID ring at 7:00, but I just turned it off and continued on sleeping. Next, I wake up and my room is all bright and I reach over to my phone and checked the time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10:00&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never seemed to make such a big impact until that time. I literally jumped and fell out of my bed and I got ready in record time, brushed my teeth and left the house by &lt;u&gt;10:05&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, skipping all my &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;agony...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to school, get my late slip and by now it's 10:50. Not bad, considering I took &lt;u&gt;public transoportation.&lt;/u&gt; Well, I normally bus to school on late starts anyways, but I was paranoid when I was on the bus and I &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; missed my second bus, but the bus driver was &lt;u&gt;kind&lt;/u&gt; and let me in because he &lt;em&gt;waited&lt;/em&gt; until I &lt;strong&gt;crossed the street&lt;/strong&gt;. That is why we must &lt;u&gt;respect&lt;/u&gt; our bus drivers. (: Still, even if I were late or not, my day wasn't productive at all, other than the fact that I had a TA Meeting today (TA = &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;eacher &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;dvisor &lt;-- Long story behind the meaning.)&lt;/div&gt; and majority of the areas were &lt;I&gt;closed&lt;/I&gt; or &lt;u&gt;full&lt;/u&gt; because people were watching the &lt;b&gt;inauguration&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;u&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/u&gt;. Congratulations to him once again, and he has made history today, not only because of his &lt;I&gt;race&lt;/I&gt; but because he stumbled over one or two words when saying his &lt;I&gt;oath&lt;/I&gt;. &gt;&lt; Still, America has much to expect from this historic president, as do the rest of the world. He's already impacted in &lt;I&gt;my&lt;/I&gt; life foe making it hard to find &lt;u&gt;seats&lt;/u&gt; in an area. Haha, I'm not hating on him, in fact I respect him, or at least admire him. Still, too bad I can't use him as an excuse as to why I was &lt;u&gt;late this morning. Ah well. (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-803250649226741242?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/803250649226741242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=803250649226741242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/803250649226741242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/803250649226741242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-late-epic-fail.html' title='Me + Late = EPIC FAIL.'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-3205521862237546005</id><published>2009-01-17T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:16:35.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is generally a very not-so-fangirl-y type blog. More personal if anything. &lt;I&gt;But&lt;/I&gt;, I just wanted to &lt;u&gt;dedicate&lt;/u&gt; at least &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; post every &lt;I&gt;now&lt;/I&gt; and &lt;I&gt;then&lt;/I&gt;. Anyway, it's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;personal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; blog, so I can write as much crap as I want to because &lt;b&gt;I can&lt;/b&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Well, it's basically &lt;u&gt;Asian Fandom&lt;/u&gt; in general, but I'm more lenient towards &lt;b&gt;JE&lt;/b&gt;. (Johnny's Entertainment) Groups that I know, including Japanese, Korean, and one Chinese group, these are the people I &lt;I&gt;know&lt;/I&gt; &lt;s&gt;these include solo artists too&lt;/s&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;• Hey! Say! JUMP • Arashi • KAT-TUN • NEWS • Kanjani8 • AAA • Kis-my-ft2 • A.B.C-Z • Hey! Say! 7 WEST • B.A.D. • V6 • Kinki Kids • Tackey &amp; Tsubasa • Golf Mike • LEAD • Sunboyz • TOKIO • GazEtte • Buono! • Milky Way • C-ute • Berryz Kubou • Morning Musume • YUI • Younha • Leah Dizon ( She counts right ?) • Big Bang • WaT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other various people I just know:&lt;br /&gt;• Ikuta Toma • Oguei Shun •  Yamashita Shoon • Morimoto Shintaro • Inoue Mao • Hokito Maki • Shida Mirai • Kanata Hongo • Kim Bum (Yeah, my name plus 'Bum'. Don't hate ! &gt;&lt;) • Miura Haruma • Toda Erika &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various Dramas Ive watched (This includes any Asian movies that are spoken in ASIAN &lt;s&gt;how exciting&lt;/s&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;• Hana Yori Dango • Hana Kimi (Japan) • Yamada Tarou Monogatari • Tantei Gakuen Q •  A Very Special Love (Filipino Movie) • Furuhata Chuugakusei • Sensei wa Erai • Gokusen • Maou • Myuu ni Ageru no Papa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do as you can see, my &lt;b&gt;Asian Fandom&lt;/b&gt; is rather ... Closed? Isolated? I don't know, but it's not as broad as other fans out there. Still, it's my fandom, just as much as I love Simple Plan at the top, my Asian Fandom is somewhere along those lines as well. Yes, I'm always posting at late times, but it's really just because I get inspiration to just blog about something that's on my mind when I'm about to go to bed. Not my fault my brain gets oddly stimulated before I go to sleep. Then again, I can't help but to fantasize about my Asian Men. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-3205521862237546005?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/3205521862237546005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=3205521862237546005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/3205521862237546005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/3205521862237546005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-this-is-generally-very-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-8429149022082444600</id><published>2009-01-15T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:44:22.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just thought I'd share ...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I thought I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; something that took me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too long to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SXACflnqkAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K1RttTtffds/s1600-h/omgaaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SXACflnqkAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K1RttTtffds/s320/omgaaah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291732303858012162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that took me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. Psh, just because I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; some &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photoshop Guru&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; doesn't mean you have to hate! JEEZ. People these days. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's nothing special. By the way, the guy's name is &lt;b&gt;Keito Okamoto&lt;/b&gt;. One of my &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;favorite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Japanese idols. I'll do one of &lt;u&gt;Hikaru&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;Nino&lt;/u&gt; whenever I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that's all from me. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-8429149022082444600?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/8429149022082444600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=8429149022082444600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/8429149022082444600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/8429149022082444600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-thought-id-share.html' title='I just thought I&apos;d share ...'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SXACflnqkAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K1RttTtffds/s72-c/omgaaah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-1907150844710741187</id><published>2009-01-11T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:00:13.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloden globes'/><title type='text'>5 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, okay so I've only got 5 minutes left with the beautiful keyboard. Then it's off to sneak on to my iPod. SO, I'm probably just going to go on about something as random as &lt;strong&gt;cheese&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golden Globes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are on right now and &lt;em&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;/em&gt; won for &lt;u&gt;Best Actress&lt;/u&gt;. That was her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; award won that night. She was quite breathless once she got on the stage, freaking out, on the verge of tears. Typical, but she looks simply &lt;u&gt;radiant&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have any homosexual intention directed towards her, but I'm just simply commenting on her evident beauty. Don't lie, you all noticed it too! But they did take a bad picture of her and stuck it on the front of &lt;b&gt;The Metro&lt;/b&gt; newspaper. Mouth open, award in hand, close to tears. I haven't met anyone who could rock that pose yet, not even Kate. We're all only human, and yes that includes all those people who have more plastic in them than Barbie. &lt;s&gt;My humour is just too much for you, isn't it?&lt;/s&gt; But in further &lt;I&gt;news&lt;/I&gt;, Mr. Heath Ledger won &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Supporting Actor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for his role as &lt;u&gt;The Joker&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;b&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/b&gt;. All I've got to say is that he deserves it and may he &lt;u&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's about as much as I can put in for my feedback of the Golden Globes. Not interesting, not a problem. I would add more but this post is actually two days late! Boy oh boy! So we that does mean I've long since re-located to the iPod, and left the beautiful keyboard. Anywho, I should get to sleep. I gotta fix up my sleeping patterns. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-1907150844710741187?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/1907150844710741187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=1907150844710741187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1907150844710741187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1907150844710741187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-minutes.html' title='5 Minutes'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-5520325109381149065</id><published>2009-01-10T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:27:36.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Philosophy: Broadening the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! I changed my layout! Go me for being such an artistic person and downloading it from a site and credits to the person who made it all happen! WOO. I'm so talented aren't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right right. Now on to ... whatever. Okay, I've noticed that I've been putting up a lot of writing lately. Okay, it's only 4 posts (this being the fifth &gt;.&gt;) but still! I find pictures to brighten up a place don't you think? The only question is, what picture should I post? I really don't know. But I think I've found it. Okay, I was jsut googling and I found this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289879765244235714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SWltnpfoz8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/srs5oiZg2dM/s320/storm-on-the-horizon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I thought that it was a rather simple picture. I don't think there were any edits made on it. But the picture speaks for itself. When I saved it, it was automatically saved as "storm on the horizon". Yeah, I think we got that. But I just wanted to look at it for a bit, take a stab at some Philosophy. Storm on the horizon. Much like the recession today, financial problems are brewing up unrest and uncertainty amongst citizens, a.k.a. Us. Or you can compare it to so many other things aside from the recession (the Great Depression all over again.) like a friendship, relationship, even in gossip. This picture csnrepresent so many things, yet when we see it, we're blind to what meaning it has. That's why the storm is on the horizon; because the storm which is to say, our everyday living, is on the brink of the horizon, which is our thoughts and conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-5520325109381149065?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/5520325109381149065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=5520325109381149065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/5520325109381149065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/5520325109381149065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/philosophy-broadening-mind.html' title='Philosophy: Broadening the mind'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SWltnpfoz8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/srs5oiZg2dM/s72-c/storm-on-the-horizon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-1703959909254732835</id><published>2009-01-07T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:19:22.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Life &amp; Futures</title><content type='html'>Hi. It's me, &lt;I&gt;again&lt;/I&gt;. I figured that since I'm waking up in five hours to do work, why not post ... Again. So dedicated, I know. Too bad I don't hold the same &lt;u&gt;entusiasm&lt;/u&gt; for school &lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt;. Then again, it has the word 'work' in it so it's not meant to be fun. Whatever, Im just stressing/sleepy so I need to get things off of y chest and the best way to do that is post it up on here. Don't you love it when people post their problemsthat you could care &lt;I&gt;less&lt;/I&gt; about? Fun, isn't it? Whatever. Time to rant or drawl Bout something pointless. Helps me clear my head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided &lt;s&gt;on the spot&lt;/s&gt; to talk about the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;future.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It can be the most &lt;b&gt;frightening&lt;/b&gt; thing out there, but it can also be the most thrilling, exhilerating, and exciting thing one could possibly experience. What makes it incredibly exciting? Because anything can happen I'm the future. Whether it be getting your dream job or dream car or dream SCHOOL, it can be &lt;I&gt;anything&lt;/I&gt;. It's so thrilling because you don't know what the future holds for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can also have a downside. For what reasons? For the exact same reasons as I've mentionned above. It's frightening because you really &lt;I&gt;don't&lt;/I&gt; know how you're going to end up or &lt;u&gt;where&lt;/u&gt; you're going to end up. What if you don't know what you're dreamnis for the future? What then? Maybe this is me thinking too much, but I've never exactly expressed what I've thought about for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be successful? Will I graduate like planned? Or will I not be successful and not graduate as planned? Who will I meet, what will I do, how will I do it? To me, the future is all about questions. It neither excites me nor does it frighten me. It just makes me question it, not fear it or take pleasure from the mystery. I just question it, a fair share of positive and negative questions. But in the end, it's life. Life is what's meant to be questionned. The future is part of life. It's only natural, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-1703959909254732835?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/1703959909254732835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=1703959909254732835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1703959909254732835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/1703959909254732835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-futures.html' title='Life &amp; Futures'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-6621140806265047926</id><published>2009-01-06T15:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:05:59.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>School &amp; Sunsets</title><content type='html'>I just realized that you probably can't see the title's for these posts, but whatever. The important thing is me ranting and raving on and on about pointless things like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; is evil. Horrible. Boring. Disgusting. Even if a person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt; that they actually &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; school, they don't &lt;b&gt;mean&lt;/b&gt; it. They're probably just saying it for the sake of being &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;. You know how &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; know? Because I was one of them. But that was what, grade 5? I've learned better. But for now, this is the BEST way to vent and crap. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, and I was told not to use the Internet through &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; but I must update for the sake of updating! And this is coming from the girl who doesn't even update her fanfics. I &lt;i&gt;would,&lt;/i&gt; but (which brings me back on my rant) &lt;u&gt;school&lt;/u&gt; got in the way of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'd just like to go on and add on a few minor things like the fact that I hear the guitar strings being played AGAIN! OMG people! I am waking up at five in the morning just so I can be a desperate student doing some extra homework! I need sleep!! Then again, I'm updating at this time when I could be getting some 'beauty' sleep. Screw that. I may not Sleeping Beauty, but I can get knocked out for a pretty long time without stabbing my finger. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually a big sucker for the classics, but here and there, I like to rant &amp;amp; rave on those as well. (This is getting hopelessly off topic so I'll just move on from what was supposed to be just about school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'd just like to point out some things that you probably wouldn't care for much in your daily lives, much like myself where my life comprises of only a few essential things: Money, units, grades, family, social life, food, sleep, music, and in most cases, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;fangirling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (Get the complete definition by simply clicking on one of my links!) Obviously there's more on my mind, but those arethe essential points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I'd just like to point out things we've taken for granted. This was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.ofrainbows.com/photgraphy"&gt;this (just click here)&lt;/a&gt; and it got me thinking more of what society has done to the everyday beauties that we now don't even take a second glance of. Flowers and such. Yeah, youcan find them in flower shops where they're actually dead, but look alive. Have you ever considered actually looking at the real thing? Stem, roots, and basically the raw thing. Sometimes, it can be the most beautiful thing in the world and what do we do to it? Pollution. We disregard the simplest of things like flowers or animals and even landscapes and the horizon, or even the sunset glowing, brighting up the city streets, splashing the black asphalt with a mix of yellow, orange, and a splash of purple. No, we just think it's some bright light that we need to block because we can't see where we're walking (or driving). But why doesn't everyone just &lt;b&gt;stop&lt;/b&gt; for once and just watch. You'll be amazed at what you see. Just for once, can't everyone  just stop thinking about work, school, clubs, activities, and all that. Just stop. For one minute, even 10 seconds, to just take in what's already there instead of making up some plalstic thing, intended to imitate the original. It just doesn't work that way. Sometimes, you just have to see things (and this works on people too) for what they really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-6621140806265047926?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/6621140806265047926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=6621140806265047926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/6621140806265047926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/6621140806265047926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-sunsets.html' title='School &amp; Sunsets'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-5701672049035699154</id><published>2009-01-04T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:02:07.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to fit in this post before I go to bed. Yeah yeah yeah, it's almost one, but do you think I care? Actually I &lt;I&gt;do&lt;/I&gt; care so I'll make this as quick as possible before I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to rant on neighbours? Not exactly a rant but I was inspired by - you guessed it - my neighbour. It's fricken 12:54 A.M. and I can hear a guitar being played. Yeah, the walls of my house aren't exactly thick, but who the he'll&lt;br /&gt;Plays the guitar this early? Unless you're YUI from &lt;b&gt;Taiyou no Uta&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;s&gt;my attempt at some humor. Gimme a break, it's late, I'm obviously not sane at present moment.&lt;/s&gt; then I suggest you stop playing the fricken guitar and get some sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you have something, at least one thing against your neighbours. I mean the neoghbours we've got on the other side, the one that isn't connected to mine, is awesome! No, not precisely because they aren't connected to my house therefore I don't hear any of theirsay today things. Well, that's always a plus, but they're nice people! Don't get me wrong my other neighbours are nice and all, bit they're fricken loud! Like shit, get some sound proof crap or just stop talking and wait till you get out of the house. &lt;s&gt;Second attempt in humor. Laugh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought I'd rant on that a little. Believe me, when we get back to school on Monday, you'll be seeing more and more rants. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Okay, now I can hear them fricken talking. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP?!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147096795234789497-5701672049035699154?l=kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/feeds/5701672049035699154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147096795234789497&amp;postID=5701672049035699154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/5701672049035699154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147096795234789497/posts/default/5701672049035699154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisskisskiwi.blogspot.com/2009/01/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>kiwi__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12935477341601664949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JN5x95IOrAc/SVvZee-TggI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N_GzoS8soxg/S220/fangirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147096795234789497.post-2193708559136326384</id><published>2009-01-02T18:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:12:15.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Rant &amp; Rave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;'Tis me. And it's just my first post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided I should just rant and rave on here rather than my livejournal. Okay, maybe I'll still rant there, but WHATEVER. SAME THING. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really nothing special. I'm posting my first post on the &lt;em&gt;third&lt;/em&gt; day of &lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow. It's &lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No more &lt;em&gt;'08&lt;/em&gt; but it's &lt;u&gt;'09&lt;/u&gt;. Talk about a hectic year for 2008 though. That was the year I got into my Fandom. It's amazing, I'm still going strong! OH WOW! I really honestly can't believe that it's 2009 yet. Here I am sitting in my room posting my first post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I actually just broke down one or two hours ago. I hate school work. Andthese things they call units? Yeah, they're the worst. But I'm going to have to stop thinking negatively about that because it's not gonna get me anywhere. I worked on math the whole fricken day and all that's in my head right now are stupid formulas and shit. Ugh. Great. I'm stressing on the third day of 2009. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was a total waste of a first post, but I'm going to have to put something up eventually! And I can't wait till later because, well, SCHOOL. It's a pain, but it helps get you places, like Japan. 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