<?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-5070805933129335658</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:14:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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clique hahahah&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling at this moment? lonely&lt;br /&gt;How did your night go last night? it was a pretty sweet night actually&lt;br /&gt;How did you do in high school? cant wait for it to end&lt;br /&gt;How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? bought it at elephants basement or whatever the name is called&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see your best friend? whenever im in school unless she doesnt go to school or if i dont go to school x)&lt;br /&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married? 21 - 25&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday? 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine What’s:&lt;br /&gt;What is your mothers name? bee lian&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last weekend? tuition and jp with sister&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important part of your life? life in itself&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be doing? texting hunnn&lt;br /&gt;What did you last cry over? only hun knows&lt;br /&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? crying&lt;br /&gt;What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? lasting love&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about? random stuff&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast? 2 cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Have You’s:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken? yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of the country? yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach? no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you? by a few months, yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Who’s:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw? dad&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you texted? hunnn&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with? whole of iclique&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you? hunnn&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last hug? hunnn&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person who texted you? hunnn&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? hunnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Where’s:&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live? errrrr jelapang&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go? lot 1&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last hang out? lot 1&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school? dunearn secondary&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to be? a place with hunnn around&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night? bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Do’s:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now? love&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone likes you? dont know&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else? yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the muffin man? yes&lt;br /&gt;Does the future scare you? a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Why’s:&lt;br /&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend? fated&lt;br /&gt;Why did you get a Tumblr? nothing to do last year july (eh my tumblr is 1 year old)&lt;br /&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have? they wanted p &amp; p so ok im pamela my sister is priscilla&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this survey? dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three If’s:&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be? teleport&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? no&lt;br /&gt;If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? coffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Would-You-Ever’s&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? no&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? yeah. then get a wig&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One last question:&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now? happy with whats happening - yes. life - no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4078693067159917875</id><published>2010-07-12T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:32:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horribly long survey stolen by acjl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold the ones that are true for you.&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;I am Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my PJs.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed.&lt;br /&gt;I am married.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;I’m shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something I have done.&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad I curse.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I enjoy jazz music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have been to another country.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I’m smart.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told I have an unusual sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a broken bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last week.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone of the same gender. &lt;br /&gt;I have mood swings. &lt;br /&gt;I have rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Sex and the City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;I own and use a library card.&lt;br /&gt;I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I read books for pleasure in my spare time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep a lot during the day.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly dislike math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I will try ALMOST anything once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a job that I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently waiting for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I lost contact with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Party In The USA is catchy.&lt;br /&gt;I’d date Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;I can name all the past presidents of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;I know who was president before George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love pickles.&lt;br /&gt;I need the internet to live.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer vanilla over chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;I watched all six movies of Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I own an Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;I think music is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music (Bold the ones you like)&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance. Coldplay. Dave Matthews Band. David Bowie. Foo Fighters. Hellogoodbye. The Killers. James Blunt. Teddy Geiger. Linkin Park. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muse.&lt;/span&gt; Ok Go. Panic At The Disco. Peter Bjorn. The Postal Service. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Timbaland.&lt;/span&gt; Jack Johnson. Norah Jones. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drake.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Fray.&lt;/span&gt; The Wreckers. Michael Buble. Beyoncé. Metallica. Massive Attack. Queen. Journey. The Cars. Supertramp. Eurythmics. Sublime. The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Wu-tang Clan. Fergie. Sarah McLachlan. Band of Horses. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John Mayer.&lt;/span&gt; Jason Mraz. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Justin Timberlake. Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt; Kenny Chesney.Carrie Underwood. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Neil Young. The Beatles. Brad Paisley. Tim McGraw. Taylor Swift. P. Diddy. Jay Z.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Lil’ Wayne. Lil’ Jon.&lt;/span&gt; Three 6 Mafia. Nelly. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Young Joc.&lt;/span&gt; T.I. Sean Paul. 50 Cent. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eminem.&lt;/span&gt; Eiffel 65. Ace of Base. The Underdog Project. Dream Theater. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santana.&lt;/span&gt; Alicia Keys. Incubus. Victor Wooten. Ludacris. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gorillaz.&lt;/span&gt; The Strokes. Matchbox 20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paramore.&lt;/span&gt; Say Anything. Taking Back Sunday. Eric Clapton. The Darkness. Weezer. Eagles. Jimi Hendrix. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maroon 5. Billy Joel.&lt;/span&gt; Reel Big Fish. Anberlin. Mae. Family Force 5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AC/DC.&lt;/span&gt; Hootie and the Blowfish. Electric Six. Outkast. R.E.M. The White Stripes. Prince. Mika. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crystal Castles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt; Spice Girls. The Gossip. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lady GaGa.&lt;/span&gt; Nirvana. Smashing Pumpkins. Third Eye Blind. Metro Station. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All Time Low. Motion City Soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt; The Rocket Summer. Tenacious D. Something Corporate. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Moldy Peaches.&lt;/span&gt; Macy Gray. Mandy Moore. Plain White T’s. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Chemical Romance. Fall Out Boy.&lt;/span&gt; We the Kings. The Rolling Stones. Angels &amp; Airwaves. The Beastie Boys. Black Eyed Peas. Boys Like Girls. Jonas Brothers. Demi Lovato. Selena Gomez. The Cure. Cobra Starship. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;/span&gt; Deftones. Team Sleep. Filter. Goo Goo Dolls. Honor Society. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katy Perry. Kid Cudi. MCFLY.&lt;/span&gt; The Summer Set. Marianas Trench. Ashley Tisdale. A Rocket To The Moon. Never Shout Never. Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies (Bold the ones you’ve seen)&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice. Glory Road. The Princess Bride. Goonies. Center Stage. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ocean’s Eleven.&lt;/span&gt; Seven. Newsies. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;300.&lt;/span&gt; Robin Hood Men In Tights. Love Actually. Garden State. Donnie Darko. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.&lt;/span&gt; My Best Friend’s Wedding. Anchorman. Drop Dead Gorgeous. Wedding Crashers. Elf. Zoolander. Austin Powers. Clueless. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mean Girls.&lt;/span&gt; Hairspray. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moulin Rouge. Fight Club.&lt;/span&gt; Rocky. Pulp Fiction. What A Girl Wants. Kill Bill. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank You For Smoking.&lt;/span&gt; Little Miss Sunshine. Requiem for a Dream. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Departed.&lt;/span&gt; Dawn of the Dead. Memento. The Lovely Bones. 17 Again. 8 Mile. Office Space. Snakes on a Plane. Boondock Saints. Say Anything. The Silence of the Lambs. Saving Private Ryan. Superbad. The Prestige. Just Friends. The Devil Wears Prada. Saw. Ace Ventura. Under the Tuscan Sun. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Titanic.&lt;/span&gt; Steel Magnolias. She’s the Man. Because I Said So. Catch and Release. Music and Lyrics. Spanglish. Stick It. Step Up. The Fast and the Furious. Joyride. Halloween. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Italian Job.&lt;/span&gt; Crash. Must Love Dogs. The Last Kiss. Chicago. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt; Rush Hour. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Clerks. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shooter.&lt;/span&gt; The Bourne Identity. Meet the Parents. Dirty Dancing. bRudy. Miss Congeniality. National Treasure. Sleepless in Seattle. The Science of Sleep. The Matrix. Good Will Hunting. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Empire Records. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera. Lord of the Rings. Click.&lt;/span&gt; Scarface. District 9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Series (Bold the ones that you’ve watched more than a couple of times)&lt;br /&gt;ER. Grey’s Anatomy. Saved by the Bell. Man vs. Wild. Scrubs. South Park. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;America’s Next Top Model.&lt;/span&gt; Gossip Girl. Sex and the City. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt; Dawson’s Creek. The Big Bang Theory. Seinfeld. The Office. Lost. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miami Ink.&lt;/span&gt; Made. Arrested Development. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That 70’s Show. Family Guy. The Simpsons.&lt;/span&gt; Veronica Mars. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Project Runway.&lt;/span&gt; Bones. Iron Chef. Alias. Pushing Dasies. Gilmore Girls. The Colbert Report. The Daily Show. Mythbusters. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender.&lt;/span&gt; Will and Grace. 24. House. To Catch A Predator. Whistler. Heroes. Aqua Teen Hunger Force. 7th Heaven. Unsolved Mysteries. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond.&lt;/span&gt; Boston Legal. Bleach. What I Like About You. Reba. Survivor. King of Queens.. The O.C. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;American Idol.&lt;/span&gt; Days of Our Lives. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother. CSI.&lt;/span&gt; Boy Meets World. Law and Order. Numbers. Reno 911. I Love New York. Step by Step. Little People Big World. What Not To Wear. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Wife and Kids.&lt;/span&gt; Moonlight. Supernatural. Ace of Cakes. White Collar. Nip/Tuck. The Biggest Loser. Beauty and the Geek. Battlestar Galactica. Stargate SG1. The Inferno. Scarred. Wild N Out. Real World. Trinity Blood. Dead Like Me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway?.&lt;/span&gt; Dragon Ball Z.Futurama. Firefly. Medium. Star Trek. X-files. Cowboy BeBop. Sailor Moon. My Name is Earl. Six Feet Under. Dancing With The Stars. Degrassi. Greek. Glee. Secret Life of the American Teenager. The Hills. Laguna Beach. Vampire Diaries. Cake Boss. Jonas. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hannah Montana.&lt;/span&gt; Sonny With A Chance. Wizards Of Waverly Place. TRANSform Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4078693067159917875?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4078693067159917875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/horribly-long-survey-stolen-by-acjl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4078693067159917875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4078693067159917875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/horribly-long-survey-stolen-by-acjl.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-6277622144256194587</id><published>2010-07-10T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:58:08.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. I like Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;2. I walk up the stairs two at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have witnessed a mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;4. I have experienced a mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;5. I once caught a fish on vacation&lt;br /&gt;6. I have punched/attacked a teacher&lt;br /&gt;7. I have seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;8. I have made fried dough&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been in a New York City taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. My hair is it’s natural colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. A movie has made me cry&lt;br /&gt;12. A book has made me cry&lt;br /&gt;13. A song has made me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have been saved by a lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. I am for the death penalty (in some cases)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. There have been times when I seriously wished I could kill myself&lt;br /&gt;17. I know someone else who committed suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. I don’t show my emotions&lt;br /&gt;19. I am a pessimist&lt;br /&gt;20. I usually have no self confidence&lt;br /&gt;21. People have told me they trust me&lt;br /&gt;22. There is a TV in this room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. I’m next to a window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have given directions to someone in a car&lt;br /&gt;25. Someone has borrowed something and not given it back yet&lt;br /&gt;26. I’m a perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. I usually try not to bring attention to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. My parents want to know what homework I have.&lt;br /&gt;29. We sometimes watch musicals in music class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. I’m using a mac computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I’m home alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. I’m an oldest child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I have a belt on…&lt;br /&gt;34. …It’s studded.&lt;br /&gt;35. I have plans for today&lt;br /&gt;36. We’re allowed to chew gum at school&lt;br /&gt;37. I live for summer&lt;br /&gt;38. Sometimes it seems like I have OCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. I could people-watch all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I’ve tried to be a vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;41. Really skinny people annoy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;42. Lime green is an awesome color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;43. I can touch my thumb to my pinkie around my wrist&lt;br /&gt;44. I can know someone’s scent and know they’re near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. My parent(s) is a health freak&lt;br /&gt;46. I try to use correct spelling/grammar on the computer&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. I know the difference between its and it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Dr. Pepper is my favorite soda&lt;br /&gt;49. I can get very annoyed by happy people&lt;br /&gt;50. I wish my hair was naturally curly&lt;br /&gt;51. I’m sarcastic a lot&lt;br /&gt;52. I’m at least a little bit Irish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. I don’t tell people’s secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I don’t like the name Peg&lt;br /&gt;55. I’ve slipped on a banana peel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;56. I’m very ticklish&lt;br /&gt;57. I give people the silent treatment when I’m mad instead of fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I wear my pajama pants to school&lt;br /&gt;59. Swallowing pills is difficult for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60. I get scared in elevators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I’ve been in a car for 7 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;62. I like going on the subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;63. I’ve seen the same movie twice in a row&lt;br /&gt;64. Sometimes I wish I could get plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;65. I have fallen down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I prefer pools to oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. I have stayed up until 2:00am doing homework the whole time&lt;br /&gt;68. I’ve cried myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. It’s almost worth breaking your leg just for the crutches.&lt;br /&gt;70. I’ve fainted in public&lt;br /&gt;71. I hate Bermuda shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Big lips are attractive&lt;br /&gt;73. I like milk in my tea&lt;br /&gt;74. I never wear skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. My nails are fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;76. I can swear in different languages&lt;br /&gt;77. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. A stranger has tried to give me money&lt;br /&gt;79. Lipstick is uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80. My favorite band broke up&lt;br /&gt;81. I have some friends in my neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I pack my own lunches for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;83. I hate words with too many consonants together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I’ve went three days without taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;85. Laptop mouses are impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86. I have dropped something today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. My away message is always up to avoid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. I’ve worn earphones/headphones without music to avoid people&lt;br /&gt;89. People have complimented my handwriting&lt;br /&gt;90. I know what aperture and shutter speed are&lt;br /&gt;91. I say like a lot&lt;br /&gt;92. My pinkies are crooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I have a sibling in college/university&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;94. I’ve danced in the rain before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I know who wrote Great Expectations&lt;br /&gt;96. I don’t know how to do the laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;97. I hate doing the dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. I make index cards for school even when they’re not required&lt;br /&gt;99. I love making microwave s’mores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100. I have meditated before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-6277622144256194587?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/6277622144256194587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6277622144256194587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6277622144256194587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8654766888220140772</id><published>2010-07-10T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:50:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Talked back to a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been kicked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had your tooth fall out at school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken the dress code in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Completely failed a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Left class without asking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed a whole week of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thrown up in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your parents a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have your own room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do your own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cook dinner once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are loud and obnoxious at home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wear pajamas when you are not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sleep in very long.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All you do is watch television.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents are divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You dad or mom left you when you were very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You currently dislike one or more of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have known a friend your whole life or since you both were a child.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All of your friends are all taller than you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been ditched by a friend&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have memorized a friends phone number.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You bite your nails. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have an odd obsession with giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cannot sleep with the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cannot sleep with the door open.&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is at least one sound you cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You currently like someone. (love)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You want to kill one of your exes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can stay committed for an unusually long time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self-centered before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Boys make better friends than girls do.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The beach is an excellent place for a date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is an ugly color.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Needles aren’t so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fallen down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a nail fall off.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slapped someone across the face.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has called you a tease.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have worn something inside out for a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear you pajamas all day long, even if you went outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8654766888220140772?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8654766888220140772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-confessions-x-talked-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8654766888220140772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8654766888220140772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-confessions-x-talked-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3980045728522279673</id><published>2010-07-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:08:54.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO MICHELLE C, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;dont worry i did not buy a dress =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3980045728522279673?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3980045728522279673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-michelle-c-happy-birthday-woman-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3980045728522279673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3980045728522279673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-michelle-c-happy-birthday-woman-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3770433806041081580</id><published>2010-07-07T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:39:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever been with anyone and thought “I want to be with this person forever”?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;with. too public to go without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever cheated on you? Do you think they would regret it?&lt;br /&gt;no. if they did i wouldnt be too sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what’s on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;hun, choir tomorrow, my early morning smoke, hun, pills, new smoking rules, hun, hun, hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;go out alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say sorry first?&lt;br /&gt;depends but mostly yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is doing something that upsets you, do you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;hardly but sometimes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re happy about?&lt;br /&gt;today, the fact i listening to my classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone completely understand you?&lt;br /&gt;yes there are only about 2 people who do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it usually easy for someone to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet anyone new this year?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;now i wouldnt think so but maybe when im older or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of growing old alone?&lt;br /&gt;yes definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get depressed about things easily?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you’ll get it?&lt;br /&gt;not entirely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you kissed have tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;nope ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a perfect relationship?&lt;br /&gt;this relationship would be considered one actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get your last bruise?&lt;br /&gt;forgotten.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;yes of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had pizza?&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days until your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;13 MORE DAYSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently sad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hug the last person you hugged again?&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something that made you frown today?&lt;br /&gt;a text message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you last laugh really hard?&lt;br /&gt;when hun kept disturbing me Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who is pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you felt today?&lt;br /&gt;a bit fine overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the background on your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;myself and a note that says 'my valentine &lt;3 702'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried your hardest but got disappointed in the end?&lt;br /&gt;millions of times perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with the person who broke you down most?&lt;br /&gt;not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the latest you went to bed this week?&lt;br /&gt;4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you drifting away from any friends?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use song lyrics to express how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;synthetic harmonizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;trillions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person who put their arms around you mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you feel comfortable talking to?&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret something you did the day before yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything in your pockets right now?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with answering personal questions?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the questioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe exes can really ever be “just friends”?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes its possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made any mistakes recently?&lt;br /&gt;i think no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 1:02 AM this morning?&lt;br /&gt;snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the 5th text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;'no good i suck' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever collapsed on the bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;once i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you bought something?&lt;br /&gt;cant really remember actually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 4 months, what are you looking forward to most?&lt;br /&gt;end of year holidays!!!!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7559582894516237623</id><published>2010-07-04T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:58:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJGZz9uc6JU/TDA5RmBMVHI/AAAAAAAAB6k/yXMtwkAPAfs/s1600/tumblr_l256a04Kbj1qaoqdlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJGZz9uc6JU/TDA5RmBMVHI/AAAAAAAAB6k/yXMtwkAPAfs/s1600/tumblr_l256a04Kbj1qaoqdlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am obsessed with johnny depp and i love it because i just got out of the hospital and i still dont know what the hell i do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7559582894516237623?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/7559582894516237623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7559582894516237623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7559582894516237623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJGZz9uc6JU/TDA5RmBMVHI/AAAAAAAAB6k/yXMtwkAPAfs/s72-c/tumblr_l256a04Kbj1qaoqdlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2515236896729114270</id><published>2010-07-02T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:01:55.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello distantdrug. &lt;br /&gt;your time is up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading back all the old entries i made in you, they were all something i had to leave behind along with your url. &lt;br /&gt;in fact, im so happy now i forgot every single shitty thing that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember them in great detail compared to how i used to.&lt;br /&gt;life has been better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i realise before that life can only get better if you make an effort?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2515236896729114270?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2515236896729114270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-distantdrug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2515236896729114270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2515236896729114270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-distantdrug.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2596416719543243804</id><published>2010-07-01T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:41:36.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as an early birthday present, i got a macbook!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks daddy mummy sister &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2596416719543243804?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2596416719543243804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-early-birthday-present-i-got-macbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2596416719543243804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2596416719543243804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-early-birthday-present-i-got-macbook.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2127508521330650387</id><published>2010-06-27T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:30:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this year so far has been pretty.... phased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an early adventure right on the second day of school, followed on for about 3 weeks, then the adventure decided to leave and my world seemed to end. and then there was this life support out of nowhere saving me probably without realising it. within a short period of time, this life support became a priority. it became so much of a priority it was driving me mentally insane. something came along and put this priority off course. it took another few weeks of shit to focus on that priority again. it was a happy period of time following that, even til today, actually, even though tears were shed, worries were placed and sometimes this thing i needed so much was going to be jeopardised and taken away from me. they would eventually make its way out in the end. everything would be what i call 'okay'. the holidays pained me a bit. the priority was there, still, but i couldnt stand going without it. i cant take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows the first day of school and i hope things get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a pessimist though, everything seems to go wrong for me no matter how close to alright it may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the priority will still be a priority for life, no matter how apart the priority is. &lt;br /&gt;i need you so much and i hope youll know this is on an everyday basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see you sweetheart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2127508521330650387?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2127508521330650387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-year-so-far-has-been-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2127508521330650387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2127508521330650387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-year-so-far-has-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1219673702219395427</id><published>2010-06-26T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:02:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what to update but ok i shall update an update on my blog so heres my update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE UPDATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is school soon FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK where did this holiday go to???&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i can actually cope with my studies this is the first time im struggling x_x &lt;br /&gt;i miss hon the days after school where we would make last minute plans to catch a movie at jp x)&lt;br /&gt;i miss iclique doesnt feel right going to school and not eating breakfast or meeting up with them before walking to school hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;of course i miss amandas daily rants and complaints nyahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1219673702219395427?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1219673702219395427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-update-but-ok-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1219673702219395427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1219673702219395427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-update-but-ok-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3159445410513721929</id><published>2010-06-24T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:57:53.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know that im fucking my own life up? &lt;br /&gt;i wish you knew so you could be there when i need you&lt;br /&gt;i was there when you wanted somebody to talk to&lt;br /&gt;so where the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, girl, i love you&lt;br /&gt;but never mind you probably love me less than i expected you to&lt;br /&gt;its okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3159445410513721929?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3159445410513721929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-know-that-im-fucking-my-own-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3159445410513721929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3159445410513721929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-know-that-im-fucking-my-own-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7878968436702016817</id><published>2010-06-23T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:03:44.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothings up these days &lt;br /&gt;managed to spend time with hon today yayyyyyyy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at his workplace and i feel very ugh i dont feel like eating til tomorrow afternoon or something hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the church camp was ok&lt;br /&gt;havent been present for choir for some time i know &lt;br /&gt;it was fathers day on sunday (yeah dont think ive forgotten)&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have a present for daddy but i gave him a big hug its been very long since ive ever hugged him&lt;br /&gt;it made me both happy and sad. i hardly give hugs to my dad anymore compared to last time&lt;br /&gt;and today i was trying to make conversation with him and mom &lt;br /&gt;something to do with the macdonalds cup and porridge &lt;br /&gt;i saw him smile&lt;br /&gt;then i closed the kitchen door and bawled my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;i havent been a wonderful daughter lately&lt;br /&gt;i see my dad less and less you know &lt;br /&gt;like i dont go out very often, but at home all i do is to shut myself in the room watching skins and doing all sorts of crap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts thinking about it you know&lt;br /&gt;im losing him every second, every moment, but all i can do is to watch those seconds slip away&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything. i cant bring myself to tell my dad i want to spend more time with him&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the phase of growing up, but it probably pains me more because im a daddys girl by nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hun i miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;dont ever slip away or leave ok? &lt;br /&gt;one is enough...&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to go back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7878968436702016817?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/7878968436702016817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothings-up-these-days-managed-to-spend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7878968436702016817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7878968436702016817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothings-up-these-days-managed-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5983223955512554936</id><published>2010-06-20T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:10:24.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;its scary how anyone around us can leave us anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5983223955512554936?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5983223955512554936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/rest-in-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5983223955512554936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5983223955512554936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/rest-in-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3504333010271607537</id><published>2010-06-15T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:41:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i jumped on dear while he was sleeping NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;he said it hurt ok i am such an evil bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 4th month baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3504333010271607537?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3504333010271607537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-jumped-on-dear-while-he-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3504333010271607537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3504333010271607537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-jumped-on-dear-while-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1754944341053045000</id><published>2010-06-13T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:10:22.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SPENT THE PAST FEW DAYS WATCHING SKINS SEASONS 3 AND 4&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD I TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking cried and laughed like crazy&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER DIE )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1754944341053045000?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1754944341053045000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-spent-past-few-days-watching-skins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1754944341053045000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1754944341053045000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-spent-past-few-days-watching-skins.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3331834292902589782</id><published>2010-06-13T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:09:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[bold what is true]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy. Sad. Adventurous. Shy.&lt;/span&gt; Confident. Procrastinating. A male. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bored.&lt;/span&gt; Anxious. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clumsy.&lt;/span&gt; Sociable. Always punctual. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Selfish. Intelligent.&lt;/span&gt; Funny. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A female.&lt;/span&gt; Sarcastic. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insecure.&lt;/span&gt; Sick. Beautiful. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Articulate.&lt;/span&gt; Loud. Kind. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Even tempered.&lt;/span&gt; Honest. Short. Tall. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Medium height.&lt;/span&gt; Proud of myself. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loving.&lt;/span&gt; Witty. Down to earth. Outspoken. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Determined.&lt;/span&gt; High maintenance. Pretty(comfortable with how I look). &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Assertive. &lt;/span&gt;Organized. Selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;Brown hair. Blue eyes. Brown Eyes. Pale Skin. Curly hair. Long fingernails. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Curves.&lt;/span&gt; Braces. Chipped nail polish. Long legs. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Straight hair. A fringe. Long eyelashes.&lt;/span&gt; Sore feet. Freckles. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dark skin.&lt;/span&gt; Medium skin. Green eyes. Blonde hair. Dyed hair. Red hair. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Short legs.&lt;/span&gt; Big boobs (I wish). Rosy cheeks. Wavy hair. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black hair.&lt;/span&gt; A small waist (within reason). Piercings. Tattoos. Big ears. Short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love:&lt;br /&gt;Babies. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flowers. Kisses. Summer.&lt;/span&gt; Coffee. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The rain.&lt;/span&gt; Candles. Incense. Late night talk shows. Insects. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hugs.&lt;/span&gt; Attention. The beach. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chocolate. Music.&lt;/span&gt; Beanies. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt; Twilight. Facebook. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black and white photos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt; Driving. Narrating my pet’s thoughts. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Opening gifts.&lt;/span&gt; Buying gifts. Halloween. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cute texts. Apples. Compliments.&lt;/span&gt; Country music. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hip hop. Sushi. Sports. Art. Singing. Seeing my loved ones happy. Surprises. Sunsets and sunrises.&lt;/span&gt; Skinny dipping. Horror movies. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simon Cowell.&lt;/span&gt; Family Guy. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Garlic.&lt;/span&gt; Tanning. Hearing somebody talk in their sleep. Being right. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KFC.&lt;/span&gt; Concerts and festivals. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abstract photography. Oversized t-shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be a:&lt;br /&gt;Police officer. Lawyer. Doctor. Teacher. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fruit picker.&lt;/span&gt; Mother. Greenpeace volunteer. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hippie.&lt;/span&gt; Groupie. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rockstar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Footballer’s wife. Therapist.&lt;/span&gt; Singer. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actress.&lt;/span&gt; Diving instructor. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lottery winner.&lt;/span&gt; Company owner. Housewife. Nurse. Builder. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Race car driver.&lt;/span&gt; Website developer. An inspirational talker. Music teacher. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Artist. Chef.&lt;/span&gt; Makeup artist. Hairdresser. Restaurant owner. Homeless shelter volunteer. Fitness trainer. Vet. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Radio show host.&lt;/span&gt; Band manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to eat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fruit. Vegetables. Fast food. Sushi. In bed. Rice. Sandwiches. Subway. Chicken.&lt;/span&gt; Cakes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seafood. A lot. Pasta.&lt;/span&gt; Rice crackers. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I’m bored. Cheese. Ice cream. Garlic bread. Peanut butter out of the jar. Eggs. Lots of ethnic foods. Pancakes. Honey. Lunch. Bread crusts. Low calorie foods. Soy products. Gluten free products.&lt;/span&gt; Only when I’m hungry. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toast.&lt;/span&gt; Breakfast. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike:&lt;br /&gt;Cold mornings. Baths. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People dissing my taste in music. People in front of me walking really slowly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Having my personal space invaded. Cleaning.&lt;/span&gt; Going to bed early. Wine/beer. Religion arguments. Coffee. The beach. Rain. Children. Having my photo taken. Drama. Gossiping. Hip hop. Cooking shows. Drugs. Cats. People singing happy birthday to me. Selfish people. Social networking sites. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Swimming.&lt;/span&gt; Snow. Eminem. Seafood. One word text messages. Awkward silences. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alarm clocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i pretty much bolded most of the stuff in 'i like to eat'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3331834292902589782?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3331834292902589782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/bold-what-is-true-i-am-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3331834292902589782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3331834292902589782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/bold-what-is-true-i-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8396196531560184720</id><published>2010-06-13T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:47:38.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[bold what is true]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year of college will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to a really exciting concert this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I share a birthday with someone else in my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get a haircut next week.&lt;br /&gt;My parents don’t want any pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I eat potatoes with almost every dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite animals are lions.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been out of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I would love to go on an African safari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a very good cook.&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying for a test right now.&lt;br /&gt;I wear jeans just about every day.&lt;br /&gt;I just recently turned nineteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is a plant in the room I’m in.&lt;/span&gt; (plush plants count??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I actually really enjoy America’s Next Top Model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m terrified of scorpions.&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of movies that I need to see.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the movie Me and You and Everyone We Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My most hated chore is folding/putting away laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t eat lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I only have one or two people that I can tell anything to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On most days I let my hair do its natural thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favorite color is yellow.&lt;br /&gt;I own a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have attempted to write a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered for Earth Week.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a Stephen King book.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I look good in hats.&lt;br /&gt;I have bluish-green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like carpet better than hardwood floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack Black really makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing socks right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am on my laptop, but I own a desktop computer also.&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I read Cyanide &amp; Happiness daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like curly hair on the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;There are pictures hung up on the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed when people smoke around me.&lt;br /&gt;I get headaches a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wear glasses or contacts.&lt;br /&gt;I currently am wearing a watch.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to snowboard.&lt;br /&gt;I’m really short.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting on a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I only judge actors and actresses based on their acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m not wearing any make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is more than six years older than my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I own a white iPod.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the show The Wonder Years a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Both of the Savage brothers are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love broccoli cheddar soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family owns a cabin for camping.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy swimming in the river.&lt;br /&gt;Five is my lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;Beagles make really great pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think Beyonce is talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very pale skin.&lt;br /&gt;I get poison ivy very easily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to Atlantic City this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I live in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;I give the peace sign quite often in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love this time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I own a Sony television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat Ramen noodles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink tea almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;My least favorite subject in school is math.&lt;br /&gt;The blinds in my room aren’t open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I chat online more than on my cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison is my favorite Beatle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most of the t-shirts I own are black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been to the mall in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have a hairstyle with bangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8396196531560184720?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8396196531560184720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/bold-what-is-true-my-first-year-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8396196531560184720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8396196531560184720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/bold-what-is-true-my-first-year-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5639374273026434276</id><published>2010-06-11T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:09:41.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[BOLD WHAT IS TRUE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i have a lot of different thoughts and shit going through my head right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fully being aware about something doesn’t really change my decisions, even if it really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’m in one of those moods right now where i just don’t want to be around anyone at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;currently i’m freaked out because i have no idea what i’m doing at all with my life from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;insignificant things seem to have a really huge impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my most favorite time to be in the pool is either really late at night or when it’s really hot out.&lt;br /&gt;- i am/have had a job working for my parents or a family relative before.&lt;br /&gt;- for the most part, i really don’t think i am anything that people think that i am.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i have a hard time letting things go, and forgiving, it takes a lot more effort for me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone who has meant a lot to me before i think after this past week that they finally just used up their last chance of being in my life again.&lt;br /&gt;- i use my cellular more often than an actual camera when taking pictures. only ‘cause i don’t own my own camera anymore.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i have a habit of fucking shit up for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and here comes all the feelings catching up to me that i really was trying so hard to not acknowledge let alone deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone has hurt my feelings today but they have no idea that they’ve done so.&lt;br /&gt;- everything in my life is changing all at once, it’s seriously happening a lot faster than i anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’m waiting for the day that i am completely over everything that had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i tend to accidentally call people without meaning to a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;humidity is something that i would be fine with not having to deal with in my life. k thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my favorite pages to read are the ones with the LOL JK part in them. i think those ones are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;- i get distracted and lose focus on things really easily, it’s kind of bad.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’m really sorry for the hurt that i have and will cause on the people who mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if i have to wake up early for something i have to set multiple alarms, because one sure as hell won’t wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;- i’m not even gonna lie i’m a really sore loser at games. haha.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a lot of the time i don’t say things out loud and i keep things to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i’m constantly daydreaming about something, i swear. i have them more than regular dreams at night.&lt;br /&gt;- i watch the series Army Wives every week, or at least try to.&lt;br /&gt;- someone in my family blows everything that happens to them out of proportion just for the attention it gets them.&lt;br /&gt;- ^that type of shit pisses me off so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;- i don’t live in a neighborhood community or anything like that, my house with some others is on the side of a road.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i fucking love cookout/grill foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i’m one of those people who take the yearly week vacation to the beach that is close by, for me it’s ocean city.&lt;br /&gt;- the idea of growing up and everything it entails is really terrifying to me now.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i avoid emotional goodbyes at all costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i feel like i’m waiting for something that might never happen, which is one of the worst feelings ever.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i really miss little things that came along with someone who used to be in my life, but i don’t miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don’t think i could ever do a hairstyle that would involve me having full bangs cut straight across. that shit would drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i love when an ordinary night/day is changed to amazing by something unexpected happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i love going to the local fairs and carnivals when they are happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my family is what matters most to me in my entire life. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(to be honest most is of only my dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’ve been that girl who made a guy she was with her entire life to the point where i didn’t know who i was without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ^i know better now. and will never let it get that far again.&lt;br /&gt;- dear people on my facebook friends list, i feel the need to thank you all for always playing the state the obvious game with your statuses. you can shut the fuck up now.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i really actually like pastel colors, i think they’re pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if i’m wearing something nice and happen to be eating you need to get me a full length bib cause then, and only then, will i be a messy motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’m so tired of the way people have been talking to me recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it gets really old quick when someone does the same thing multiple times, shit is usually only funny the first time.&lt;br /&gt;- if i don’t recognize a phone number i more than likely won’t answer the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;- i cannot stand when people will talk about somebody else, when they are nowhere even close to being a better person than they are.&lt;br /&gt;- Outback Steakhouses cheesy fries are the shiiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;- i’m currently waiting for something to arrive that i had ordered online.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;any money that i get from anytime on for the next few weeks or more i’m saving for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;there is someone who i’ve had really strong feelings for before but things had a way of never working out for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the only time that i really only give short answers in a text is when i’m upset with you or just in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i think a guy in uniform is really really attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i’ve never been huge into playing sports.&lt;br /&gt;- the only gaming system that i use is the wii, i love that shit.&lt;br /&gt;- i have plans for memorial day. which is going to a few different cook outs.&lt;br /&gt;- i have a lot of family that is out of state.&lt;br /&gt;- ^and i love when i get to go visit them.&lt;br /&gt;- i have to keep my fan on because my room gets too fucking hot if i turn it off for any amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;- one of my parents is out of state traveling right now.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;strapless bras are really awkward and uncomfortable…i don’t like wearing them much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i’m a big fan of breakfast food restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;- there always seems to be something that makes things not work out when i find potential in a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i really can’t stand pettiness at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don’t even know why but every little thing has been annoying me today.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’m not someone who can’t even hide my emotions, they pour out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i already have a tan, and i haven’t even laid out or anything to try for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i love lazy days a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;- one of my really good friends every time i’m with her we are always laughing and having a good time. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;- i really love spontaneous gestures and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the way that i know when i’m getting tired is how heavy my eyes start feeling to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for me there are some things where there is no middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i’m not really simple at all, i’m complicated and i’m a lot to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i feel as though i go off of the vibes other people have and it sets the tone for how i will be kind of.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i think that if i don’t tell you, that i will regret it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i could really use a wish right now…nawh actually i could really have gone without ever having to hear that song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5639374273026434276?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5639374273026434276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/bold-what-is-true-i-have-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5639374273026434276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5639374273026434276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/bold-what-is-true-i-have-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8906225167077988120</id><published>2010-06-11T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:03:34.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so stoked. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to illuma to get a dress like yeah&lt;br /&gt;two dresses actually...&lt;br /&gt;and a set of headphones because my sister is currently coveting over my green earpieces and i dont really fancy those that much so im thinking of passing it over to her&lt;br /&gt;im still quite upset over how things are going to be planned out next week&lt;br /&gt;just hope my daddy lets me out on monday or i will smash my head against a brick wall seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LA im praying like crazy right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8906225167077988120?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8906225167077988120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-stoked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8906225167077988120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8906225167077988120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-stoked.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2499295525769296860</id><published>2010-06-10T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:06:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey its going to be the end of the holidays soon before you know it x_x&lt;br /&gt;im going to go crazy with my social studies homework now..... &lt;br /&gt;thinking of completing math when im at church camp because i dont think i have much to do there except talking to some handful of friends there / my sister and going to the gym &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i will leave a text occasionally ok dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all i had to do was to see you again&lt;br /&gt;even though its only the afternoon, everything felt better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2499295525769296860?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2499295525769296860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-go-crazy-with-my-social.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2499295525769296860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2499295525769296860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-go-crazy-with-my-social.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-6716965036059544431</id><published>2010-06-10T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:07:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>used to</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;we used to have this figured out;&lt;br /&gt;we used to breathe without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;when nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;we used to have this under control.&lt;br /&gt;we never thought.&lt;br /&gt;we used to know.&lt;br /&gt;at least there's you, and at least there's me.&lt;br /&gt;can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;can we get this back to how it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- used to, daughtry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-6716965036059544431?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/6716965036059544431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6716965036059544431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6716965036059544431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/used-to.html' title='used to'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1976997193420991031</id><published>2010-06-09T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:57:23.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone. im pretty much reminiscing last december.... i had a whole carton of soya milk to myself and downloading albums just to listen on long rides. back in december its because i was scared i wouldnt have new songs to listen to on the plane. turns out that i realised that kanye wests songs were so awesome that i did not touch my mp3 at all (and thus downloading 808s and heartbreak when i came home hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days im lazy to post out properly. life is survivable i guess. you dont see me flying off a building yet so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just.... you know. i have personal things i need to solve myself. and apparently im confiding in people less these days i dont know if its good or not. &lt;br /&gt;i think i like to keep things to my own brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed how close i used to be with everyone though, and sharing everyday worries and new adventures with them. but now probably it wouldnt work out for me that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1976997193420991031?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1976997193420991031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1976997193420991031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1976997193420991031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8472372464900229961</id><published>2010-06-09T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:20:02.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a complex feeling. &lt;br /&gt;if you ask me to describe how its like i can never tell you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8472372464900229961?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8472372464900229961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-complex-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8472372464900229961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8472372464900229961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-complex-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5345079547647837751</id><published>2010-06-06T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:16:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cry so much on a regular basis i think i can fill an aquarium already hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really dont want to go for church camp blahhhhhhhhhh 3 days you know i cant really text / meet my hon sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it will be pretty much a more lonely period than now i guess those 3 days &lt;br /&gt;especially since im usually on my own&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/5070805933129335658-5345079547647837751?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5345079547647837751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cry-so-much-on-regular-basis-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5345079547647837751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5345079547647837751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cry-so-much-on-regular-basis-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5894620854271069153</id><published>2010-06-05T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:36:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i find disney's sleeping beauty kiss most appealing to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;i was looking around at some of the pictures and i was like wtf sleeping beauty is damn gorgeous when she was unconscious compared to snow white&lt;br /&gt;and the castle where she was lying in i was like omggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg what a deserted place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333 i will watch again later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5894620854271069153?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5894620854271069153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-find-disneys-sleeping-beauty-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5894620854271069153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5894620854271069153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-find-disneys-sleeping-beauty-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-430588934007444935</id><published>2010-06-03T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:53:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thinking of changing my url by my birthday. or on my birthday itself&lt;br /&gt;already thought of the name, i only need to wait hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-430588934007444935?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/430588934007444935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/thinking-of-changing-my-url-by-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/430588934007444935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/430588934007444935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/thinking-of-changing-my-url-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-6443805119152937042</id><published>2010-06-02T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:20:06.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised the fog/haze has kinda cleared up&lt;br /&gt;todays a beautiful day but i cant go out boohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me feel happier i feel like i could do anything in the world right now&lt;br /&gt;eg. homework and mass playing of the neopets altador cup thing&lt;br /&gt;on days like these please remind me to go on a bus ride&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sweetheart i think i can see a part of toa payoh from here &lt;br /&gt;i wish i had super powers or telepathy or something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know ya know ya know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-6443805119152937042?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/6443805119152937042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-realised-foghaze-has-kinda-cleared-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6443805119152937042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6443805119152937042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-realised-foghaze-has-kinda-cleared-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7751322350363519242</id><published>2010-06-02T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:37:13.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You’re not allowed to lie, OK?&lt;br /&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone hurt you in the past couple days?&lt;br /&gt;guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last girl that called you?&lt;br /&gt;banana 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;millions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex today?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still care about your last ex?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in your call log, who was your last phone call from?&lt;br /&gt;hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change things, would you?&lt;br /&gt;some stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything on your body hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe love can last forever?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone had their hand in your pants today?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping? i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;wont tell you wont tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own more then one bathing suit?&lt;br /&gt;no i only own one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone told you they loved you today?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;a sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone’s thinking about you?&lt;br /&gt;hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you the happiest today?&lt;br /&gt;a text i received from my dad even though we were in the same place the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the closest pink thing near you?&lt;br /&gt;a parker pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with how life is going for you?&lt;br /&gt;no but what the heck nothings perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone in particular that you’re missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 6 months can you say you truly cared about someone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happier now than you were five months ago?&lt;br /&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one of your favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;midnight blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you were outside in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have feelings for someone?&lt;br /&gt;you dont call them feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hair looking like right now?&lt;br /&gt;flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a Britney Spears concert?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow gonna be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;not very likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dating the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;yes i want my ears pierced and a heart at the back of my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be?&lt;br /&gt;no theyre kept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;pillow, tissue box, 2 blankets, aircon remote, water bottle, school skirt, baby cloth, my toy dog rover and two pieces of brassieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to something as of right now?&lt;br /&gt;next i see him as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called babe/baby?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you were given an alcohol test right now, would you pass?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you see ‘that someone’ that makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hug everyday?&lt;br /&gt;dont hug everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like tight or loose clothes better?&lt;br /&gt;both are fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What clothing style do you like on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;so long as it looks alright on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you text more girls, or guys?&lt;br /&gt;balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider yourself good looking?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite clothing store?&lt;br /&gt;hush puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you dating the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;because im dating the person i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could visit anywhere, where would you go and why?&lt;br /&gt;sunderland =) dont know why i just do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favourite band?&lt;br /&gt;the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a formspring?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say is your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;got a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much £££ do you have?&lt;br /&gt;errrrrr if converted ill probably have 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get good grades?&lt;br /&gt;used to ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the field, or serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like flirting?&lt;br /&gt;used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;soccer commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever read the ingredients on food labels?&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Paramore?&lt;br /&gt;some songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;i like the film, didnt like the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber?&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you manipulative?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest thing on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanest thing someone’s ever done to you?&lt;br /&gt;to totally mislead my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have one best friend or surrounded by acquaintances?&lt;br /&gt;one best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;sony ericsson candy bar super old spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of phone do you want?&lt;br /&gt;a new phone. ANYTHING newer than this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;20th july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Classic Rock?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;errrrr no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone random person comes up and tells you you’re sexy, you say?&lt;br /&gt;smile and deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White vs black?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot face or hot body?&lt;br /&gt;hot face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been hit on by someone older?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What state were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;living in a country without any state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;for my hair? medium&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7751322350363519242?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/7751322350363519242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-not-allowed-to-lie-ok-ok-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7751322350363519242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7751322350363519242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-not-allowed-to-lie-ok-ok-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-906815083056902838</id><published>2010-05-29T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:36:43.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look bitch, stop being a princess. my eyes are not for you to infect and bleed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-906815083056902838?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/906815083056902838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-bitch-stop-being-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/906815083056902838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/906815083056902838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-bitch-stop-being-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7865604625941174194</id><published>2010-05-29T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:18:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im now trying to finish up my homework early and decided on the social studies homework&lt;br /&gt;and im reading up on northern ireland and the conflict there&lt;br /&gt;i dont think much has got into my brain boohoohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sweet i miss you. &lt;br /&gt;i dont care how many people go against it or doubt this relationship, &lt;br /&gt;so long as you and i know how strong this is its ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont say forever because the word forever is such a broken promise itself&lt;br /&gt;so ill say i will love you for as long as i possibly can&lt;br /&gt;and work and hope it will go on to the death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i mean it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7865604625941174194?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/7865604625941174194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-now-trying-to-finish-up-my-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7865604625941174194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7865604625941174194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-now-trying-to-finish-up-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5498725068611894435</id><published>2010-05-28T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:55:34.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>singapore is so bloody hot &lt;br /&gt;i think in no time people will start wearing bikinis and fuck care about being conservative and walk around outside complaining about this massive hell of a weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5498725068611894435?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5498725068611894435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7910432603850196440</id><published>2010-05-28T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:23:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello yes i am motherfucking hungry &lt;br /&gt;i want french friesssssssssssss, nasi lemak, soya bean milk, a bigass container of orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i need a new pair of earplugs / headphones and dove shampoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH IS LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7910432603850196440?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2595545643966891376</id><published>2010-05-28T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:47:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 days ive been sleeping from afternoons til the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;skipped pretty much my dinners.&lt;br /&gt;i think im losing a bit of weight now but then blueeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;no time to go online and do nonsense or smth like that&lt;br /&gt;its holidays now&lt;br /&gt;i think i can manage at least a day per week to see dear but cant be guaranteed );&lt;br /&gt;as usual im probably staying home about 70% of the time or something.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2595545643966891376?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2595545643966891376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-past-2-days-ive-been-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2595545643966891376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2595545643966891376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-past-2-days-ive-been-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2031663973039133532</id><published>2010-05-25T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:32:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think i can go out much during the holidays &lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2031663973039133532?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2031663973039133532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-think-i-can-go-out-much-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2031663973039133532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2031663973039133532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-think-i-can-go-out-much-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3433763247527772361</id><published>2010-05-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:46:11.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING :3&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looooooooooooooooooooove you very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3433763247527772361?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3433763247527772361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-darling-3-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3433763247527772361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3433763247527772361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-darling-3-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7377807543859347910</id><published>2010-05-24T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:45:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every teen will definitely at some point of time consider ending their own lives. &lt;br /&gt;i think i consider this too many a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7377807543859347910?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5647262599225500199</id><published>2010-05-23T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:47:42.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>| wallflower |&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t really have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i spend a lot of time at home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t fear being alone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] no one really knows me because nobody tries to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i can see the world for what it really is, beautiful and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i only go to school for education/because i have to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i really am a great person once you get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t often go to dances or other school social functions.&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| rich kid |&lt;br /&gt;[x] i’m under the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] it honestly bothers me when i don’t get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my house has more than six bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i never do chores.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t really give a shit about the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have my own car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear brands that are usually pretty costly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i can definitely be egocentric.&lt;br /&gt;total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| hipster |&lt;br /&gt;[x] i listen to bands that no one’s ever heard of.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my hair can be described as ‘complicated’ … mainly because i don’t wash it often.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i spend a lot of money to look like i don’t have any money.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i major/want to major in art or writing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i name drop all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i dye my hair frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my closet seems to be full of the same three outfits, particularly very tight black pants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i hate being called a hipster.&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;| video game nerd |&lt;br /&gt;[x] i’m always playing video games on different formats.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i spend way more money on video games than clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i’m very passionate about the things/people that i love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own an item of clothing with a video game character on it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] most of my friends (and i do have them) play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] when i was a kid, i used to play a quick game on an old video game console before school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have written a walkthrough for a video game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i enjoy anything that has to do with video game characters.&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| average | &lt;br /&gt;[ ] i still watch classic disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the teenage mutant ninja turtles are more than a fad.&lt;br /&gt;[x] fml &lt; mlia.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love it if someone proposed to me with a green lantern ring.&lt;br /&gt;[x] the littlest things make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] harry potter and the chronicles of narnia kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own a light saber.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i’m a ninja or a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| regular chick/dude |&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my hair changes with my moods.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i hang out with friends on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i screw up on words all the time when i speak.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t think i fit into a stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i own a cell phone and some kind of mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have a profile on at least one social networking site.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i actually love to eat. maybe too much.&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| kid at heart |&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t let much get to me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] my only goal of the day is to have fun with people i love.&lt;br /&gt;[x] cartoons are great, no matter what age you are.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i feel content when i’m playing with children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] oftentimes, i prefer kids to adults.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i genuinely enjoy reading children’s picture books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i see the world with big, bright, open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i don’t think there should really be ‘age limits’ on anything.&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| troublemaker |&lt;br /&gt;[x] i’m always in trouble somehow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i’ve been kicked out of class before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i’m pretty unstable, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i don’t really care about responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i pull pranks all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] my friends and i just like to hang out and goof off.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] somehow, people find me sexy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don’t think of the consequences, i just do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| boy/girl crazy |&lt;br /&gt;[x] when i get dressed, i always think about what other what my preferred gender would think of my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have a bunch of exes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i seem to only talk about love and relationships with people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i update my facebook status a lot with, “i ♥ you, [significant other’s name]!”&lt;br /&gt;[x] i constantly take love/relationship surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] when i go to a social gathering, i seem to talk about how cute all the guys/girls are there.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i’m always looking for a new person to crush on.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love watching romantic movies and imagining if i met someone like the main actor/actress.&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5647262599225500199?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5647262599225500199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/wallflower-i-dont-really-have-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5647262599225500199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5647262599225500199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/wallflower-i-dont-really-have-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4164180397840565266</id><published>2010-05-22T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:36:13.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like selling my wii and use the money for an xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;or trade. &lt;br /&gt;or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;so long as i get an xbox 360 because on weds or thurs i was playing forza motorsport on an xbox 360 demo in comics connection and had dear to wait patiently until i satisfied sorry dear )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4164180397840565266?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4164180397840565266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-like-selling-my-wii-and-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4164180397840565266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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math but not this bad i feel bloody horrible just thinking about my single digit a math result&lt;br /&gt;gives me another reason to retain or to not go through o's just because of my math&lt;br /&gt;i cant even pass one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind i need to have this mindset to work harder the rest of the two terms otherwise im gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7004315313757872435?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/7004315313757872435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-ive-failed-about-5-subjects-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7004315313757872435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7004315313757872435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-ive-failed-about-5-subjects-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5730405888411601070</id><published>2010-05-19T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:27:57.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next time i go anchorpoint.....&lt;br /&gt;i need to return my finished 'a wide window' book&lt;br /&gt;and buy another book 'wuthering heights'&lt;br /&gt;and buy some other stuff i need to buy too omg life is stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;but i wish you had more confidence in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5730405888411601070?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5730405888411601070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/next-time-i-go-anchorpoint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5730405888411601070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5730405888411601070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/next-time-i-go-anchorpoint.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5627435662811986074</id><published>2010-05-17T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:02:56.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i looked at a &lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l24eegsGvh1qzuocwo1_500.gif"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; on tumblr&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me how happy and how lucky i actually am&lt;br /&gt;and im not supposed to be sad over trivial things because this has been one of the best things that happened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first it could look retarded&lt;br /&gt;but then if you notice, both are in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5627435662811986074?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5627435662811986074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-looked-at-picture-on-tumblr-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5627435662811986074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5627435662811986074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-looked-at-picture-on-tumblr-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5873560872316696417</id><published>2010-05-16T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:25:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you available?&lt;br /&gt;relationship wise, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;about 1 30 - 2 30 am. i was playing nightclub city until i got tired hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;aloyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the saying “to get over someone, get under someone else”?&lt;br /&gt;yup i dont think it works though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months ago, can you remember who you liked?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i do -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find smoking unattractive?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could make your lips bigger, would you?&lt;br /&gt;not really i rather change its colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently frustrated with a boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those people who just don’t care?&lt;br /&gt;yeah depends on what the situation is actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse, missing someone or not having some one to miss?&lt;br /&gt;not having someone to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could be with someone for over four years?&lt;br /&gt;in fact, im trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think it takes to fall in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;no one knows. its only realised eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done something recently that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;nope what for regret when you cant do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you actually hung out with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;cant really remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust your gut instincts?&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you the most?&lt;br /&gt;when people lie that something happened to them when nothing happened at all and especially if the lie is worrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;about 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you spoke to your ex today?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows your relationship between yourself and your parents?&lt;br /&gt;quite alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now?&lt;br /&gt;i really hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;the day i see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;20th july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you commit to one person?&lt;br /&gt;yes im committing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? &lt;br /&gt;ahahaha his bedroom while watching a movie with the word 'rock' in it online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to your best friend? &lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the thing you miss most about your most recent ex?&lt;br /&gt;actually ive kinda forgotten everything about that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? &lt;br /&gt;aloyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What restaurant do you think has the Best French Fries? &lt;br /&gt;long john silver / mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you held hands with someone? &lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up as the opposite gender, what’s the 1st thing you would do? &lt;br /&gt;wonder if ive really gotten a boner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about the opposite sex you notice first? &lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently excited? &lt;br /&gt;no not really &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily? &lt;br /&gt;i fall in infatuation easily, love no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot? &lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who has made a difference in your life? &lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you dating the last person who text you? &lt;br /&gt;i am dating the last person who texted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? &lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you put yesterday on repeat and live it forever? &lt;br /&gt;yes but if so i would need to watch iron man 2 and the backup plan a million times over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laughed super hard? And Why? &lt;br /&gt;cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you fully trust? &lt;br /&gt;about 4 - 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the last person you kissed is nice? &lt;br /&gt;the nicest kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? &lt;br /&gt;errrrr dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion which is the stronger emotion: love or hate? &lt;br /&gt;love. hate is equivalent to love in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were granted one wish, what would you wish for? &lt;br /&gt;to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night you felt? &lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you? &lt;br /&gt;which password?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’re you wearing right now? &lt;br /&gt;09' choir tee, primary school shorts and er underwear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5873560872316696417?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5873560872316696417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-available-relationship-wise-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5873560872316696417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5873560872316696417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-available-relationship-wise-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2386522227311891130</id><published>2010-05-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:29:38.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grabbed from weiai =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: pamela&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 20th july 95'&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: singapore, in front of my computer screen&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: raven black&lt;br /&gt;Righty/Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: death&lt;br /&gt;Your dream of the perfect date: so long as its with hun its perfect&lt;br /&gt;Goals you’d like to achieve: get married before i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: yawn first, shit later&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: my shoulders i guess&lt;br /&gt;Your bed time: when i sleep i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4: YOUR PICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: burger king&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: single&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: i think i quitted&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: yes&lt;br /&gt;Take showers: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: not a crush anymore&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) school: yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: no&lt;br /&gt;Believe what goes around comes around: no it has never happened&lt;br /&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason: yes&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak: in some places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: no&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been hurt: yes&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the same sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;Got beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8: GETTING OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you’re hoping to be married by: by 23&lt;br /&gt;Number of kids you’re planning on having: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GIRL/GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: errrrrr brown?&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: not much of a preference so long as its not black like mine )=&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: errrrr whatever looks good on the person&lt;br /&gt;Fat or fit: dont go for weight &lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality: personality&lt;br /&gt;Fun or serious: depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: this&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: bathing&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: studying for math paper&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: errrrr moping over somebody i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: lonely&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: fleas&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: a diary&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: hun over here );&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: you-know-who&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2386522227311891130?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2386522227311891130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/grabbed-from-weiai-layer-1-on-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2386522227311891130'/><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-6192454598469530240</id><published>2010-05-13T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:01:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think ill get to live til 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-6192454598469530240?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/6192454598469530240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-think-ill-get-to-live-til-21.html#comment-form' 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cost $144. ); &lt;br /&gt;daddy said he will get it for me&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry i tell you &lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes he spoils me so bad just so ill love him more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8212357511616640672?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8212357511616640672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-most-coveted-over-harry-potter-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8212357511616640672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8212357511616640672'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-366597780489393741</id><published>2010-05-06T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:40:06.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hello im using my sisters computer for a while to update a little about my drag, boring, mundane life. &lt;br /&gt;can never study in my room. always distracted by my computer so im here. in my sisters room. &lt;br /&gt;i had gone through a lot of fuck about conservation and i realise that that kind of question isnt going to be bloody tested that one was just an exercise so yeah&lt;br /&gt;die lor like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;now a bit kanchiong now reading all i can about rivers and tributaries and stuff&lt;br /&gt;it would be easier if we all did our essays and shit like that on microsoft word or something...... see ive typed a lot of stuff here in under a 5 minute interval. &lt;br /&gt;by which if i were to spend 5 minutes writing something, it will (at most) go up to like 1/5 of what i wrote here now. &lt;br /&gt;ok bb. &lt;br /&gt;i miss dearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;though i just saw him today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;); -sniff-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-366597780489393741?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/366597780489393741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-hello-im-using-my-sisters-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/366597780489393741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/366597780489393741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-hello-im-using-my-sisters-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3511591645884122755</id><published>2010-05-05T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:34:54.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you and your boyfriend/​​​girlfriend fight a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your parents ever told you that you couldn’t hang out with a certain person?&lt;br /&gt;errrr i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 10am?&lt;br /&gt;taking my medis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you got in a fight with? About what?&lt;br /&gt;i think i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;depends on who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to sleep happy last night?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you continue fighting in an argument even though you’re wrong?&lt;br /&gt;no i will run out of ideas halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept in contacts?&lt;br /&gt;dont wear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the movie Thirteen?&lt;br /&gt;no. is it like a horror movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited about anything?&lt;br /&gt;seeing him tomorrow if i get to see him tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, can you remember who you liked?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;i think about 12 or smth. woke up randomly many times after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;aloy Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn’t?&lt;br /&gt;yes but fuck that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a good person?&lt;br /&gt;i think im ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone call you babe/baby?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a patient person?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what im waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;'monster' - lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;go to school and mope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing instead of filling this out?&lt;br /&gt;studying my geog but i gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a complicated relationship right now?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think people actually read these surveys?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a boyfriend/​​​​​​​​girlfriend,​​​​​​​​ how long have you guys been together?&lt;br /&gt;2 months and 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken anything because you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust your gut instinct?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever seen you in your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re home alone do you still close the door when you shower?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to have a baby by the time you’re 18?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke cigarettes, it’s a bad habit you know?&lt;br /&gt;omfg really??????? i didnt know!!!!1111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3511591645884122755?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3511591645884122755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-and-your-boyfriendgirlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3511591645884122755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3511591645884122755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-and-your-boyfriendgirlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-693736559398858045</id><published>2010-05-04T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:48:35.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i took the harry potter house quiz and i belong in hufflepuff yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy gohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh do you know how much i miss you );&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-693736559398858045?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/693736559398858045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-i-took-harry-potter-house-quiz-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/693736559398858045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/693736559398858045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-i-took-harry-potter-house-quiz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-6166020378548796623</id><published>2010-05-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:59:07.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you more than anyone will ever know. anyone. im serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-6166020378548796623?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/6166020378548796623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you-more-than-anyone-will-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6166020378548796623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6166020378548796623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you-more-than-anyone-will-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-453001864488280951</id><published>2010-05-01T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:35:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im going for a movie marathon for this long weekend and have some movie breaks in between. during these breaks i shall be studying so alls good. &lt;br /&gt;dont know what to really watch though ive seen pretty much most movies i have been sort of dying to watch already&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall watch juno and the pursuit of happyness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-453001864488280951?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/453001864488280951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-im-going-for-movie-marathon-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/453001864488280951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/453001864488280951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-im-going-for-movie-marathon-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1467557939279699617</id><published>2010-05-01T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:00:23.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*SHOW ME YOUR TEETH&lt;br /&gt;*lol your dp so act cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*but ok right i pin hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*ok la&lt;br /&gt;*but your eyes very mr ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*but is it better than covering my eyes or cover eyes better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*former&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*cover eyes better???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*no the first one&lt;br /&gt;*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh&lt;br /&gt;*YAY&lt;br /&gt;*ok i pin up hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*diao&lt;br /&gt;*k good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*i become from emo to scene liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*good to open the curtains and show the sunshine once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh my eyes are molten pools of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*BUAHAHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;*ok blog this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*dowan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHADDIE ♥ aloyyyyyy says:&lt;br /&gt;*ok i blog this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishkiller! says:&lt;br /&gt;*ok&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt help we are only one room away from each other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1467557939279699617?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1467557939279699617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/fishkiller-says-show-me-your-teeth-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1467557939279699617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1467557939279699617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/05/fishkiller-says-show-me-your-teeth-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5874570169664940182</id><published>2010-04-30T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:30:34.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bold what's true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I cry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve smoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I drink coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appearance -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m shorter than 5’5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.&lt;br /&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;br /&gt;I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often.&lt;br /&gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;I’m crushin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve missed an ex before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have at least ten friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been on a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve left the state/province.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen to some pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen to techno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen to rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I download music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I buy CD’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend at least six hours a day watching television.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas daily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like The OC.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Popular.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like House.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve seen and like CSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Everwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My biological parents are still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve had black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been red.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had streaks.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had purple/pink.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blue/green.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten my hair thinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I use conditioner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used silk therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used hot oil treatments.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve curled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ironed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve braided my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had/want dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve had an in-school suspension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve walked out of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve cheated on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve failed another class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5874570169664940182?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5874570169664940182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/bold-whats-true-im-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5874570169664940182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5874570169664940182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/bold-whats-true-im-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3112077006007789460</id><published>2010-04-29T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:04:58.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you very much,&lt;br /&gt;but you dont need me to tell you that, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3112077006007789460?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3112077006007789460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you-very-much-but-you-dont-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3112077006007789460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3112077006007789460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you-very-much-but-you-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8841095386954360220</id><published>2010-04-27T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:33:46.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught sore throat and slight flu argh not again&lt;br /&gt;dear ahbeng liao!!!!!! asdfghjkl love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8841095386954360220?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8841095386954360220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/caught-sore-throat-and-slight-flu-argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8841095386954360220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8841095386954360220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/caught-sore-throat-and-slight-flu-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3021375466772119688</id><published>2010-04-25T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:17:27.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is a weird thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;love is a weird thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will make you stand in the middle of nowhere. crowds scurrying around you. the only things you can think of are the memories of that special person. the memories of how you first met him, how you got to know him better, how you become what you call "close" to him, how he starts to point out your mistakes to keep you in check, how you laugh when you talk to him, how you run through different scenes of worry when he was somewhere else you didnt know of, how the rush felt when he talked to you again after a long time, how shocked you feel when he tells you he loves you all along, how mutual the feeling between the both of you is, how you both get together, how the new journey feels with him, how the first tears roll because of the interceptions of this new journey, how you lose him, how painful it is to go on a while without him, how much you realise you want him back and the fact that it will run hell for your emotions because he is not there to take care of your heart, how you get him back, how happy you are now, although the beautiful wall of content is shattered somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everything will be worth it in the end. its worth it now. i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3021375466772119688?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2159785285477812301</id><published>2010-04-24T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:11:53.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bold what is true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my appearance- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is not it’s natural color anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i haven’t grown any since i was in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i weigh less then 110 pounds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m currently really pale, but i tan so easily in summer.&lt;br /&gt;my skin breaks out bad when i’m really stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;i’m constantly being told i have pretty eyes by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i smile all the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it doesn’t take much at all to have me laughing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people compliment me a lot for my outfits and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i will not leave my house looking a mess, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;i don’t wear any kind of make up. ever.&lt;br /&gt;with my emotions you can pretty much read me like a book.&lt;br /&gt;i have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some flaws that i have- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don’t think before i say things, so it gets me in trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t take well to not getting my way, and my behavior gets out of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i tend to assume the worst about things and then i blow it out of proportion..and it’s just bad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness is so hard for me, i can’t forgive myself and i can’t forgive you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can be really selfish, and i hate it about myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once someone hurts me i stop caring and for some reason think thats enough justification to do worse by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there always seems to be something on my mind, my mind doesn’t ever shut down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can’t ever let things be, i always read too into things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don’t think anyone can do worse by me, i’m my own worst enemy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t even realise so much of the things i do.&lt;br /&gt;i have some ridiculous mood swings, they can get really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i get into these awful emotional ruts, and they are the absolute worst.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some dumbshit that i’ve done before.&lt;br /&gt;had sex with someone that i didn’t even have feelings for.&lt;br /&gt;snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;snuck a member of the opposite sex into my house.&lt;br /&gt;stolen from someone close to me.&lt;br /&gt;technically stolen someones car for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;purchased a large amount of weed to blaze with a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;came home waaaaaasted.&lt;br /&gt;covered for a friend where if found out police could have been called.&lt;br /&gt;drove around on main highways with a illegal vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;driven without any kind of practice, permit or licsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;made someone close to me cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoplifted more than $100 worth of shit from one store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ordered food for delivery and paid the entire bill and tip in change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;played a meeean prank on someone who was interested in one of my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about relationships i have with people who mean the most to me- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i tend to get to points in time where i just push everyone away from me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and i are really fucking close, with the exception of me and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i have two best friends, one is a girl and one is a boy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve lost a lot of people throughout my life, i swear more than most people.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t matter how close i am to you, i have the hardest time opening up.&lt;br /&gt;i have horrible luck when it comes to relationships like dating and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i’m so scared at the thought of losing someone who i hold close to my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for it…but i get really easily annoyed with people.&lt;br /&gt;i’ve not given two shits for someone for a while and then later in time i got to getting a long with them.&lt;br /&gt;^ that type stuff happens a whole lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i tend to act like whoever i am around. it’s not trying to be fake. or me not being “my own person” it’s just how i get.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when i’m completely comfortable with someone i’m a smartass and like giving people hell. lol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no questions asked i would do anything for my friends and my family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lifestyle- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a whole lot of my time growing up at one of my relatives houses.&lt;br /&gt;^ and i consider there more like home then my actual house and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want to settle down in a small town i’m pretty sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna live in a little cute house with wrap around porch has rocking chair and porch swing. &lt;—- that would be nice for a vacation home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want one marriage, to get it right the first time. and grow old with the love of my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for a fact that i want at least one kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want to be moved out of my parents house before i turn 25 years old.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve always lived in the same county the same home all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don’t plan to stay living in my hometown my whole life or moving back ever once i leave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i would love to be the housewife taking care of the house and kids, but i want a job to support myself also.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents raised me in a southern way.[i don’t know if that’s worded well.]&lt;br /&gt;i will make sure that my kids are raised to be well mannered and respectful for sure.&lt;br /&gt;i more so excited about my future than i am scared about it.&lt;br /&gt;i can’t wait especially to start my own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that make me smile- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;any kind of lame joke, they usually will have me laughing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seeing someone else laughing, especially when they have a contagious laugh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;having money to blow, and going shopping with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you think you did awful on a quiz and turns out you passed it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dippin dots ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the feeling you get when you are around the person you like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming across people who have manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;recieving more than one compliment in one day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when someone says something to you that makes you go “awh.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reliving a memory in your mind that afterwards you realise leaves you smiling or laughing.&lt;br /&gt;seeing something and thinking automatically it belongs to be a photograph.&lt;br /&gt;stepping outside to a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you realize that you won at something.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of sand between your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when your counting down to something and it gets to single digit days until.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i can’t stand- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone who you really care for says they will text or call you and they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;when someone tries to give their opinion on you when they don’t know you enough to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when things are going really good for you but awful for someone who is close to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people don’t assert any sort of discipline on their children and they are just out of control.&lt;br /&gt;when you always have to be the bigger person in a situation when it comes to a particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;indecisiveness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone thinks that decisions can be made based on their opinions without the consideration of the other person when it involves both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when people say “i don’t know” all the time instead of offering their explanation that they obviously have.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you can see through a person, but for whatever reason everyone else doesn’t see it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when an artist/band does a cover for a song when it should have just been left alone.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that certain people are made examples of on problems that happen all the time and no other person catches hell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when someone does something fucked up and doesn’t think that i will find out about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2715835418040826663</id><published>2010-04-22T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:26:34.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this evening i saw a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;it was really pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2715835418040826663?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2715835418040826663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime a friend writes something bad about someone, i keep having this gut feeling its referring to me. &lt;br /&gt;either its paranoia, or its maybe because im really what they talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure you all have this feeling before, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1068954180434398590?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1068954180434398590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/everytime-friend-writes-something-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1068954180434398590'/><link rel='self' 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contract (possible to get a new phone) on the july 10th&lt;br /&gt;- dark blue hairspray&lt;br /&gt;- shopping spree for tops, denims and sneakers&lt;br /&gt;- an ipod like yeah&lt;br /&gt;- to study&lt;br /&gt;- to tell my parents i have a boyfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3337209700014062477?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3337209700014062477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomly-thought-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3337209700014062477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3337209700014062477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomly-thought-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1904335877225664943</id><published>2010-04-17T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:08:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you spoke to any of your exs today?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;some parts of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody that you wish you could fix things with?&lt;br /&gt;now? i think not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many months until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;about 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if the person you like drinks?&lt;br /&gt;nope not at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who last called you?&lt;br /&gt;amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more minutes until you will eat next?&lt;br /&gt;i think around 15 more minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;i think not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember who you liked in August?&lt;br /&gt;yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the last person you told “I love you” to, did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;cant be any more honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather give up the computer or the TV?&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your mom or dad ever put soap in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be over 21 in 2012?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel comfortable with short hair, or do you prefer long hair?&lt;br /&gt;whatever that looks better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess, your single?&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you kissed yours?&lt;br /&gt;yes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to get hurt by a girl/guy anytime soon?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;just to eat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?&lt;br /&gt;that i cant see him longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in your room that reminds you of past memories?&lt;br /&gt;my diary and some pretty letters and memorabilia and stuff kept in a drawer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you single on your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been awake for 2 days straight?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;just today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the commentary of a soccer match playing outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex’s can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;depends on which ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;oh just this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of spiders?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently frustrated with a boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been under the influence of alcohol in Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;er no havent been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed the last person you sent a message to?&lt;br /&gt;cheeks yes, lips no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who might that be?&lt;br /&gt;er amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to this time last year, were you happy?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i was. i was in a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can’t you wait for?&lt;br /&gt;the next day i see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;because i see him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to talk to someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;im talking to someone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you call yourself smart?&lt;br /&gt;maybe. but when it comes to logic im dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you honestly have any feelings at ALL for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Holly?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;i think so. but im shy &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes now now now sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;his bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone completely understand you?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you had a baby with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;need to get money to abort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;im talking to him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship two months from now?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so in the same relationship as of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past three months?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person who broke your heart the most?&lt;br /&gt;cant really judge who broke my heart the most actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone who you can be your complete self around?&lt;br /&gt;hun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to start over with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a bed?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slept next to?&lt;br /&gt;hunnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you kissed a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be in a permanent relationship or play the field?&lt;br /&gt;permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care when it comes to replacement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends virgins?&lt;br /&gt;pretty much a majority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have sex with someone you’ve known for just an hour?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who you’re attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you dating this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;zeeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your ex to be happy, even if it means not being with you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think about my exes to that extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have trust issues?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone with a tongue piercing?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you had your first relationship?&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you had your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you sent a text to?&lt;br /&gt;amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;hunnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust the most in your life?&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;hunnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has hurt you the most?&lt;br /&gt;i cant judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a tragedy ever happened in your life?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with where you are relationship- wise now?&lt;br /&gt;very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of true love?&lt;br /&gt;"you and me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;only started believing in that the last december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying any names, what something that reminds you about the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare you to tell me the place you had your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you stay in a relationship for over a year?&lt;br /&gt;really hope to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who you’ll even kiss next?&lt;br /&gt;i think i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed a brown hair brown eye person?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a A?&lt;br /&gt;damn i have mentioned this person about like pretty much this whole survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last person you kissed, saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your feelings get hurt easily?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1904335877225664943?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1904335877225664943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-you-spoke-to-any-of-your-exs-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1904335877225664943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1904335877225664943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-you-spoke-to-any-of-your-exs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4048994430036979746</id><published>2010-04-17T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:24:37.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my sister bought a lock and key necklace (kinda reminds me of bio) i think its really pretty. first time in ages she had gotten something for me. so touched&lt;br /&gt;mid years is coming in around errrrrrr 2 - 3 weeks. one part of me is indifferent, one part of me is utterly nervous. on friday i was penning down my composition as a make up test and i realised i havent been writing for so long my brain juices clogged up somewhere and died. so i was stuck with a blank page for bout 5 minutes before i actually started to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really worried for my math. gotten my test back. another one digit result..... not that i didnt expect this but i had received several comments. a chunk of encouragement by my teacher, some kind of mini lecture by amanda and also a discussion with hon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about my results a lot. the only thing is i dont know how to carry my planning out. i mean i know how to start... only thing is i cannot get to start. its either im too tired, lazy, or just not in that concentrating mode. a pity though because if i do begin, i could get on this for hours. i just cannot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4048994430036979746?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4048994430036979746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>in my opinion, this year is getting shittier, and shittier, and shittier. &lt;br /&gt;i think im losing everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but im gonna give you an extra tight hold, and i will resist letting go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3821170872964837806?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3821170872964837806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-my-opinion-this-year-is-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3821170872964837806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3821170872964837806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-my-opinion-this-year-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8658545206213093747</id><published>2010-04-14T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:18:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you.&lt;br /&gt;yes definitely i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy second month hon :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8658545206213093747?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8658545206213093747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8658545206213093747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8658545206213093747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-977153208255942412</id><published>2010-04-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:07:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>er like seriously? &lt;br /&gt;someone greets you after theyve added you on their friends list, they say hi, if you dont like that then ignore lah. &lt;br /&gt;be honoured that people take the grace and their clicking time to add you. no need to spam your own wall about what you want people to do with your wall or not. ya its your acct but for christs fucking sake do you know whats a filter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-977153208255942412?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-580962015514278780</id><published>2010-04-12T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:15:17.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn so many things to buy, so many things i need to do over the month, so many things to catch up on. in fact, i shall make a list out of it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;yes one of those things to do is to get a motherfucking haircut. &lt;br /&gt;me so willingly get a haircut omg!!!!11one&lt;br /&gt;partly is because this guy in a cap today asked me to be a guinea pig to see if the shop cut hair nice because he also want cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;cb right!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buahahahaha love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-580962015514278780?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/580962015514278780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-so-many-things-to-buy-so-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/580962015514278780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/580962015514278780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-so-many-things-to-buy-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4349865934924106696</id><published>2010-04-11T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:03:19.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when he's looking, she falls apart</title><content type='html'>stomach churning, head pounding, throat dry, eyes brimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4349865934924106696?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4349865934924106696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/stomach-churning-head-pounding-throat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4349865934924106696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4349865934924106696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/stomach-churning-head-pounding-throat.html' title='when he&apos;s looking, she falls apart'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5786985230994674829</id><published>2010-04-10T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:12:33.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have deleted some insignificant posts.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5786985230994674829?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5786985230994674829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-deleted-some-insignificant-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5786985230994674829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5786985230994674829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-deleted-some-insignificant-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-6595070101526064464</id><published>2010-04-09T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:14:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you, all of you.... forever. you and me, everyday.</title><content type='html'>to you.&lt;br /&gt;please stop texting me.&lt;br /&gt;please go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-6595070101526064464?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/6595070101526064464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/havent-i-hinted-enough-could-you-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6595070101526064464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/6595070101526064464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/havent-i-hinted-enough-could-you-please.html' title='i want you, all of you.... forever. you and me, everyday.'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2345555126069996406</id><published>2010-04-06T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:46:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont get me pissed off, bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2345555126069996406?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2345555126069996406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-get-me-pissed-off-bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2345555126069996406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2345555126069996406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-get-me-pissed-off-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5877295786316337379</id><published>2010-04-03T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:45:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont mind if youre a close friend and you tell everyone something. &lt;br /&gt;but you havent had one fucking conversation with me before in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;what gives you the right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5877295786316337379?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5877295786316337379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-mind-if-youre-close-friend-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5877295786316337379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5877295786316337379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-mind-if-youre-close-friend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-137281297132819318</id><published>2010-03-30T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:39:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny downpour</title><content type='html'>im not very much in the mood to do anything today, so im going to watch 500 days of summer after a nice cold bath. maybe get out some milk too. its a warm + freezing day and i bloody hate the rain. i wish i could cab down to his place, wake him up if hes fast asleep, and then get surprised at the fact that he was awake the entire time i thought he was still sleeping, and then finally cuddling next to him on a floor mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-137281297132819318?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/137281297132819318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunny-downpour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/137281297132819318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/137281297132819318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunny-downpour.html' title='sunny downpour'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4564799551256946420</id><published>2010-03-27T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:16:07.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im pamela. im fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;i have a nickname because it helps me run away from reality. &lt;br /&gt;i want things to be perfectly alright. &lt;br /&gt;i love him very much. &lt;br /&gt;i love my friends too. &lt;br /&gt;i havent found my personal goal yet but i feel happy now.&lt;br /&gt;i wish everyday was like yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4564799551256946420?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4564799551256946420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-pamela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4564799551256946420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4564799551256946420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-pamela.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1125750978792886311</id><published>2010-03-26T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:38:58.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you infinitely. &lt;br /&gt;i liked today a lot. &lt;br /&gt;miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1125750978792886311?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1125750978792886311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-infinitely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1125750978792886311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1125750978792886311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-infinitely.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5741337998865201630</id><published>2010-03-23T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:44:48.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;it breaks my heart when i dont know how youre&lt;br /&gt;it makes me worry even more&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i even forget about myself and i dont even know what the fuck am i doing these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not obsessed. im just concerned. &lt;br /&gt;i dont really know how you feel. the only thing i know is that i love you and you love me back, but beneath the simple truth lies a whole map of complexities&lt;br /&gt;especially regarding the both of us. i shant call this a relationship because currently we re not in a relationship &lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself i want you back. though i think im not doing much to make that dream come true&lt;br /&gt;im actually more traumatised over this than i look. &lt;br /&gt;im only tired of feeling tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt do anything wrong, but why is this so painful when nothings happening at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come back from the reason for being missing in action. i miss you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5741337998865201630?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5741337998865201630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-breaks-my-heart-when-i-dont-know-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5741337998865201630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5741337998865201630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-breaks-my-heart-when-i-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2705655030197482026</id><published>2010-03-21T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:52:43.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this suddenly hit me like a block of wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss you a lot. &lt;br /&gt;its been two days since i saw you, but im feeling like i hadnt seen you for the past 2 years.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days. 5 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2705655030197482026?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2705655030197482026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-suddenly-hit-me-like-block-of-wood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2705655030197482026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2705655030197482026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-suddenly-hit-me-like-block-of-wood.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-698054273300402186</id><published>2010-03-20T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:19:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so apparently banana one texted over something that made me laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-698054273300402186?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/698054273300402186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-apparently-banana-one-texted-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/698054273300402186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/698054273300402186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-apparently-banana-one-texted-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1730662371378148481</id><published>2010-03-19T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:13:48.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your kiss made the glaring wound hurt a lot less. &lt;br /&gt;thank you for travelling from one end to the other and back again just for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1730662371378148481?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1730662371378148481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-kiss-made-glaring-wound-hurt-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1730662371378148481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1730662371378148481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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of your money?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you mad when people stare at you?&lt;br /&gt;just irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your relationship with the person you talked to last?&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrr friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your number two person on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the way things use to be?&lt;br /&gt;yeah especially when things were like about 5 days back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it easier to forgive or forget?&lt;br /&gt;forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the fourth text in your inbox say and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;ooooops i deleted all my texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the connection between you and the last person that you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shoes did you wear today?&lt;br /&gt;ballet flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any saved birthday cards in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;yup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;id say so so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person you texted is the person a he or a she?&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to September, were you dating anyone?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather text or MSN?&lt;br /&gt;msn, makes life cheaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple or green grapes?&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a day without eating?&lt;br /&gt;yes. provided you let me drink soya bean milk and coke of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone who was stoned?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you’ll kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;sigh i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing underwear?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the “Have you ever’s” ready?&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrr k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked in on your friends having sex?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed a friends crush?&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever participated in a 3-some?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the last person you kissed more than once?&lt;br /&gt;ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you kissed someone, was your hand around their neck?&lt;br /&gt;well yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day overall?&lt;br /&gt;quite fucked at the last bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tackled someone to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;ya ahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say something to someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres your chance, fess up?&lt;br /&gt;whut? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried till you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 2am last night?&lt;br /&gt;sending a text to someone who was already sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents married/divorced/separate?&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you saw your sister/s?&lt;br /&gt;20 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a social person?&lt;br /&gt;pretty average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went out at night?&lt;br /&gt;forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the person you last texted single?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that always makes you happy whenever you see them/talk?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing when you found out Michael Jackson was dead?&lt;br /&gt;it was 8am and my dad woke me up to tell me ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands with anyone yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever introduced yourself with a name other than your own?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re going on a roadtrip: What MUST you bring with you?&lt;br /&gt;lighter, cash, mp3 player, phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be more likely of you to fail Science or Math?&lt;br /&gt;math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids when your older?&lt;br /&gt;dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends who you secretly dislike?&lt;br /&gt;not exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t it piss you off when fat people eat fattening foods?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the average human eats 8 total spiders in a year when they’re asleep!?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who says things like ‘lol’ in real life?&lt;br /&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color socks are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could get away scot-free, would you kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If aliens were attacking the Earth, would you run or make friends?&lt;br /&gt;depends on how they look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What job do you see yourself at 20 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;writing some kind of report hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you burst into song for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song was it?&lt;br /&gt;dont remember that either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever finger-painted?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you die, where do you want to be buried?&lt;br /&gt;in a cementry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider a giant atom-smasher a threat to humanity?&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrr... i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want pigs to fly?&lt;br /&gt;no they will shit everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be invisible for one day, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;sneak into his house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather fist-fight a badger or a koala?&lt;br /&gt;koala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 70 seconds to live. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;call _______, tell him that _________, and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?&lt;br /&gt;twice its size? standard answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you swore you’d never go to again?&lt;br /&gt;hougang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the Taco Bell dog scare you?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you trust a polar bear with your life?&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather eat moldy meat or drink rotten milk?&lt;br /&gt;rotten milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish Pokemon were real?&lt;br /&gt;yes i want to capture evee like omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played chicken with cars just for the hell of it?&lt;br /&gt;i will probably get knocked down you know...... so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take advice from a talking McDonalds sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather blow up: a puppy or a kitty?&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand what “e=mc2” means??&lt;br /&gt;energy equals mass and ciruit area squared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you introduce the last person you kissed to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;i would...... one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever see yourself and your ex back together?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last person you kissed, saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friend?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have sex with the person you stole this from?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think if you died that your ex would even care?&lt;br /&gt;depends which ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;last month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you dump your bf/gf if they got into drugs?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a long term or short term memory?&lt;br /&gt;long term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mum right now?&lt;br /&gt;kitchen washing dishies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use the word ‘epic’ daily?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember who you had a crush on in the 7th grade?&lt;br /&gt;yup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you got so drunk you passed out?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt pass out yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get freaked out when you’re in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;yes if im alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in time did you ever waste your time on a certain boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that was a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lied recently about the amount of people you’ve slept with?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say sorry first?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever punched a tree?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak to your father today?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it in your heart to forgive?&lt;br /&gt;its somewhere there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep a secret?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the thing that you would most like to change about you?&lt;br /&gt;my two faced persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to in person?&lt;br /&gt;i could never hate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stayed in a hotel?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;erm nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are promises important to you?&lt;br /&gt;some are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it hard to trust others?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly say you’re okay right now?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone walked out of your life in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go out in public looking like you do now?&lt;br /&gt;throw me a jacket first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with an C, A or T?&lt;br /&gt;c no, a yes, t i think no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someone held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;no i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;aloy g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an ex said they hated you, you say?&lt;br /&gt;er ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;alice in wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past three months?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your wrists right now?&lt;br /&gt;one bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like other people to see your survey answers?&lt;br /&gt;dont care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4100012453953357348?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4100012453953357348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-was-last-person-you-shared-bed-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4100012453953357348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4100012453953357348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-was-last-person-you-shared-bed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4825679416379258741</id><published>2010-03-16T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:00:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before anyones gonna tell me this, im going to say it myself&lt;br /&gt;ive changed for the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4825679416379258741?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4825679416379258741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/before-anyones-gonna-tell-me-this-im.html#comment-form' title='0 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again.</title><content type='html'>to a friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of this before you went online.&lt;br /&gt;sure, it took lots of time from sec 1 to build that trust wall&lt;br /&gt;but it fell apart in what seemed like 5 hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;words pulled that wall apart. &lt;br /&gt;i dont know if things will ever be the same again though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone special,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had been two years. for two years i didnt realise. and after two years it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;to the honest truth, i love you. &lt;br /&gt;but i know.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4782235799293270125?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2159560637942486384</id><published>2010-03-15T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:02:30.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its so weird. &lt;br /&gt;its like your sitting there on your bed with the laptop on and not doing anything much,&lt;br /&gt;but you suddenly burst into tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even worse if its happening for consecutive evenings and probably for many evenings more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2159560637942486384?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2159560637942486384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-so-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2159560637942486384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2159560637942486384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3112378969533952891</id><published>2010-03-15T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:03:04.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transition</title><content type='html'>today, after burning myself, i threw away my lighter. mlia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was happy getting that call, but i wish i had said more...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3112378969533952891?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3112378969533952891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-after-burning-myself-i-threw-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3112378969533952891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3112378969533952891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-after-burning-myself-i-threw-away.html' title='transition'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-717367091026259650</id><published>2010-03-14T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:29:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVEG793G3N4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVEG793G3N4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very different lady gaga video =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-717367091026259650?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/717367091026259650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/telephone-video-by-lady-gaga-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/717367091026259650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/717367091026259650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/telephone-video-by-lady-gaga-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2523987925380298361</id><published>2010-03-13T08:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:48:33.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was tired while up, fell asleep in front of the laptop at 12 and woke up at 345am lol&lt;br /&gt;gave up, went back to sleep and woke up at 730am&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep. &lt;br /&gt;no blood.... not much of a scar.... but my arm hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want a smoke now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2523987925380298361?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2523987925380298361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-tired-while-up-fell-asleep-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2523987925380298361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2523987925380298361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-tired-while-up-fell-asleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1901746680872431836</id><published>2010-03-12T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:38:06.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know i feel like drugging myself to death right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1901746680872431836?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1901746680872431836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-used-to-not-seeing-your-text.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1901746680872431836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1901746680872431836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-used-to-not-seeing-your-text.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-3272959157138933801</id><published>2010-03-12T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:42:19.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more</title><content type='html'>my eyes are so sore i cant even open them properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my fault actually... &lt;br /&gt;i still feel like shit sometimes i wish i did not tell you&lt;br /&gt;but you will know eventually, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let you down &lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing is this incident never affected how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;i never loved you less at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for understanding&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say anymore. i dont know what to do now. every other text seemed so meaningless already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to kill me that the next day i wake up, i come aware to the fact that we re not together anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we have a chance again&lt;br /&gt;but its all up to me &lt;br /&gt;knowing how dumb i am, i dunno if i'll make the right choice in time to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need time to think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-3272959157138933801?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/3272959157138933801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-eyes-are-so-sore-i-cant-even-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3272959157138933801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/3272959157138933801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-eyes-are-so-sore-i-cant-even-open.html' title='no more'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-2020363337362717663</id><published>2010-03-11T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:36:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thinking of you makes me cry. i havent seen you for a while. sitting at the corner during geog class watching trees sway and winds blow while ignoring the teachers droning makes me feel unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had never shown.... no one knew. im only scared one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the distance would be too much for me to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-2020363337362717663?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/2020363337362717663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-confused-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2020363337362717663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/2020363337362717663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-confused-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-620753871727840132</id><published>2010-03-07T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:37:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im miles from where you are</title><content type='html'>i do not expect you to be here with me forever, just long enough for me to be eternally happy and not regret a part of you coming into my life. for so long have i not loved someone so deep apart from my dad. or maybe all along i did love you. i just failed to acknowledge. im completely happy right now, only haunted by thoughts of you leaving. but they dont come often because i know youre here. i know you wont hurt me. i trust you enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-620753871727840132?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/620753871727840132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-miles-from-where-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/620753871727840132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/620753871727840132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-miles-from-where-you-are.html' title='im miles from where you are'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-1040750616727704254</id><published>2010-03-06T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:12:25.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subtle</title><content type='html'>over the one month... &lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise this but i actually lost a wonderful brother.&lt;br /&gt;slowly... slowly... until he fades off... and gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will this stupid feud end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-1040750616727704254?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/1040750616727704254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-nightmare-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1040750616727704254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/1040750616727704254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-nightmare-yesterday.html' title='subtle'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8736854082883393482</id><published>2010-03-05T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:39:41.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking with tears</title><content type='html'>i miss you so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8736854082883393482?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8736854082883393482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/talking-with-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8736854082883393482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/8736854082883393482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/talking-with-tears.html' title='talking with tears'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-4343458356734601688</id><published>2010-03-04T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:46:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stuff in a pill. gulp down some alcohol. smoke on a cigarette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-4343458356734601688?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/4343458356734601688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/stuff-in-pill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4343458356734601688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/4343458356734601688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/stuff-in-pill.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-7713290650771321364</id><published>2010-03-04T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:00:17.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is gonna happen all over again?</title><content type='html'>the times we dont talk and just smile at random points.... especially during today,&lt;br /&gt;i felt that was "the best conversation ever".&lt;br /&gt;its worth it getting lost in your eyes and thinking of nothing but you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-7713290650771321364?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/7713290650771321364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-so-this-is-gonna-happen-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7713290650771321364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/7713290650771321364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-so-this-is-gonna-happen-all-over.html' title='so this is gonna happen all over again?'/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5734131648807677553</id><published>2010-03-02T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:25:40.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so im using my sister's computer while shes taptap revenging lol.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much because i havent seen him for so long....&lt;br /&gt;sure i look ok but i dont tell people how i feel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im writing another letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5734131648807677553?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5734131648807677553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-so-im-using-my-sisters-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5734131648807677553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5734131648807677553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-so-im-using-my-sisters-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-5345591237902506521</id><published>2010-02-28T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:37:31.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im the type of person who would do anything to see you smile. anything. just anything. &lt;br /&gt;even &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;if&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that meant letting you be harsh and cold and awful towards me, its ok. so long as you feel better, i'll feel better. &lt;br /&gt;the exact number of jellybeans we bought yesterday.... they dont match up to how much and how big in quantity i love you. in fact, i dont think i can even start to count because the number, if love were to be represented in numbers, keeps increasing. &lt;br /&gt;there isnt a limit. and its nice knowing there isnt. &lt;br /&gt;nothing makes me happier than loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-5345591237902506521?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/5345591237902506521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-type-of-person-who-would-do-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5345591237902506521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/5345591237902506521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-type-of-person-who-would-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaddie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lyIIlU1su90/SZ7Q-InGMMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_XVIx-RRsL4/S220/DSC05907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070805933129335658.post-8753280821104147033</id><published>2010-02-26T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:20:56.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday my dad found my lighter. nothing happened after that. &lt;br /&gt;spent time with hun after school and watched percy jackson and the lightning thief. medusa is scary i swear &lt;br /&gt;then after that had some sort of a running game.... quite romantic you know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had this thing called parliament and parent teacher meeting... couldnt see him felt upset. after parliament i had dinner with amanda ruofan amelia cherry yongjie yongsoon zeeman brian gavin and hyunseong at the nearby kopitiam. took a number of pictures. s-a-d huat ah! after everything walked with amelia yongjie yongsoon and ruofan then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls i hope yall will have a better term 2 ok :) term 1 wasnt a wonderful term... we all got our problems but nevertheless it takes time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-8753280821104147033?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/8753280821104147033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-my-dad-found-my-lighter-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070805933129335658-442741840959530008?l=distantdrug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/feeds/442741840959530008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-night-whenever-you-say-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/442741840959530008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070805933129335658/posts/default/442741840959530008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantdrug.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-night-whenever-you-say-i-love-you.html' 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