<?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-7895788</id><updated>2011-08-15T07:19:14.771-09:00</updated><title type='text'>small and pink</title><subtitle type='html'>The less pink side of Sei</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-112992049414803076</id><published>2005-10-21T09:44:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:50:58.590-09:00</updated><title type='text'>boo boo</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;an Utada Hikaru song Timmy had on just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya, how’s it going? I’m at school right now, writing up a conceptual analysis paper for midterm for my seminar class. Thing is, I don’t know what a conceptual analysis paper is &lt;strong&gt;AHAHAHAH!&lt;/strong&gt; I’m prolly doing this wrong but I don’t care, I hate that class like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my paper is supposed to be on a site created by an individual, and about the identity of that individual. I searched and searched (I’m sorry Murdy, but most of your friends write fiction), and I settled with Josette’s blog: &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/crazygurlurway/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.deadjournal.com/users/crazygurlurway/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . I met her on Deviantart a while ago; and she freaked the heck out of me at first. Not her; the poems she writes, the images she creates, and the entries in her journal. Man, I said, I have it easy. I’m just an easy-go-lucky girl, with no problem in the world. Oh Josette…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh okay I have to get back to my paper. I’m already over the word count but haven’t gotten close to the summary yet, coz I’m just rambling. And I’m not sure if I have English class this afternoon; if not, I could take the early bus and get to work on time for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-112992049414803076?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/112992049414803076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=112992049414803076' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112992049414803076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112992049414803076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo-boo.html' title='boo boo'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-112956146528569042</id><published>2005-10-17T06:02:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:04:25.296-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Which hell would I go to...</title><content type='html'>Taken from Set-chan's site. She hit the bottom of hell, the sinner XD. Love you, Lina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to &lt;i&gt;Purgatory!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 5px; FONT: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="FONT: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #220033"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ee2244; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #110022"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #c40033; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #220011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #330011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #440011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #3344bb; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #550011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #3344bb; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #660011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #3344bb; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #770011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #880011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #990011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's" Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-112956146528569042?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/112956146528569042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=112956146528569042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112956146528569042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112956146528569042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/10/which-hell-would-i-go-to.html' title='Which hell would I go to...'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-112665176007997030</id><published>2005-09-13T13:27:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:50:49.290-09:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARCOAL!!! CHARCOAL!!!</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;uwaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rock Da House - Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, finally ^^! My Move CD got in from Play-Asia! *dances to it*&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm at school right now, been here since 8 in the morning (it's 5.30 now) My last class ended half an hour ago, but I'm staying for the Oriental club meeting. YOSHI-SAN AND TAKEO-SAN AREN'T GONNA BE THERE the dummies ;__;. But I'm going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only...Today's my brother's birthday, and I SO wanted to be at home, but I didn't want to miss this meeting. There are others at home, but really...half my family isn't talking to him. He's still going out with his American girlfriend, and my dad isn't happy. So displeased, in fact, that he stuck his nose in the air when I asked him what we were gonna do for his son's borthday dinner. I suggested Red Lobster, but my dad put me down. It's horrible! Sure, my dad is being mean to his son on his birthday, but my brother isn't exactly helping things by not being at home all day and hanging out with his girlfriend instead, and posting vulgar stuff on the net where, hello, ANYONE can see, including our dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad doesn't want to give him anything, but my mom hates it. Not giving him anything, that is. We went out, my mom and me, and bought stuff for him with our money. My mom's gonna try and make him sushi for dinner (my dad usually does the sushi, but my mom is gonna do it all by herself now...makes me feel extra bad for staying for this meeting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's prolly gonna open his presents already if he happens to see this entry, so there's no surprise. I got him a Star Ocean user's manual, coz he's playing the game right now, and i also got him the new game Radiata Stars, which I'm sure he'll LOVE. Hey, bro, that's 80 bucks i spent on you, better be grateful. I looked everywhere for those fuzzy die to hang from his car mirror, but couldnt find it (okay fine, i didn't look EVERYWHERE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, another hour and a half of being bored (the meeting is at 7). So i'll write s'more (mmm..smores...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting the hiragana alphabet in japanese class right now. I was sitting next to my friend Joe, who was referencing sites on the net of how to write hiragana, just browsing the net boredly. Joe said "aren't you gonna do this?" so i took up my pencil, and finished the exercise in a minute. Joe was giving me dirty looks as he struggled for another half hour painstakingly writing out the hiragana XD. ...maybe i shoulda been in an intermediate class ^^;;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in art, we charcoaled our huge sketch paper till it was all black, then went back and erased out the form of a chair. i'm only half done. when we got out of the class, everyone had black smudges all over their clothes (hence the title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done with writing (i don't know how you do it, murdy) Ja ne.&lt;br /&gt;. .. ...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-112665176007997030?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/112665176007997030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=112665176007997030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112665176007997030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112665176007997030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/09/charcoal-charcoal.html' title='CHARCOAL!!! CHARCOAL!!!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-112603449757871244</id><published>2005-09-06T10:18:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:22:50.916-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like me...</title><content type='html'>Aight aight, I'll post something here, just coz Murdy's been complaining. Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yuugure no Uta something, by Chara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei and I am at my first day of college.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei and I came to college reeeeally early so I wouldn't be late for my class.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei, and I thought today was Monday instead of Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei, and I missed my first ever college class.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei, and is this getting annoying yet?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei, and it's 2 hours to my next class, so I'll just go on wandering through the hallways until 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; getting annoying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, I have all my books, I bought the art supplies for Thursday, I rented a locker since I live thirty minutes away...I'm all set! Now time to do nothing.....for two hours.....except I already &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; been doing nothing for the last 3 hours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Sucks that my classes are five hours apart on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and that I have no dorm to go to, and that it's too much time and trouble to go back home and back again to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Sei, and thank you for reading my blog. (yes, I know Murdy, this is just ripped off my journal at AO.net XD. As Bro says, "Suqer"!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-112603449757871244?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/112603449757871244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=112603449757871244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112603449757871244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/112603449757871244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-like-me.html' title='Just like me...'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111911015788141603</id><published>2005-06-18T06:54:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:55:57.886-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/kikusui_sei/pookairi_sig.jpg" alt="The sky is so blue...but I'm too tired to go out and play T__T" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh..my poor body So, I worked everyday this past week (except for Wednesday). Just came back from the Pines Assisted Living for the Elderly Home just now. And I wrote out my schedule for the next week starting tomorrow, and it seems I'm working everyday without a day off!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Pines, 4.45-8.00 pmMonday: KFC, 4.00-10.00 pmTuesday: KFC, 4.00-10.00 pmWednesday: Pines, 4.30-8.00 pmThursday: KFC, 4.00-10.00 pmFriday: KFC, 4.00-10.00 pmSaturday: Pines, 6.30 am-2.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;.........ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;It's Grandma's Marathon today in my town of Duluth, Minnesota. No, there aren't a bunch of grandmas huffing down the street. Grandma's, as in the restaurant that hosts the marathon. Anyways, I SOOOOOOOOOO wanted to volunteer passing out drinks to the runners like I did the last two years. But my sister didn't sign me up this year, and besides that, I had to work. So...*kicks the ground* Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/kikusui_sei/pookairi_sig.jpg" alt="Thank you for reading my journal T__T" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111911015788141603?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111911015788141603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111911015788141603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111911015788141603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111911015788141603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/06/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111833994735245721</id><published>2005-06-09T08:50:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:04:49.916-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/kikusui_sei/lonely.JPG" alt="lonely" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m officially a high school graduate!! And I’m such a loser that I’m at home writing this out instead of partying with me friends. Meh, I’m done crying over that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I horsed around so bad during the ceremony. Especially during the speeches. I grabbed everyone’s programs and made paper airplanes out of them, made friendship bracelets out of my tassel, turned around every few seconds to make funny faces at people, kicked my knee for the reflex, kicked the girl in front of me a lot of times doing the above, repeated the last word of every sentence the guy said in his speech, and basically either cracked people up or drove them crazy :aww:! So, it wasn’t a bore after all! I had fun there! Thanks to my seating partners for making the whole ordeal interesting for me: Sara, Ian, Ryan, Petter, Lara, Ben, and Erin. Sorry if I irritated anyone there ^_^;! My sister was sitting on the side of the gym furthest from me, and even she could see me fidgeting XD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111833994735245721?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111833994735245721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111833994735245721' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111833994735245721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111833994735245721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/06/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111759634073765821</id><published>2005-05-31T18:24:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T18:25:40.743-09:00</updated><title type='text'>haaa</title><content type='html'>~aa hoshi yo tooi hoshi yo ano tamashii wo michibi itekuremou ni do to aitsu wo koko he wa modosanai~That’s a sad song…but the way Fukuyama-san sings it sounds like Queen’s “We Are the Champions”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just watched Breakfast Club for Psychology class. I suggest anyone and everyone to watch that movie. We gotta understand each other, dammit. All with me? Course you are ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about the trip? You know, it’s past know, I don’t really feel like talking about it. That’s half because everytime I think about car trips, I feel like puking. Yep, I’m on withdrawal now. From Duramamine. Damn pills. Now even though I’m sitting down still in a chair, I feel like I’m moving in a car. My head throbs dully, and I feel nauseous. Egads, how am I to finish all 2 weeks of homework in my state? Well for one thing, I’m gonna stop writing this pointless journal entry. There. A start. Wish me luck, folks, and all that, you know? Oh god the Battle Royale novel is getting to me, I’m beginning to write like how he does. You know, rant. That’s what I did for my English composition finals, god. Ranted about the goals in life in what was supposed to be a definition essay. How the hell did David Bekham get in my essay? Clear meaning of the word, ohhhhh *shakes her head then wishes she hadn’t coz she feels like puking again*I think I’m on a Duramamine high without the Duramamine. My sister said that after I took the pill I would jabber about ridiculous stuff, no, more ridiculous than I usually come up with, and then I’d just konk out and be asleep for an hour. We drugged my baby brother too, just to keep him still. I think that’s illegal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme list my homework so I remember em. - German: worksheet on Extra! - Psychology: Breakfast Club character analysis, Notes for Brain and Psychology anatomy, review for the test, study to make up that test, 4-page review for final (digging up all the notes ever in class, yeah!), study for that final.- Pre-calc: 6 assignments where I wasn't in class to listen to the explanations yeah!, two two-page reviews for final (which is tomorrow)- Art! Me, an honor student! HAH! *slaps her knees and laughs herself silly* Neways, I need picturesssss, by tomorrow ^^- Oh oh oh, here's the best part. I have to write an I-search paper ^^! Which I've only done two pages of! Which is due wednesday, but my teacher being incredibly nice gave me till thursday. two days, great. anyone wanna help me write a reseacrh paper on Geisha? Just pick a website, explain why it was helpful, and write down what you learned from the site. Hey, if you do, i'll be eternally grateful. I'm afraid I won't be able to graduate if i don't hand this in. Hey, graduatins on june 8th! *slaps herself on the back* Can't mess up when it's so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I’m done. *konks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111759634073765821?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111759634073765821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111759634073765821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111759634073765821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111759634073765821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/05/haaa.html' title='haaa'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111556711501291371</id><published>2005-05-08T06:44:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T06:46:13.050-09:00</updated><title type='text'>egadsPROM.</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anxious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zips - TM REVOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;start entry 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so! Prom was last night. I went. I had fun! It was my frist ever dance (and most probably my last) but it was so fun! I danced half of the fast songs, slow danced with three and a half guys (the half because that guy was looking for his date and we just stopped dancing halfway through the song), and spent the rest of the time wandering and looking for people. I got a lot of compliments on my hair ^^, because no one has ever seen it before. Julie did my hair up: she put it in hot rollers (I looked like an idiot for half an hour with all the rollers in my hair), then when she took em out, she pulled the front part to the back of my head in a bun, placed baby’s breath flowers and sparkles in it, and she was done ^^! I was SO scared and horribly self conscious for the first few minutes, but then I realized that what my friends were telling me was true, people weren’t staring at me, they were too busy with themselves. Ahahahahha ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so prom was fun, until the last hour, when My friend Rachel told the guy I really like that I like him!!!! I saw her talking to him while I was dancing, and I must have given a little scared scream, coz Julie was all “What?! What!?” And I clamped on Julie’s shoulders and faced her to the horrible scene. Julie laughed and started pulling me to him!! I could have cried! I said “no! No!” and wriggled away and ran to the other side of the room. And for the rest of prom I avoided him. He always seemed to be dancing near me! I was running away the whole time :s. I don’t even know what exactly Rachel said to him! She’s going to call me back in a few minutes…I’ll update then maybe. Oh man…I feel really horrible now coz he had a date and Rachel told him and OMG I DON’T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL HE’S IN MY GERMAN CLASS AND SITS RIGHT ACROSS FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I move back to Malaysia now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111556711501291371?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111556711501291371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111556711501291371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111556711501291371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111556711501291371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/05/egadsprom.html' title='egadsPROM.'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111539043325995541</id><published>2005-05-06T05:37:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T05:46:40.066-09:00</updated><title type='text'>quiznessness</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I DUN WANNA BE IN SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no headphones allowed in class :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this entry to all those who read my blog XP&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen from kei-san's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Food indulgent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;messy, tough, disorganized, fearless, not rule conscious, likes the unknown, rarely worries, rash, attracted to the counter culture, rarely irritated, positive, resilient, abstract, not a perfectionist, risk taker, strange, weird, self reliant, leisurely, dangerous, anti-authority, trusting, optimistic, positive, thrill seeker, likes bizarre things, sarcastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; Free Advanced Global Personality Test&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a&gt;tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at her intellectual percentage* HEEEEEEEEY T____T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111539043325995541?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111539043325995541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111539043325995541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111539043325995541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111539043325995541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/05/quiznessness.html' title='quiznessness'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111430805469568974</id><published>2005-04-23T16:38:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:00:54.696-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh....</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sick to my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VICTORY Jam Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh man...I feel sick. I could puke all over you. Seriously. What am I sick from? I don't know, it must be a combination of things. First of all, I went to the Festival of Nations down in St. Paul MN (which was FRICKIN AWESOME, btw. But I'll tell you about it later, in another entry. It will take too long here). But on the way back, in the bus, I started reading a book (Battle Royale, Set-chan. That's right), which was really stupid of me seeing as how I get motion sickness. Or maybe it could have been from staying up till 1 in the morning to finish the book, coz I didn't want to have to put it down and lose the entire built-up suspence, when I pick the book up again. Or maybe I could be sick from just reading the book itself O__O? Battle Royale is a pretty gruesome book for a girl of my ability to imagine things in my head. I had trouble sleeping last night. Everytime I closed my eyes i could almost feel a girl rising up from my bedside holding a scythe over me. and everytime i opened them i could make out the glowing form of the little girl who haunts me. Even as I know that it is my imagination, I stare at her and close my eyes again to make her go away. I'm hopless like that! (Course then I must like being scared by crazy Japanese books/movies, coz I just rented Suicide Club (never seen it before). C'mon, it CAN'T be a gruesome as Battle Royale)&lt;br /&gt;I could also be sick from the Moolatte that I had while walking through the cold cold windy day to Rachel's house from the theatre. My hands were frozen..I couldn't even take my scarf off and Rachel had to do it for me...OH! THE MOVIE! I watched Kung Fu Hustle BEBEH which RAWKED ARSE! Okay okay, it wasn't as good as Shaolin Soccer (both movies were made by Stephen Chow, both featured him as the main character, and as a matter of fact, lots of the actors from Shaolin Soccer played in this movie too) because it didn't have much plot to it. It was just C-R-A-Z-Y!! And totally hilarious! There's was one part where I just burst into tears from laughter (it had to do with throwing knives, so it wa sa cruel violent kind of funny) And of course, Stephen Chow is so incredibly funny and not to mention hot and very good at fighting...he should take Jet Li on and I'd have a hard time wondering who to cheer for...KYAAA~~!!)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, back to Battle royale for a bit. Set-chan was right; the book is waaaay better than the movie. And things went just how she predicted too. Just as she is crazy about Kiriyama Kazuo, the crazy unfeeling psycho-murderer, I fall for Kawada Shogo, the good guy; the knight dressed in white, who helps people out XP.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, while i'm talking about boys, I'm gonna jump to a completely different topic. Prom. I've gotten so bold as to ask my dad whether I can ask a certain boy to prom with me. I mean, he's a muslim boy, so it can't be too bad, right? But apperently it'd be worse if I ask a muslim boy out, since I'd be "putting him in the situation". I have no clue what they are talking about...do they think Ahmet will feel me up or something? He isn't like that Oo! And he hangs around college girls (coz he goes to college), so he won't be too uncomfortable, I dont think, even though he was homeschooled. The reason I wanna ask him is BECAUSE he was home schooled, and he didn't have the experience of going to a senior prom. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog entries are always too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111430805469568974?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111430805469568974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111430805469568974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111430805469568974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111430805469568974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/04/ohhh.html' title='Ohhh....'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111352933820480658</id><published>2005-04-14T16:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:42:18.206-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Well</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Es Gibt Kein Bier in Hawaii (Another german drinking song =} )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha haHAAAA!!! Murdy's updating of his blog has inspired me to update mine too ^^! *pets Sayang who had just jumped onto her lap* Sayang's one of my kittens; the sweet orange one. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my home is usually so cold, but today it seems boiling hot after walking through the chilly evening from work. I'm still at the Assisted Living for the Elderly Home. Which brings up something. I notice that everytime I chat with my friends in Malaysia, they seem to be at work. I sort of envy you who work in front of a computer. And then I don't envy you, because I have to be working in a job where I can move around, not sit down all the time. It'd be just like school, then. It's sort of relaxing to weave in and out of tables balancing a tray as tall as me, and overloaded with food and glasses of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep putting Sayang down coz she steps on the keyboard keys, but she just jumps right back up. Aaaaand now she found my ponytail and is digging her little claws in my back, purring like crazy so I won't be mad at her. I LOVE KITTENS &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this entry said absolutely nothing, but that's alright. I post things I want to know at the forum anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111352933820480658?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111352933820480658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111352933820480658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111352933820480658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111352933820480658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/04/alive-and-well.html' title='Alive and Well'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111089762933035445</id><published>2005-03-15T04:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T04:40:29.333-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad…</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;br /&gt; song blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. Lemme start with some happy news. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT KITTENS LAST FRIDAAAAAAAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; One’s a soft gray and that ones mine and her name is Tama; and the other is a medium-length hair orange one which my Sis named Sayang. I was reading my Gundam Seed manga this morning (coz now I’m hooked on Gundam Seed) when Tama crawled up on me and started scratching and biting and tickling me to death on my stomach: ADOOOOOOORABLE!!! The orange one is still a bit of a coward, and I know she WANTS to play with me and have me pet her, but everytime she gets near she runs away again. Aiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my drawings and paintings are gone from DevArt. Someone got onto my account and deleted ‘em all. Changed my accounts for all the sites I go to.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lesson for all. Do not use the same password for all the sites you go to: some idiot might give the password away and some bigger idiot might use it for his own evil deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my drawings...gone from DevArt…&lt;br /&gt;Even the ones that were drawn for HIM. Course, he never acknowledged them...so there wasn’t really any use to it anyways. Yeah, if you can’t tell already, my wittle chat bro is on a “revenge” for all the “wrongs” I had done to him. I know he’s reading this. Grow up,Wieg. Grow up and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for god's sakes, stop posting your perverted pictures on my accounts. I know you have alot of em and love to show em off, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm so cruel ^^ *covers her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; .  ..  ...end entry 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111089762933035445?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111089762933035445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111089762933035445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111089762933035445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111089762933035445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad.html' title='Sad…'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-111013145395064942</id><published>2005-03-06T07:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:50:53.953-10:00</updated><title type='text'>WEI WILL WEI WILL ROCK YOU!!</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE SAVER - TM Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. So I was outside of the school waiting for our lovely couch bus to arrive to take us to St. Paul for the state hockey game. Waiting and waiting for an HOUR. Finally the teachers, with a huge smile on their faces, told us that someone must have cancelled our fan bus and we were to ride a yellow school bus down there instead. A yellow school bus. Instead of the coushiony, spaced out seats, we sat on hard cramped seats with no room for our knees. We had no TV, no lights for the night trip back, no air condition. It was a very bumpy ride, and with every bump the windows rattled like crazy. And that wasn't the worse part. The bus was FULL of freshmen, who thought it funny to throw chewed up toffee around the bus. and even THAT wasn't the worse part. The worse part was that we lost the hockey game. Horribly. 4 - 1. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;We came home at 2 in the morning and my back was KILLING me from those seats. My knees still hurt today, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next day was so much better! My mom took me shopping and I bought cute shirts for like 90 cents ^^! And, being bored of the games I have already, I bought a new game. THAT'S RIGHT KEI WEI, I BOUGHT DYNASTY WORRIORS!!!!! Dynasty Warriors 3, mind you, me being ever so poor, and having to buy old games. I like playing with gay Zhang Hei ^^. He's funny! Kei-san will have to give me tips about the game whenever he is free and is reading this ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Plus to make things even better, a friend in art class lent me the whole box set of Furuba anime! I don't know how I could possible watch every episode with a family like mine. If I am watching a DVD, my little brother will come in, rudely set himself in front of the TV and slam the stop button, his way of saying "I wanna watch a movie. Go away." Which is totally wrong because he should respect his elders and do stuff like give them his seat and all. But my little brother is infamous for having no respect for elders whatsoever. Anyways, I'll try and watch as much as I can so that I can give it back to Danielle. *fangirl scream* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KYO-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUN &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3!!!!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-111013145395064942?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/111013145395064942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=111013145395064942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111013145395064942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/111013145395064942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/03/wei-will-wei-will-rock-you.html' title='WEI WILL WEI WILL ROCK YOU!!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110995050333687682</id><published>2005-03-04T05:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T05:38:05.636-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Game//New Job//Sumi-e</title><content type='html'>mood&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some song on a crappy Jap radio…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ... start entry 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack! I’ve always started writing out a blog entry, but every time, before I finish, I am forced offline and not able to post what I had written. And I've been really busy these past few days, and haven't been able to go online as much. So I’m using my English class time to REALLY post a blog entry this time. The school is really empty, everyone is down in the twin cities to watch the school’s state hockey game, or since we are doing nothing today they are snowboarding down spirit mountain or something. I myself am going down there in a few hours, taking the fan bus. I went to the basketball game last night (the first basketball game i've been to) but they lost T__T. So that's why hockey team has to win! PLEASE WIN!! GO EAST!! Anyways…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this has been what was going on since…well…since Valentine’s Day I suppose (That’s a long time ^^;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job! I have a new job! And just for emphasis, I HAVE A NEW JOB!! I now work in the dining room at an assisted living home for the elderly. In other words, I’m kind of like a lunch lady, except for old people. It’s really easy, actually! Easier than fast food. Because these people all sit at the same place, wear the same clothes, and order the same food and rinks everyday. I have to remember specific stuff about them, though, such as whether they like decaf or regular coffee, or I have to know that that person sitting there is diabetic, and so needs sugar-free dessert. I like my new job ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I don’t work too many hours anyways (evening shift is from 4.30 to 7.30 – 3 hours only), I have more time to do whatever I want to. Lately I’ve been hooked on two things: Chinese brush painting and Cats (Oo strange combo…) I’ve always wanted to try Chinese brush painting, or sumi-e is easier, and now I bought myself some rice paper and some oriental brushes (hake brushes ROCK!) so I’ve been trying it out a lot nowadays. And Cats! I first saw it in my English class two weeks ago, rented it over break and watched it 10 times, and I’m happy to say that I’ve memorized every single line in the musical ^^. I LOVE it! I love the characters, the songs, the costumes, the dances! MUNKSTRAP KICKS MACAVITY BUTT!!! Munkustrap is my fave cat ^^! Ahem, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to be writing a personal narrative essay right now. Writing about an experience that mirrors YOU or err..me. So, I’m planning to write about the time I was standing in front of my Malaysian 3rd grade class for the first time. If Set-chan is reading this, you can help me out by remembering how the atmosphere was like in the classroom as I was being introduced. I do remember everyone staring at me, and feeling VERY uncomfortable and out of place. Who was our teacher…I remember that he was a young Chinese looking guy. I’m getting better at writing my essays, btw, Murder ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I’m done, class is ending soon and it’s art next!! W-0-0-T! More ink paintings of cats ^^! See, I put my obsession of sumi-e and Cats together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jellicle Cats come out tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jellicle Cats come one, come all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Jellicle Moon is shining bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110995050333687682?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110995050333687682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110995050333687682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110995050333687682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110995050333687682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/03/hockey-gamenew-jobsumi-e.html' title='Hockey Game//New Job//Sumi-e'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110840652486060966</id><published>2005-02-14T08:35:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T08:42:04.863-10:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, happy valentine's day! *passes out a chocolate and a peck on the cheek to everyone* An especially special happy valentine's day to MY valentine *hugs and rains kisses on bro* Mwahah watch out for something in your mailbox bro ^^. It'll be there soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole morning passing out chocolates to people, but i'm kinda low on supply right now (Kelly stole five and ran away), so I'm saving em for guys and making deals with my friends that i'll give them three times more chocolate if they will just give me another day to buy more ^^;. Waaah..i so wanna give it to him; he's wearing a red ribbon around his neck today, kakkoi desu ne &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3!!!!!! But you know me, ever the wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, bell's gonna ring soon, off to chemistry! Gotta give chocolates to at least 4 guys there, hope I'll make one of their days a bit brighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110840652486060966?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110840652486060966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110840652486060966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110840652486060966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110840652486060966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110787175268056625</id><published>2005-02-08T04:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T04:13:19.586-10:00</updated><title type='text'>of Jobs and Germany</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sleepy. I DON'T WANNA BE IN SCHOOL MOMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shenmue Sedge Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, what’s up? Things are just fine and dandy with me, I suppose. I’m still looking for a job, but I think I might get accepted at the Assisted Living Home, because about three of my friends work there, and they’ll be sure to put in a bit of their own voice in the manager’s ear for me. Thanks, Julie, Liz and Nick ^_~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pays good I hear. $6 an hour. Plus my other friend Tim just offered me a job at&lt;br /&gt;Grandma’s Restaurant this morning, just this morning! Something to do with onions, but I get payed some $150 dollars. Easy money, he says. Thanks, Tim ^_~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to some bad news. The college I applied to, University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, has officially put me on waitlist. That doesn’t ring too well in my ears, and I don’t know when they’ll actually look at my application again, of if I’ll get in. But I know that I can’t go to college this year. I’m going to have to wait till next year, when my Green Card gets through, and I become a permanent resident. Because, you see, I can’t get the sorely needed financial aid for college unless I am a permanent resident. Which kinda sucks, but my dad wants me to wait till my sis is out of school anyways before putting me in. Three kids in college is a strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I’m thinking that while I wait till my permanent residency comes through, and then wait till January 1st to fill out my FAFSA form, I might as well go to Germany for a year ^^. There’s this perfect scholarship that’s easy to get into, and the program sends 200 kids to Germany every year, to stay there for one year. All expenses paid for! I would stay with a host family, go to the Gymnasium (German middle-level schools), and be free to wander Germany. My dad says its alright as long as I stay with a Muslim family that has no boys in it. And it turns out that one of the exchange students here, Annika, lives next to a Turkish family, so I can go live next to a friend ^^! It all sounds so perfect, I wish I can go sooooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dang I over-blogged again. You know, if I update more often, this sort of thing won’t happen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who haven't heard of the Devils of Paradise, click on this link! &lt;a href="http://s7.invisionfree.com/Devils_of_Paradise/index.php"&gt;http://s7.invisionfree.com/Devils_of_Paradise/index.php&lt;/a&gt; I'll see everybody at the forum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110787175268056625?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110787175268056625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110787175268056625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110787175268056625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110787175268056625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/02/of-jobs-and-germany.html' title='of Jobs and Germany'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110662517843134130</id><published>2005-01-24T17:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:52:58.430-10:00</updated><title type='text'>workless &amp; black and blue</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bored, too free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; .  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sleepless Beauty - Gravitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday. Today I read a book, took a nap, and played Star Wars: Battlefront, with my baby brother Hamza, till dusk. Because today is the first Tuesday that I am workless. Yes, I was just recently laid off by KFC, due to high labor. They’ll be sure to call me back during the summer, but until then I’m pretty much out of luck. There aren’t any job openings nearby during the wintertime, and all the places that I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; work at are too far away. Another big stab in my side for not taking driver’s education when I had a chance and spending my money on a PS2 when I coulda bought a car. But oh well. I’ll just view it as a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this free time, I went ice-skating with my family, my friend Rachel, and a few other friends of the family. I hadn’t ice-skated at all in 2 years, and it was really fun! At one time I held hands with this little 3 year old girl who was ADORABLE. Otherwise I just went round and round the rink following Rachel. And we even got to do the chicken dance on the ice! The only bad thing about ice-skating that day, well, two bad things really, were that my skates were rusted so I had to use someone else’s: a size 9, when I am a size 7 and a half. You can imagine how my ankles bent on the ice and how my feet ached afterwards. The other bad thing was that I feel once, juuuust once, but I fell hard on my knees, and now I have a black and blue spot on it! I’m putting ice on it right now. It really hurts! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MEIN GOTT, DER KNEE TUT MIR SO WEH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O__o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I can concentrate full-time on school now that I don’t have a job. The new semester’s begun, bringing new hopes for me that I won’t, I WON’T draw in class and not pay attention to the teacher. I have an art class this semester so that kinda helps to keep me from drawing in my other classes. I gotta do good this year, since my last semester’s grades weren’t so pleasing. Lot’s of C’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t help that a 79 here is a C, and a 59 is a failing grade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Eid Mubarak to all of you muslims, sacrifice any cows this year? Lucky devils, my family can’t possibly go up to a farm and say, “Yeah, we’d like to slaughter your cow for religious purposes.” Their suspicions about us being terrorists would probably surface yet again…and they will get to exercise their gun skills before hunting season begins again…*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guts splatter all around&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  …end entry 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110662517843134130?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110662517843134130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110662517843134130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110662517843134130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110662517843134130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/01/workless-black-and-blue.html' title='workless &amp; black and blue'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110606025894021296</id><published>2005-01-18T04:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T04:57:38.940-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week! </title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dogfight-move (still hooked on it XP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's final week! Today I have my Economics and Chemistry finals. Wish me luck! I've been cramming for a while now, I think I'm ready ^^. For economics, that is. Chemistry is another matter. See, I never really listened in class, and I always average a C in my chemistry quizzes. This is why I'm not going into pre-veterinary medecine anymore in college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my finals this week:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Values in Literature and German 3&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Pre-Calculus and American Government.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: NO SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next semester to start, because I have an art class!! Finally I'll be able to draw! And I am also taking Psychology next semester. To better understand people :). I hear that near the end of the psychology class, they have a hypnotist come in and hypnotize some people, and make them do the wierdest things...like act like a chipmunk or something like that. It'll be fun to watch, but I hope I won't get chosen as the volunteer ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I got together finally with another old malaysian friend of mine. Dear Hui Xian, who calls me the craziest person she's known XP. YOU RAWK HUI XIAN!! KEEP SMILING Y'HEAR? (She can't hear you idiot Oo) WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! JEEZ self, don't scare me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I can't be on the compter for too long, gotta go back to studying. Oh dang nevemind, class is starting already. ONE MORE SEMESTER AND HIGH SCHOOL IS OVER!! Don't forget to get me those MOVE songs, White-san! I'm going through a move craze XP. Which just happened a few days ago..my crazes just come and go like the wind. *blows off with the wind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110606025894021296?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110606025894021296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110606025894021296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110606025894021296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110606025894021296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/01/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week! '/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110546332720472036</id><published>2005-01-11T06:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T07:08:47.203-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a rock song someone has on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I'm in the school computer lab right now, supposed to be working on an essay (yep, that essay, Murd. You helped me alot, btw, thanks!), but my stomach &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hurts! I was just at the nurse's office just now, but I have no ride to get home on account of my dad being at the dentist's. I don't know why my stomach hurts so much; I had something to eat and drink this morning... I think, maybe, it might be coz,well, you know, stomachaches at the girl's time of the month ^^;;. It's not THAT stomach ache, in THAT region (you girls know what I'm talking about), but I always get really bad stomach aches when my time comes. So...I hope it is that. Because there's a bug going around, and I hope I didn't catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach feels like knives are stabbing me from within. I'm doubled over the computer right now, and my face looks like its angry, I suppose, because I scared the german exchange student away somehow ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to take my mind off the pain, I'll just continue being the little chatterbox I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to read Memoirs of a Geisha. It's a really good book, and I'm always sleeping late at night to read it, since I have no time to read during the day. Sayuki must have been so beautiful...I wish I had a picture of her. Welp, time for some image-surfing on the net, then! You know what's the most interesting thing to do when you are bored on the internet? Go to google images and type in cosplay. I'm not dissing cosplay or anything, Setchan. In fact, I wouldnt mind cosplaying as a character if i had the chance. but some cosplayers just look so ridiculous, I can't help but to laugh. Hey, you would too, if you had a picture of this really fat hairy guy cosplaying as sailormoon XP. Some of the japanese guys cosplaying look very hot, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Maybe I have a stomach ache from the alcohol Idrank last saturday, at the KFC party. I didn't MEAN to drink it, and I put the cup down right away after Irealized that it wasn't pepsi that I was drinking (I found out later that it was Captain Morgan and Coke) But i probably have a stomach ache from that. The cup was right beside mine and looked EXACTLY the same, how was I supposed to know? Anyways, the KFC bowling party was alright. I woulda much rather bowled with friends, instead of a bunch of drunk people who I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dissapointed last saturday that I couldn't go to the movies with the AFS club. as president, I called everyone, but no one wanted to go, so I sat at work (I was calling from work) being mad at everyone. yep, happy weekend I had. happy tuesday i'm having too. i want to go home....AH NO I have to work this afternoon..that sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for the negative entry, but my stomach is REALLY killing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110546332720472036?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110546332720472036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110546332720472036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110546332720472036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110546332720472036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110484976427428597</id><published>2005-01-04T04:38:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:42:44.273-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Cochrane's thoughts on happiness</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Around the World - Initial D (MOVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an essay the teacher passed out in english class. I'll write it all here, because I think it's very important, and I want you all to read it. I dedicate the retelling of this essay to Set-chan and Bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren’t old enough and we’ll be more content when they are. After that we are frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there’s no better time to be happy then right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. Its best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza. He said, ‘For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid, then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time…and remember that time waits for no one… So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or the fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you’ve had a drink, until you’ve sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy…Happiness is a journey, not a destination. Thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Work like you don’t need money, Love like you’ve never been hurt, And dance&lt;br /&gt;           like no one’s watching.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            -Peter Cochrane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110484976427428597?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110484976427428597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110484976427428597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110484976427428597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110484976427428597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2005/01/peter-cochranes-thoughts-on-happiness.html' title='Peter Cochrane&apos;s thoughts on happiness'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110438136844363546</id><published>2004-12-29T18:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:36:08.443-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays Again!</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tired and sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suteki Da Ne - Final Fantasy X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 18 (only 18 O_o?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, how’s it going? Sorry I haven’t been online in a while! I’ve been saying that a lot nowadays, haven’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams suddenly and makes everyone jump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!! I GAMEBOY SP!! I GOT A GAMEBOY SP FOR CHRISTMAS!!! OMGGGGG!!! GUESS WHO GAVE IT TO ME!! GUESS WHO GUESS WHO!!! THAT KITTY WHO HIDES IN MY CLOSET WAITING FOR ME TO BRING UP SCRAPS FOR DINNER? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt; SANTA CLAUS? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt; I KNOW WHO!!! PICK ME PICK ME!!!! MY BROOOOOOO~~~ ^________^&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3!!!!!!!!! *hugs, glomps, tickles and overall: embarrasses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh…wait &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O__O&lt;/span&gt;… *gets off bro so he can breath* There’s someone I must introduce. I have a new erm… visitor in my blog. Yup yup, my big sister has taken some of her valuable time to descend to my lowly corner of the internet. Oh, not only my corner. EVERYBODY’S CORNER &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;. She told me alllll about her visits to the blogs of “Bro” and “Abang Man” (yech &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^;;&lt;/span&gt;) (No, Murdy, this does not mean you have to make a blog entry dedicated to my sister) Why? Apparently she got hit hard by something a lot of us get hit with, BOREDOM. What do we…errm…I do about it? Nufink really &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t care what you do, meine liebe schwester, comment away. I know of only one person who must be freaked out by this, but that person isn’t me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that we are all done with feeling watched and uncomfortable, on with the rest of my blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll make this short. My recent entries have been too long &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^;;&lt;/span&gt;. So this sums up what’s been happening:&lt;br /&gt;- My parents still aren’t talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my congratulations to Set-chan again on her concert, my regrets that I couldn't have been there, and might I at this time also remind her of my utmost jealousy of her half-Japanese guitarist bishie? And hey, you'll find someone when you're over with Jace. As your best friend, I must say that you are pretty attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- winter break is half over (and I spent most of it working bleh). When I get back to school its FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to see A Series of Unfortunate Events with the AFS club, and I liked that movie very much. Violet is soooo pretty! and her little sister is soooooo kawaii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve finally finished FFX. YOJIMBO RUUUUUULES!!! Now I'm hooked on Star Wars: Battlefront again XP. Hey, the game is pretty fun when you have brothers who search you out and kill YOU instead of the enemy. And when you kill him back, he'll return with a mega-machine and shoot the bejeebers out of ya. Yup, pretty fun to me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And erm…this goes to Set-chan again. I know I’m a little slow, but, I think I’ve finally gotten hooked on Bleach &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^;;&lt;/span&gt;. Happened after I finally got my hands on the second volume of the manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*passes out leftover candy canes to everyone* HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL OF YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110438136844363546?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110438136844363546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110438136844363546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110438136844363546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110438136844363546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays-again.html' title='Happy Holidays Again!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110351336858322708</id><published>2004-12-19T17:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:29:28.583-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sleepless Beauty - Gravitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;start entry 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG YAAAAAWN* Hey. Three people were fired from work two days ago, so I'm back to working 5 days a week. Why three people at once? Because they did the most stupidest thing a worker can do. They were smoking weed right smack in the middle of the restaurant at 12 midnight, two hours after closing time. And the manager just &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to be buying a midnight snack at Subway at the time (Subway is right across from KFC), and he saw the lights open and all.  They just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to leave the lights open. Well, what's done is done. Only...one of the three, sensing danger, started ratting out the names of everyone else who had smoked weed in the sotre, so alot of people got their hours cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that half the people that work at that KFC smoke weed in the store, and I've walked into them doing it, too. But, they're all my friends, and I would never think of ratting on my friends. Everytime the guys go out for a smoke, and leave me in the restaurant alone, the shift manager Kim calls out the same question "Hey, We're getting down with the smokes. Don't be alarmed!" And I'll say "I won't!" and sit there on the counter dangling my feet. She likes me for that, apparently ^^;. It kills her everytime I answer "I won't!" It kills everyone how innocent i still am even from working around all those crazy KFC London Rd people for 3-4 months. It kills me how funny I am to them just for not smoking ^^;;. Is it so amusing? I like it when they like me, though ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo, I wanted to go to the movies with Rachel today, we wanted to go see "A Series of Unfortunate Events", but we were both working. *heavy sigh* And we wanted to bake german christmas stuff for our german class for Tuesday, as extra credit, but we both work on Monday night and will have no TIME. It kinda sucks not being able to do the things you really want to do, because something is tying you down. I can't work with the drama club on their play, either, because they rehearse after school and I work then. But AH I'm complaining! I should be glad I have a job, and be glad that I'm working1 All the money is going to a good cause, too. from my paycheck, I'm saving $40 to give to my sister, to help pay for her tuition. She works three jobs, but still needs all the help she can get. Then, $50 dollars I present to my parents. What's the use in working if you can't help the family out in a time of financial crisis? And since my paycheck is usually $110, i'll still have $20 for myself, and that's alright ^^ $10 dollars a week, I can do well on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst things a person can do is to complain about what they already have, when so many other people do not have the same privileges as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! Now I must search for pictures of Emo people on the internet, for a drawing that I am working on for Rachel's christmas present. She found it rather funny that I didn't know how the Emo ones dress like. I hear the word being thrown around, but I have absolutely no clue what it is, and i'm sorry for it, but that's the position I am in right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Think you can help me with my English term paper? I'm to write an essay on Good and Evil. I can put in quotes from and references to these books and plays: Beowulf, Tuesdays with Morrie, Catcher in the Rye, Brave New World, and Othello. Just any suggestions on what to write will do. Thanks for any help! And Happy Holidays to all of ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110351336858322708?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110351336858322708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110351336858322708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110351336858322708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110351336858322708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/12/mood-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110313025285519436</id><published>2004-12-15T06:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T07:13:01.120-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update GLOMP</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;german christmas songs stuck in my head "Schlittenfahrt, schlittenfahrt..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heya heya, long time since my last update, eh?&lt;br /&gt;well i don't actually have the time to write out a full journal entry right now, so ill go through whats been going on really quick. in the last few days, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finished the first part of FFX&lt;br /&gt;-recieved a DDR game and pad for christmas, and ive been dancing ever since. (jes, set-chan, I HAVE DDR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-hosted my first party at my house&lt;br /&gt;-had my first kiss...with my brother's girlfriend O__o&lt;br /&gt;-went and seen the Nutcracker, the ballet. two of my friends were in it :)&lt;br /&gt;-had my first convo with my two bestest best friends Zilla and Lina at the same time KYAAA it was so great you guys i love you and lets do it again ^^&lt;br /&gt;-sent my application fee to U of MN Twin Cities, hope to recieve a reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;-started reading Othello (Shakespeare) for english&lt;br /&gt;-created my own dollar bill. yep, you heard it right. it was for economics class, and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.share.geocities.com/kikusu_sei/kawaiian_dollar2.txt" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it shows up! i cant get on geocities at school. did the lines and added the picture on the comp, then printed it out and added the dots by hand. TEDIOUS, i tell ya, TEDIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to go to Pre-Calc (where i did not finish my homework *slaps me on the wrist*) If you have any specific questions about anything that i listed up there (im sure there will be some about the kiss) ask me later! See ya'll! *hugs and kisses and an extra poke to Ash just coz XP*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110313025285519436?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110313025285519436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110313025285519436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110313025285519436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110313025285519436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/12/update-glomp.html' title='Update GLOMP'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110208211476958228</id><published>2004-12-03T03:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T03:55:14.770-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog = English Project</title><content type='html'>Mwahah keeping an online journal or just a journal in general came useful yesterday. One of the choices formy outside english prject was to write a journall, ten entries, a solid page for each entry. Easy enough, i took it from my blog and changed the dates ^^! That was one of the few times that i actually had an assignment due on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightiez, i gotta go study now! I three tests today to study for: American Government (the 4th Amendment "WE HAVE NO RIGHTS TO PRIVACY ANYMORE!!!!"), Pre-Calculus (verifying trigonomic functions) Economics (pure and monopolistic competition, oligopolies, commercial strategies and all that fun stuff ^^). OH! that reminds me, we made a commercial in economics ^^! it was FUN! and we saw other people's commercials. this one group made a commercial about "Pooh-be-Gone", and they kept zooming on a toilet bowl where they'd crumbled a chocolate cupcake in, it looked pretty real ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, time to study! see ya guys *gives everyone a hug and a kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110208211476958228?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110208211476958228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110208211476958228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110208211476958228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110208211476958228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-blog-english-project.html' title='My Blog = English Project'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110192044423869391</id><published>2004-12-01T06:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T07:01:40.646-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surrounded by crazy people...</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WAHNSINNIG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;caillou song, was watching it with my brother this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…who are all trying to corrupt innocent children like me! After reading Catcher in the Rye again for English, I notice these things more now than ever. Okay, it started at school. No, wait, before I even went to school. My 2-year old little brother was sleeping in my bed this morning, because I had to get him to sleep last night (finally succeeded…at 2 in the morning). He woke up, put his hands on my cheeks and said “Kiss me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I FREAKED!!! HAMZA HAMZA WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew where he got it from, though. He got it from from Shrek 2 -_-. You know, if we had cable, we could go strict on him and make him only watch Noggin and Playhouse Disney all day, but without it he has nothing to watch but what we watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was waiting for the bus to work with my friend Jasmine (changed her name). This other friend of mine Tony (changed his name) had just begged a seasonal minty cigarette from Jasmine, and was trying to get me to smell how minty it was. It was kinda funny, coz he would attempt to stuff it under my nose then say&lt;br /&gt;“No. It’s bad to smoke. I won’t allow you to be bad”&lt;br /&gt;I was just standing there going “^^;;UMMMMMM ^^;;!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walking from the bus stop down to KFC, we bumped into these two bums. We recognized them, because they always come in KFC asking for food and all, but we didn’t know they were FRIENDS o__o! Okay, I’ll tell you about them. One of them always wears an army suit, and the other smiles a lot and is really kinda sad, I’ll tell you why right now. The first time I saw him, he was paying for his meal at KFC with pennies, so I felt sorry for him and gave him a free dessert. I really shouldn’dta done that, coz he came in the next day, wearing this suit which he got from god knows where, and asked me if I had a date tonight. I pretended not to hear him and he went away, but that was the very first time that some sad crazy guy ever came up to me and asked me for a date, so I was kinda shaken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to yesterday, I was at work, and one of my co-workers Cathrine (changed her name) came in, asking for some chicken. My other co-worker, who hates Catherine’s guts, told her no. So Catherine started swearing like anything, and there was a customer right there ^^;;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lastly, I wanted to get home after I was off work, but my whole family was at this Muslim Christian Jewish interface meeting. I didn’t know my brother’s girlfriend’s number, and I didn’t know my sister’s “boyfriend’s” number, so I called my friend Rauri (no clue where I got that name from). She was working, but she said top call her dad to pick me up when he picks her up. So I did, and her dad came alone, without her o__o. and yeah her dad likes talking a lot, and he kept saying stuff about how I should do what I want to do (we were talking about partying, and we came about on my religion, for some strange reason) I said I cover myself up so that boys wouldn’t look at me. He said,&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT! Boys’ll look at ya more if ya cover yourself up like that! You’re a very beautiful girl, and i like how you laugh, you get what i mean?”&lt;br /&gt;I know he didn’t mean anything bad coz he’s just this nice loving guy... but I still felt very uncomfortable how he went on complimenting me like that ^^;;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a nice little kid who doesn’t smoke or go on dates with crazy guys and doesn't party and is not interested in dating guys at all so pleeeeease people don’t talk to me like that it’s really uncomfortable ^^;;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay yeah, I’ll stop right now. But that was just a day in my life in America, so there you go ^^;;. I'm sure things wouldn't have been so crazy for me in Malaysia. AMERICA IS CORRUPTING MEEEEE~~!!! I'm not saying all Americans are bad, of course! *huggies bro* This american right here is half welsh and even some japanese so he isn't bad at all ^^! KAWAII DESU YO~ KAWAII!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't say Kei-san isn't a badbutt though (badbutt XD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110192044423869391?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110192044423869391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110192044423869391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110192044423869391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110192044423869391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-surrounded-by-crazy-people.html' title='I&apos;m surrounded by crazy people...'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110153167240031484</id><published>2004-11-26T18:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T19:01:12.400-10:00</updated><title type='text'>UWAAH UWAAH!!</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so many things happening at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no song, it's night time! don't wanna wake people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, how's the break from school going? I hope SPM is over for you Set-chan! And for the Americans, how was Thanksgiving for you guys? You better had heeded my warning and eaten that turkey, bro! Or you just might get a whole huge turkey for Christmas XD! And Kei-san is probably too busy to eat any turkey down in Miami, too busy doing ahem ahem stuff naw just kidding ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hey, i have great news for you guys!! Well, great news for me, that is XP! I BOUGHT A PS2!!! I BOUGHT A PS2!! And just once more for clarification, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I BOUGHT A PS2!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I got together and shared the bill...well, sort of. He told me i was paying more by throwing in $100, but we also bought three games and a starter kit and a memory card, that's gotta be some $250 dollars at least. So i kinda feel bad for not contributing more, but i guess he understood that i have ZIP money in my bank, and he has some $700, WHICH, of course, he is saving up for college this December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my big brother, who, when we were kids, used to stuff my head down the toilet, is leaving for the Culinary Institute of America, in New york, this December. Not having much maturity growth from when we were kids, i might add. I really wish i could go with him to see him off (or rather to see New York), but he's going alone. You know, it's kinda wierd to see him go; he is the first person in my family to leave the house. And he was the main cook in our house, so now THAT'S gone =P. But yeah...i guess the impact will come when he is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to ya, Big Brother, may you come back from New york still stupid as ever, and don't let those city people corrupt you one bit! If he comes back talking city talk, I'll smack him =P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Set-chan, can you believe it? Our wittle Mus'ab is moving away to deh big big city ^^;. MUS'AB! God, I hope he does okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, BACK TO PS2!!! FINALLY i get to play the Final Fantasy games i missed out on! i'm playing FFX at the moment, and after i finish this, i can proudly say that I've played every single Final Fantasy title =3, FF1 through FF10, even FF Mystic Quest and FF Tactics! (not counting, of course, 11 and 12, which are online) I ish a proud FFFan ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF3 WAS THE FIRST EVER RPG GAME I PLAYED!! THE FIRST RPG GAME I FELL IN LOVE WITH!! Zelda is my second, and Harvest Moon a close third XD. LOVE THAT FARMING GAME!! You pick up a rock, throw it in the pond, mess with the dirt, throw around seeds like crazy, then pick up a mountain berry and suck up to the bar girl with it, marry her, and carry your kid around XP!! I find that fun, oddly :). Okay, I'll stop now. With games, that is. Onto work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an employee meeting today. It was kinda fun, the manager came up with all these games for us to play, and we won prizes if our team won. had to do with teamwork, im sure. anyways, i won a pen,  a pencil, and an Uno deck :). OH! I won the Uno deck, coz someone wrote something nice about me on our CHAMPS cards! Just the fact that someone thought i helped out was a present enough for me ^^! The only thing bad about the meeting was there were only 4 people in there not smoking (in the restaurant's lobby). i was sitting there at the table and everyone around me is CHAIN-SMOKING, even 15-year old Josh, for god's sakes! anyways, i came home reeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY NET NANY TIME IS FINISHING, GOTTA GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110153167240031484?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110153167240031484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110153167240031484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110153167240031484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110153167240031484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/11/uwaah-uwaah.html' title='UWAAH UWAAH!!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110100613875222130</id><published>2004-11-20T16:59:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:03:04.526-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest movie i have ever seen...</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a sad one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;. .. ... start entry 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just rented Grave of the Fireflies, and cried my eyes out. No kidding. My little brother Muaz was with me, and if you know him, he isnt one to get into anything i like, but he was crying too. My eyes are still swollen, in fact. And everytime i think of Setsuko, i start crying again. Damn, things are very unfair in some parts of the world. Makes me feel bad everytime i eat, and everytime i sleep in a nice bed, and everytime i am comfortable. Things are damn unfair. I wish this war in Iraq would stop, and i wish the children in Africa would have a nice meal, just ONE nice meal, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts crying again* I wish Japan never got bombed during WWII, I wish all those homes and schools never got destroyed, and families never got torn apart. I wish people were nicer to each other. I wish i weren't so comfortable. It doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...poor Setsuko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110100613875222130?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110100613875222130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110100613875222130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110100613875222130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110100613875222130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/11/saddest-movie-i-have-ever-seen.html' title='The saddest movie i have ever seen...'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110078511658989491</id><published>2004-11-18T03:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T03:39:43.783-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this time i'm listening to japan-a-radio XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUUUWAAAAAAAAAH~~!! I finished TONS of catch-up homework assignments last night! Worked non-stop for 4 hours, but it payed off! I finished:&lt;br /&gt;- 5 procrastinated Pre-Calculus papers (nyaaah twist that tongue ^^)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 study guides of American Government, each 4 pages long&lt;br /&gt;- Re-writing a famous German children's story&lt;br /&gt;- Looking up information on J.D. Salinger for a quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ish so proud of myself &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;\^o^/&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, since I'm caught up in school and all, I treated myself to a little d r a w i n g ^^! I've joined an oekaki site, and here is my first ever Oekaki drawn on a site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Sei's First Oekaki!!" src="http://www.geocities.com/kikusu_sei/seioekaki.txt" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles, I'm off to school now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 11&lt;/span&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/7895788-110078511658989491?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110078511658989491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110078511658989491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110078511658989491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110078511658989491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/11/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-110073027050208071</id><published>2004-11-17T13:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:51:11.196-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Time!</title><content type='html'>mood &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not sure..I'm listening to some online german radio @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Ohrenkneifer.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.Ohrenkneifer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...start entry 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, long time since my last update, ne? So, here’s what’s been going on…after the election I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, fasting month is over, and my family celebrated Eid. Not as lavishly as we would in Malaysia, but, at least it is still celebrated here :). Instead of visiting realitives, eating lemang and nasi rending and mee rebus, getting duit raya, going to open houses, and being one of the hundreds of people who throng the mosques on Eid morning, I: got together with the muslim community here in Duluth (some 50 people or so), prayed eid prayer in the basement of a church, ate some donuts, went bowling, had fast food (Hardee’s) for lunch, then rented Shrek 2 and watched it at home. Well, I’m not saying it wasn’t totally fun, though. It was still kinda cool ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZILLA!! ZILLA!!&lt;/span&gt; Two days ago I called up one of my best friends in Malaysia and she answered the phone!!! We didn’t really get to talk much, but it was still soooo nice to hear from her again ^^! We haven’t seen each other for more than 2 years now! She was away at her boarding school when I left for America, so she didn’t even know at the time that I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which suddenly takes me back to the reactions of my friends who did see me off those fine few last days in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctively remember walking towards the school canteen, trying to explain to Lina why I had been absent from school the day before. In the least words possible, I told her I had been at the Government Passports office. She knew right then that I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now…HOW I WANT TO GO BACK AND VISIT ALL OF MY FRIENDS!!! I miss you guys more than you can imagine, I really do! It made me feel kind of weird talking to Zilla at first, because I didn’t really recognize her voice. She said I sounded the same as always, though :). To which I did my best imitation of an American high school girl and she cried “NO STOP STOP!!!” XP. But I felt comfortable again when her little brother yelled on the top of his lungs “HELLO COW!!” and I replied with a hearty “HEYA CHICKEN!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh…the memories, the memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want to talk to her as soon as possible again, so that we can catch up on some stuff. I still don’t know: whether she has a bf or not, where she is going to college and what she is going to take, how things in life are going for her. And I have to know these things! It’s a must for me ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Lina for giving me her number. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOOOOVE YOU LINAAAAAA~~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey, I missed all of you guys too, since I haven’t had the time to come online for long lately. Here’s some huggiez for all of you! Till next time, tschüs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...end entry 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-110073027050208071?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/110073027050208071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=110073027050208071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110073027050208071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/110073027050208071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/11/update-time.html' title='Update Time!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109950691209776758</id><published>2004-11-03T08:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T08:35:29.146-10:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSH IS RE-ELECTED?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD BUSH GET RE-ELECTED?!?! AFTER WHAT HE DID?!?! AND THE WHOLE WORLD HATES HIM!!!! HOW COULD HE GET RELECTED!!?!?!? DAMMIT OHIO, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. Super sucky sucks. Now my german teacher is going to pack up and leave america. So is my mom's friend. If permenant Residents could vote, Kerry would have won by a landslide.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot this sucks. VOTING FOR BUSH MEANS THOUSANDS MORE IRAQIS DEAD, AND THEY WON'T KNOW WHY!! HOW CAN THEY TALK ABOUT PROBATION WHEN THEY ARE DROPPING BOMBS ON THOUSANDS OF IRAQI CHILDREN?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what am i saying, the votes are in, whats done is done -_-. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to mourn with all the other anti-bush people. You guys over in Malaysia might not mind, but us muslims in america really do have to watch out with the patriot act and all, we thought maybe if Kerry came in office he might &lt;em&gt;revise&lt;/em&gt; it, so that you can't arrest people without any reason, or come into people's homes without permission, or check peoples emails without consent. Sneak and peek sucks. Bush is a rushing-into-war-idiot. Cheney freaks me out coz he's evil. Having to write a stupid hard test to see whether your school recieves federal funding or not is so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109950691209776758?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109950691209776758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109950691209776758' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109950691209776758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109950691209776758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-is-re-elected_03.html' title='BUSH IS RE-ELECTED?!?!?!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109923515846748713</id><published>2004-10-31T04:59:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T05:09:24.023-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from the two idiots</title><content type='html'>Wiegraf:&lt;br /&gt;Jeah first of all i'd like to apologize to all of Sei's friends for whatever i said to them to make them mad. You all have your reasons for hating me, but honestly im not really a bad guy... Or a rapist &gt;_&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't mean anything i said to any of you. I'm not a racist . Its just than when i get mad i won't care whos feelings i hurt. I really do care about Sei/SIS ALOT. I mean im just afraid that i will lose&lt;br /&gt;her to you guys. I mean she means alot to me and i somtimes feel like you guys are trying to take it away from me . Shes been the only person whos been there for me&lt;br /&gt;these last years . So please don't think i hate her. My mouth speaks faster than my brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei: I know you guys are mad at me for sticking up for Wiegraf after he said all those horrible things. but you have to know, i'll stick by him through anything, and i have been doing just that. Wieg didn't mean anything he said, so please, don't take any of it seriously. Well, i'll take some of it seriously, but you guys don't need to. I'm very very sorry for having to involve you guys in all of this! I really am! *pushes bro's head for a formal japanese bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109923515846748713?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109923515846748713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109923515846748713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109923515846748713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109923515846748713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/message-from-two-idiots.html' title='Message from the two idiots'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109901959432745114</id><published>2004-10-28T18:10:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:13:14.326-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; crying&lt;br /&gt;. .. ...&lt;br /&gt;song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not really in the mood to listen to songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ... start entry 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm in my worst state yet. My grades have been slipping in school for a while now, but today i recieved the full blow of it. Because today was the parent teacher conference. and my parents weren't too happy with how i'm doing. I have detention from Pre-Calculus for being tardy like a gazillion times, missing 6 assignments from there too. Missing assignments from tons of other classes.&lt;br /&gt;My teachers tell my parents that i'm an A student, that I just don't hand in the homework. So, he confronted me with this after work today. And, see, I have this really bad habit that whenever teachers or parents are talking to me about school problems, I start crying. Still crying right now, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, I have to get my grades up. But to do that, I have to make some sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm goin up to my manager and telling him to cut my days to at most 3 days a week, and try to make them on weekends, or i will quit KFC for good. i just can't handle school and work like i thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) No more painting as set crew for the school theatre for me. which is kinda a bummer. but i have drawing and painting class next year, so ill be able to paint all i want then. I just feel bad for promising the drama teacher that i'd be able to work, then leaving like i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This one is the ########, no more internet. i told my parents that they could ban me from internet until i get my grades up, but they didn't. they said i have to be an adult about it. but, i'm really a very weak person. So to be on the safe side, i'm closing this blog in a few days. i have to concentrate on school now, i'm really left behind. You all understand, don't you? Bro, you understand, right? I feel really bad leaving like this at this time, but I have no choice. I promise to call you and Lina, sometime. I have a new calling card, so it'll be some time soon! As soon as a learn to use this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, im not crying anymore now :). A lesson to all of you, if you feel bad, just write it out on a piece of paper or something, it'll make you feel better ^^. I don't want to read the comments for this entry, or i'll have to reply back! See, I'm so weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay happy and healthy so don't worry about me! See you all sometime in the future!! *waves* *hugs and kisses to all* *extra tight hug to Bro "I'll think about you all the time..."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ... end entry 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109901959432745114?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109901959432745114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109901959432745114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109901959432745114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109901959432745114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109898540991927702</id><published>2004-10-28T08:29:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:43:29.920-09:00</updated><title type='text'>graffiti in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ... start entry 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school counselor called me in during english today. I thought she wanted to talk more about a person i had been having problems with, but it wasn't about that. she asked me quietly if i had heard about the graffitti in the girl's bathroom, second floor, last stall. I said yeah, i heard about that. I heard it was very racist and targeted to an someone with a wierd name, most probably an arabic name. She then asked me if anybody in school was giving me problems, or if there is any reason at all that a person might write mean stuff about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know for certain that the name in the bathroom that recieved all those mean words was not mine, but apparently everyone in the school does. there are only 2 people in my whole school who have an arabic name, but i never did anything to anyone, so there would be no reason for my name to be in there. but...i've already had 5 other people besides the counselor ask me about it. rumors spread, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really wanted to tell all of you this story, but i feel it connects with what is going on on the internet right now. I was always able to handle bro in his bad moods, but right now i don't have the strength. there are just too many things going on right now, all i have to say is: "Bro, did you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to choose this time to bring something like this up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try my best to show a smiling face, so i don't think any of you know how i am feeling right now. im furious. frustrated. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time. Give me time to clear my head. I need some fresh air, a smiling face, anything. I'm really tired right now, i work 4 of the 5 schooldays, and on the fifth i was out of town travelling. so im really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109898540991927702?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109898540991927702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109898540991927702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109898540991927702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109898540991927702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/graffiti-in-school.html' title='graffiti in school'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109892314589226509</id><published>2004-10-27T15:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:25:45.893-09:00</updated><title type='text'>College stuff: boring for you, important for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;looking into the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anton Aus Tirol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ... start entry 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the National College Fair in Minneapolis today. Colleges from all over the country&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; It was huuuuuge&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;I grabbed information on all the colleges that offer Japanese and German as majors. Hmm..I should ask Tsurara where she studied Japanese…if only AO were still up&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to look for a cheap college in New York, but all the colleges that had representatives there were private ones&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Lawrence etc, and they cost from $25,000 to $32,000. Closer to home, there’s the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and University of Minnesota, Twin Cities, but cost about $8,000. I think I’ll go for the latter. U of M it is, then&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Japanese and German, o k a y &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; But first I have to see whether or not I receive my permanent residency by January, or else I won’t receive any federal aid&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;I’m still an alien &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*picks at her green slimy skin*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kay then&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Since I am moving to U of M, gotta find a humble house over there. Gotta work hard to scrape up enough money for living costs. Gotta get my GPA up. Gotta write up some letters, hand out some grades. Gotta do this, gotta do that, gotta relaaaaax&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last Saturday I retook my ACT test. I got a 26 the first time I took it last summer&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which isn’t too bad. But if I’m going to a liberal arts college, I gotta get better&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;I’m aiming for a 28 or higher this time. The science and reading parts were easier to understand than last year&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but I can’t say I did better in Math than last year. I finished before time was called…but guessed on at least 10 questions&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; And I’m certain I got at least 5 wrong &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I should stop now, headed to tarawikh prayer after this&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ... end entry 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109892314589226509?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109892314589226509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109892314589226509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109892314589226509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109892314589226509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/college-stuff-boring-for-you-important.html' title='College stuff: boring for you, important for me.'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109864210470067675</id><published>2004-10-24T09:17:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T09:35:06.776-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Relax...for 2 Hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;freeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eternal Flower - Yoko Ishida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ... start entry 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I slept till 1 in the afternoon today&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; That’s very uncharacteristic of me! I miss the good old days when I was a kid and could jump out of bed before my mom even came in my room to wake me up. Yep, I’m a teenager now alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so t i r e d. This week has just been crazy&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Plus it was especially crazy at work yesterday&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; All the seats in the lobby at KFC were full, and there were five cars lining up in the drive-thru &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(was on drive-thru).&lt;/span&gt; I nearly pulled all my hair out in frustration whenever another car pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose it was because of the Sox game. Nearly everybody in Duluth are Sox fans, maybe there are even more Sox fans than Twins fans &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O__O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god I’m talking sports like an American&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of being an American, Halloween is coming up&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; I’ve got to get a-crackin&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Got to find a suitable bunny rabbit ears and tail for the big day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;, I’m going to be a bunny rabbit, because I was born in the year of the rabbit!! I’ll be sure to send you pictures Set-chan and Bro, if I allow anyone to take my picture, that is. I hate taking pictures &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;;;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. .. ... end entry 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109864210470067675?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109864210470067675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109864210470067675' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109864210470067675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109864210470067675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-to-relaxfor-2-hours.html' title='Time to Relax...for 2 Hours.'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109828889397094624</id><published>2004-10-20T07:10:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:14:53.970-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tired but not losing hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; .  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a Barney song my mom was singing this morning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...start entry 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I’ve started fasting today. I only wish that Ramadhan would come just a week later. This week is so busy&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; The grading period is coming to an end, and I have to get all my work in by tomorrow or its too late. Trouble is I work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I suppose it’s time to pull another all-nighter&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Get the coffee ready, and here I go&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to take this moment to acknowledge Murder for his story. He truly knows how to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, there’s someone else who knows me even better than Murder does. Yeah, I’m having problems with my chat bro Wiegraf again. Wiegraf feels replaced by Murder. I’m going to ask a question now: do I really show Murder more affection than I do to Wiegraf? I THINK NOT! Well&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I’m going to call him and I hope hope hope everything will be better&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm worried though, he sounds really depressed. I'd do anything to keep bro from getting depressed. But i &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; do much. the most i can do is talk to him and try and cheer him up, but it doesn't usually work. Ibut you know, christmas is coming up, and i've bought HUMONGO gifts from catalogs that will ALL go to him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Wiegraf (or Wiglaf I should say, coz his name came from Beowulf isn’t that so cool ^^?), I’m supposed to be writing out my Beowulf test right now. I’m sort of stuck, though. How should I know who Grendels and Beowulfs are in life when I don’t pay attention to people at all OO? I’m the space-out girl, jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this entry was mainly random thoughts from my head. I’ll have a more meaningful entry next time. Maybe I’ll post “Why I love br.” No, see, I believe that writing stuff out like that just ruins things. Or “Is Sei more liberal or conservative’, seeing as how that’s what we’re doing in government right now. Hmm. I probably have to get back to writing this essay test. Next time, I guess. Tschüs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...end entry 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109828889397094624?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109828889397094624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109828889397094624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109828889397094624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109828889397094624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/mood-tired-but-not-losing-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109794047295333637</id><published>2004-10-16T06:15:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T06:31:42.410-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be confused!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Determined yet Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ein Abend in Rotary Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thought &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow it's really windy outside...my poor big brother has to walk to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ... start entry 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me while i learn to change the template. I know one learns best when one figures it out oneself, but, IF YOU KNOW TELL ME HOW!!! Just in case this will take a veeeery loooong tiiiime...Until then, my blog will be very messy looking. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work again today. For those of you who don't know, i work at KFC. I'm sort of experimneting, seeing if i can properly balance work and school. Hey, it's a skill I'll need for my college life, ne? Might as well learn now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...It's not going so well. For one thing, I'm on set crew for the fall play at school. Now that I'm working, I can't help out with the set painting after school. The poor play director needs a constant painter...I feel so bad promising to be there then ditching out like this! He needs all the help he can get, so before school I go in to see what I can do. It's all I can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'd much rather be painting than handing out overpriced chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ... end entry 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109794047295333637?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109794047295333637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109794047295333637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109794047295333637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109794047295333637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-be-confused.html' title='Don&apos;t be confused!'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895788.post-109789337230243656</id><published>2004-10-15T17:08:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T17:22:52.303-09:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;optomistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kazemakase Tsukikage Ran - Kazemakase 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;star entry 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hought I'd start up a blog here&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; What with my journal in AO that i can't get to, and the lot of my friends who are here, it's about time ne&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Neways, I'll try and be good in this blog, I'll try and be serious. No one's gonna read this anyway&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; At least, not at first&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; But if anyone shows up, i give you candy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;. Now shoo, I've got to think of something good to write for my official first entry. Shoo shoo, come back later though&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Kei-san happens to pop up sometime, you gotta tell me how to change my bg&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.  ..  ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;end entry 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895788-109789337230243656?l=burble-burble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/feeds/109789337230243656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895788&amp;postID=109789337230243656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109789337230243656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895788/posts/default/109789337230243656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burble-burble.blogspot.com/2004/10/testing-testing.html' title='testing testing'/><author><name>Sei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09589395240268899456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
