<?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-3022266375700593591</id><updated>2011-09-01T07:03:51.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5528067316543889032</id><published>2011-08-25T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:18:09.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5528067316543889032?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5528067316543889032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5528067316543889032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5126821169986964479</id><published>2011-07-25T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T06:11:55.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just keep telling yourself they don't need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5126821169986964479?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5126821169986964479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5126821169986964479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-keep-telling-yourself-they-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4837720383830912185</id><published>2011-03-18T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:38:48.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New set of troubles. New set of worries. Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4837720383830912185?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4837720383830912185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4837720383830912185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-set-of-troubles.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2540554628088460444</id><published>2011-03-04T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:44:21.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, what's next. The conclusion has not been reached yet. Nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2540554628088460444?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2540554628088460444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2540554628088460444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-whats-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5745908981827642140</id><published>2011-02-16T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:08:27.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind starts spacing out after 3, and even before that, you did not have my full and utmost attention. Damn, i hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5745908981827642140?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5745908981827642140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5745908981827642140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-mind-starts-spacing-out-after-3pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-9183121918815237922</id><published>2011-02-16T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:07:20.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how when you're amongst a group of friends, everybody just seems to pair up? Well, what happens to that odd one without a pair? Cos i feel like that now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-9183121918815237922?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/9183121918815237922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/9183121918815237922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-how-when-youre-amongst-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7202257385864050273</id><published>2011-02-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:32:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All day, all night. You're such a cad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7202257385864050273?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7202257385864050273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7202257385864050273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-day-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-6757863641275607869</id><published>2011-01-31T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:04:35.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOPPAH NOPPAH NOE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-6757863641275607869?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6757863641275607869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6757863641275607869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/01/noppah-noppah-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2092311881788313366</id><published>2010-12-04T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T07:49:29.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2092311881788313366?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2092311881788313366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2092311881788313366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5060668772559057029</id><published>2010-11-11T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:58:20.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if i can't be bothered, or i've lost hope, or this simply is my best. It's so weird. But i like it. I think i don't really care what kind of grade i get anymore (i mean i really do care, but even if its bad.. what the heck), as long as i can get out of here with a dip. Sigh, the irony of life. And agains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5060668772559057029?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5060668772559057029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5060668772559057029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-sure-if-i-cant-be-bothered-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4826912918776504943</id><published>2010-10-24T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:48:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beer belly, you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4826912918776504943?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4826912918776504943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4826912918776504943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/10/beer-belly-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3529284490993342601</id><published>2010-05-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:31:15.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i signed up for the Army, i'd probably be the equivalent of a Fat Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3529284490993342601?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3529284490993342601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3529284490993342601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-signed-up-for-army-id-probably-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7683728084453747596</id><published>2010-03-21T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:08:33.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see if you can find it. Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7683728084453747596?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7683728084453747596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7683728084453747596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-see-if-you-can-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8572896261899556919</id><published>2010-03-16T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:10:44.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone seems to have a life except me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8572896261899556919?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8572896261899556919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8572896261899556919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyone-seems-to-have-life-except-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1761594157760484123</id><published>2010-02-08T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:39:20.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am going to start a new blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1761594157760484123?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1761594157760484123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1761594157760484123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-going-to-start-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2289497829921947402</id><published>2010-01-25T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:44:32.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I feel like my life is flashing before me. I need a new shelf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2289497829921947402?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2289497829921947402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2289497829921947402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-my-life-is-flashing-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5385326463552271486</id><published>2010-01-25T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:42:49.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a journal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5385326463552271486?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5385326463552271486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5385326463552271486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1750461935594018604</id><published>2010-01-25T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:38:43.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From this perspective right now, i think i would be satisfied with having a 9-5 job. But how far does satisfied bring you in life? Does meaningful ever come in? How about being contented? To be contented, must one give up one's dreams? So many Fucking unanswered questions in life. BlahBlahBlah, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1750461935594018604?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1750461935594018604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1750461935594018604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-this-perspective-right-now-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-639844734033543413</id><published>2010-01-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:46:40.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i never learn. despite everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-639844734033543413?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/639844734033543413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/639844734033543413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-never-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-449933520349132650</id><published>2010-01-16T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:22:13.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Degenerate. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-449933520349132650?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/449933520349132650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/449933520349132650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/degenerate.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3981259626504066854</id><published>2010-01-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:28:43.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I shall never forgive you," were his first words, "for teaching me what love is, then leaving me to contend with it myself. Why have you never answered my letters? Why do you vanish, then reappear only long enough to break my heart again, just as it's nearly mended? Sometimes I find myself thinking of you- and wishing I'd never known you."&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Perigord, The Bishop of Autun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'The Eight' by Katherine Neville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3981259626504066854?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3981259626504066854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3981259626504066854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-shall-never-forgive-you-were-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8889390801275842063</id><published>2010-01-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:05:27.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No coffee breath, at least not for tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8889390801275842063?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8889390801275842063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8889390801275842063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-coffee-breath-at-least-not-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4006967425709167149</id><published>2010-01-10T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:04:01.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not satisfied, not satisfied at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4006967425709167149?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4006967425709167149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4006967425709167149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-satisfied-not-satisfied-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-6840442219767959768</id><published>2010-01-10T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:45:24.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Silence of one's mind, in comparison to the Silence in one's surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-6840442219767959768?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6840442219767959768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6840442219767959768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/silence-of-ones-mind-in-comparison-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7131637273164536925</id><published>2010-01-06T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:35:51.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coffee Breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7131637273164536925?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7131637273164536925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7131637273164536925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/coffee-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1948166937999330010</id><published>2010-01-05T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:02:06.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazing how people can do it with such ease and grace. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1948166937999330010?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1948166937999330010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1948166937999330010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing-how-people-can-do-it-with-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2364424305076274552</id><published>2010-01-05T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:19:50.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to end my sentences with 'Amen'. It seems to give a conclusion to everything. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2364424305076274552?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2364424305076274552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2364424305076274552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-to-end-my-sentences-with-amen.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4033860992324537301</id><published>2010-01-05T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:18:42.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i realize that i have no musical talent. Great. Another piece of the puzzle of my life falls into place. What's the big picture? Simple, a failure. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4033860992324537301?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4033860992324537301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4033860992324537301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-realize-that-i-have-no-musical.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7775421525120882314</id><published>2010-01-05T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:22:50.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do i do this to myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7775421525120882314?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7775421525120882314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7775421525120882314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-do-i-do-this-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2175837325769577490</id><published>2010-01-03T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:42:18.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;The twists are what makes life interesting. But are they really worth it, for the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2175837325769577490?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2175837325769577490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2175837325769577490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/twists-are-what-makes-life-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-832468567805578261</id><published>2010-01-03T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:32:58.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.watch-movie-online.net/userfiles/image/Movies/2009/sherlockholmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 796px;" src="http://www.watch-movie-online.net/userfiles/image/Movies/2009/sherlockholmes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-832468567805578261?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/832468567805578261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/832468567805578261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1147421510092884725</id><published>2009-12-18T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:45:44.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kutym8vBfW1qa7ekfo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1261219517&amp;amp;Signature=VGXcXCKjL/6vPajK9j9Zfy95HJI%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 808px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kutym8vBfW1qa7ekfo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1261219517&amp;amp;Signature=VGXcXCKjL/6vPajK9j9Zfy95HJI%3D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1147421510092884725?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1147421510092884725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1147421510092884725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8544251084726129285</id><published>2009-12-18T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:43:14.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktzq5fcgfb1qa6co0o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1261219140&amp;amp;Signature=s4vBdUcu7EdBEds396nODvrcy2k%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 935px; height: 1280px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktzq5fcgfb1qa6co0o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1261219140&amp;amp;Signature=s4vBdUcu7EdBEds396nODvrcy2k%3D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8544251084726129285?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8544251084726129285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8544251084726129285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhhhhhhhhh-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2141312563670657483</id><published>2009-12-18T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:42:59.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH!!!!! I SO TOTALLY WANNA FLUSH MY SYSTEM WITH AVATAR RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!! LIKE WHAT THE HECK!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANNA WATCH IT NOW NOW NOW!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH D:&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2141312563670657483?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2141312563670657483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2141312563670657483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-gosh-i-so-totally-wanna-flush-my_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1187372523262805989</id><published>2009-12-13T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:46:08.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SyUp96HpXBI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Y0sfQDGj-kw/s1600-h/IMG_2183_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SyUp96HpXBI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Y0sfQDGj-kw/s400/IMG_2183_e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414780270532975634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PS, totally adore that sexy bare-back, short skirt, totally awesome number you donned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; on GEMS day, even if it was for Mr. E's benefit and not mine. HAHAHA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1187372523262805989?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1187372523262805989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1187372523262805989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/ps-totally-adore-that-sexy-bare-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SyUp96HpXBI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Y0sfQDGj-kw/s72-c/IMG_2183_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2836922206557496258</id><published>2009-12-12T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:44:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sytca-Akb8I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/LRkSmAO9gWg/s1600-h/TAYLAUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sytca-Akb8I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/LRkSmAO9gWg/s400/TAYLAUT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416524595234893762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG, I DONT CARE IF HE LOOKS LIKE POCAHONTAS TO MY SISTER!! HE'S AWESOME!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2836922206557496258?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2836922206557496258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2836922206557496258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sytca-Akb8I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/LRkSmAO9gWg/s72-c/TAYLAUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5098116177514937605</id><published>2009-12-09T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:32:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;People say i'm weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5098116177514937605?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5098116177514937605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5098116177514937605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-say-im-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4884950067099668087</id><published>2009-12-09T00:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:18:48.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku9nywbCrr1qzxjsko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 484px; height: 700px;" src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku9nywbCrr1qzxjsko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, James Franco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4884950067099668087?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4884950067099668087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4884950067099668087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-james-franco.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7112884761638268360</id><published>2009-12-09T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:16:14.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmYMcDLWlH4/ScSNb6TcBnI/AAAAAAAAExk/4dmIiC0qxC8/s400/james_dean_01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmYMcDLWlH4/ScSNb6TcBnI/AAAAAAAAExk/4dmIiC0qxC8/s400/james_dean_01-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7112884761638268360?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7112884761638268360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7112884761638268360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lmYMcDLWlH4/ScSNb6TcBnI/AAAAAAAAExk/4dmIiC0qxC8/s72-c/james_dean_01-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7110301573998441413</id><published>2009-12-09T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:15:54.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//0000/400/10/9/40419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 760px; height: 536px;" src="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//0000/400/10/9/40419.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg, look at that bone structure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7110301573998441413?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7110301573998441413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7110301573998441413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-look-at-that-bone-structure.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1740773654567718207</id><published>2009-12-09T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:11:57.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/77833/james-dean-sitting-grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/77833/james-dean-sitting-grey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, James Dean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1740773654567718207?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1740773654567718207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1740773654567718207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-james-dean_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8799231206483791331</id><published>2009-12-06T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:34:55.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umm, shit, i think im gonna get sick again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8799231206483791331?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8799231206483791331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8799231206483791331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/umm-shit-i-think-im-gonna-get-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2007951947049882151</id><published>2009-12-06T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:27:22.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Life is beautiful, but maybe not from my angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2007951947049882151?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2007951947049882151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2007951947049882151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-beautiful-but-maybe-not-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1924819255847804766</id><published>2009-12-06T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:27:49.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tagboard is empty. Hahaha. If it remains as such, Good riddance to it as well. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1924819255847804766?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1924819255847804766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1924819255847804766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tagboard-is-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7436189245226748343</id><published>2009-12-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:08:13.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My sister says that i have weird taste in men. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7436189245226748343?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7436189245226748343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7436189245226748343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sister-says-that-i-have-weird-taste.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7123489295418973292</id><published>2009-12-04T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:53:10.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To go, or not to go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7123489295418973292?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7123489295418973292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7123489295418973292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1561031265307716705</id><published>2009-12-02T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:30:23.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me Eccentric, Call me Crazy, Call me whatever you like, I don't really care anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Life is just whizzing by, And assignments are not done. Why am i such a Fuck. I don't deserve this life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1561031265307716705?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1561031265307716705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1561031265307716705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/call-me-eccentric-call-me-crazy-call-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-69355939509900492</id><published>2009-12-02T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:26:14.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's me taking the minimalistic approach. Accept it, or die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-69355939509900492?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/69355939509900492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/69355939509900492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-me-taking-minimalistic-approach.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7104845824387385140</id><published>2009-10-25T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:52:46.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/worldfilm/1/0/z/J/1/GKDyYF0gRfmaxaxlX108IyeAo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 401px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/worldfilm/1/0/z/J/1/GKDyYF0gRfmaxaxlX108IyeAo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hate love stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Or stories about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7104845824387385140?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7104845824387385140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7104845824387385140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-goodnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7550421180487732048</id><published>2009-10-25T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:49:58.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6100000/Joseph-in-Esquire-joseph-gordon-levitt-6195439-568-772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 568px; height: 772px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6100000/Joseph-in-Esquire-joseph-gordon-levitt-6195439-568-772.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need the motivation. desperately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7550421180487732048?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7550421180487732048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7550421180487732048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1924488916387899432</id><published>2009-10-25T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:47:53.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thekee.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/joseph-gordon-levitt-3-0609-lg-163248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 583px;" src="http://thekee.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/joseph-gordon-levitt-3-0609-lg-163248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And please help me do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1924488916387899432?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1924488916387899432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1924488916387899432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-please-help-me-do-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3020805547634779656</id><published>2009-10-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:47:01.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/8829/joseph_gordon_levitt_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 613px;" src="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/8829/joseph_gordon_levitt_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight JG-L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope i dream of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3020805547634779656?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3020805547634779656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3020805547634779656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodnight-jg-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8528656017301258489</id><published>2009-10-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:45:12.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic; "&gt;well, despite being tired as hell, i was doing a little bit of autocad, while listening to stupid love songs, after watching 500 days of summer today. i made a mistake, and lo and behold, goodbye all my autocad drawings. should have backed up more consistently, but then again, i didnt know i'd make such an asshole mistake. i feel so depressed, i think im gonna call it a night, i dont want to fail. i dont want to stay back another year. right now, im playing the same stupid love song on repeat. love is totally overrated. and theres nothing i can do about it. there's no way i can remove it from my system. i say a lot of things. i really do. but what do i really mean deep down? i'd really like to know too, so that i can stop lying to myself and everyone else. but if i do admit it, i'd probably not be accepted and be some form of outcast. and like what someone keeps on telling me, no man is an island. i cant and wont be able to survive. just think about it, living life in the country, where the weather is cool, where its not crowded with people, where you can live your life doing the things you enjoy, like art, like books, like exploration, like contemplation, like living the carefree life of a fictitious character and you're the author. not having to worry about paying the bills, not having to worry about social status, not having to worry about discrimination, not having to worry about whether you'll still have food tomorrow, or whether your house will be swept away by rain. nothing, no worries. whats missing really is someone to share such joy with. because despite the seclusion, you still need someone there to pass the lonely times. cos no matter how pleasurable a book may be. it will never ever respond back to you. wtf am i talking about now. fuc. im gonna sleep. please let me do well. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8528656017301258489?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8528656017301258489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8528656017301258489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-despite-being-tired-as-hell-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4942501989802272913</id><published>2009-10-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:33:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think im gonna be gone for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4942501989802272913?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4942501989802272913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4942501989802272913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-gonna-be-gone-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-830966145446942662</id><published>2009-09-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:22:18.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Everybody, who's anybody, watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsaysheh.tumblr.com/post/199747772/omg-like-omg-this-was-really"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://katsaysheh.tumblr.com/post/199747772/omg-like-omg-this-was-really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Like seriously, Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-830966145446942662?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/830966145446942662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/830966145446942662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybody-whos-anybody-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3048531852611485906</id><published>2009-08-25T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:03:11.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just the other day, someone flipped open the curtain to my changing room whilst i was removing my shirt. the person, who spoke some sort of foreign language- asian looking and skinny to the core, had a clear view of my white, totally flabby stomach. and because of that which happened, my entire mood took a nose dive into the deep end of the sea. it was completely utterly humiliating. the fact that i did not look or feel good in any of the clothes that i tried on, did not make me feel any better either. many a time, i dream of myself being completely immersed into the world of beauty. the wows, the glamour, the prestige, the perfection. i wished hard that i would belong to a part of that world. its either money, lots of talent or hard work. i aint got money, i aint got talent, and i sure as hell aint doing any hard work right as of this moment. mother always said that if you got the passion, succession will come naturally. i believe in that. but what if that passion is short-lived? what next? i got an end in mind, but to go about getting there, waddling through all the shit, i dont think i got the stamina to even attain my goal. there's just not enough motivation. if i were born before the time of mathematics, i would most likely be a thinker, and still be able to survive because the standard of living wasnt all that high, people were nice, and if i married any old tom dick or harry, he would support me. but i am born into the 21st century. a time where everything is about money. hard work to get the money. brains to get the money. everything comes so easily for me right now, that i dont see the motivation to work hard for anything at all. i need to be starved, i need to be tortured, i need to be secluded, to push myself to work hard for all that i actually dream of. or i could just work hard without all the unnecessary blah. which probably would not happen anytime soon. i feel so lost. there are so many things that i want to say, but this post simply would not suffice. and my mind is in a jumble. everything is clumped up into one lump of information, thought, idea. its like a new language that i created, but simply cannot decipher. i think i need help, but i dont feel that strong an urge to blurt out how i feel, like in the past. i managed to keep it in check for 2 days. sounds little, but its a step. whether its because my hormones are not that raging, or that i've grown and matured and blabla and have managed to tame my hormones, i feel somewhat miserable. i dont know the point in typing this all out, or posting it for the whole wide world to see etcetc. but i guess it helps. i guess. seeing as to how everyone is having a blast, and making full use of their resources, and being happy, i dont see why i am unable to perform that simple task. i mean it all looks really easy, let go and be happy. but everytime i do that, i just skim the surface. it was never meant to be permanent, but then again, i never thought of it to be so fleeting. the memories that make me smile are those that have made me frown in the past. and because i have come to terms with it now, i smile, because i have matured. because i have grown. once again, bullcrap. thats the ideal, fuck, i dont even know what im talking about. it all seems so clear in my head. then there's the topic of wallowing in self pity, like seriously, thats so embarrassing. and then there's also the topic of disappointing the people around. like seriously, what the hell is my problem. well, yeah, wallowing again. need to get out of this. but i think, that unless the question is answered, the problem will forever arise. goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3048531852611485906?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3048531852611485906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3048531852611485906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-other-day-someone-flipped-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4017589682146813790</id><published>2009-08-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:29:04.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GUESS WHOSE BRILLIANT IDEA IT WAS TO TAKE FROM THIS PERSPECTIVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES YES YES, I'LL ADMIT, ITS GEOKS! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SoLe1fFAF4I/AAAAAAAAFz4/3IwaDaFa9Xg/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SoLe1fFAF4I/AAAAAAAAFz4/3IwaDaFa9Xg/s400/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369098716235962242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE WATCH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SoLe0rOxo6I/AAAAAAAAFzw/w6zCCSamP28/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SoLe0rOxo6I/AAAAAAAAFzw/w6zCCSamP28/s400/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369098702318314402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THE BRACELET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4017589682146813790?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4017589682146813790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4017589682146813790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-whose-brilliant-idea-it-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SoLe1fFAF4I/AAAAAAAAFz4/3IwaDaFa9Xg/s72-c/IMG_2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2375002592950310544</id><published>2009-08-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:15:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;POSTER ONE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Snrx3BmZ-jI/AAAAAAAAFzo/YMugDzmgHT8/s1600-h/NICOLES+TALENTIME+POSTER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Snrx3BmZ-jI/AAAAAAAAFzo/YMugDzmgHT8/s400/NICOLES+TALENTIME+POSTER.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366867833589987890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;POSTER TWO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Snrx2y4O0XI/AAAAAAAAFzg/J7BDNJVuhGg/s1600-h/SHIHUIS+TALENTIME+POSTER.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Snrx2y4O0XI/AAAAAAAAFzg/J7BDNJVuhGg/s400/SHIHUIS+TALENTIME+POSTER.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366867829638222194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2375002592950310544?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2375002592950310544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2375002592950310544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/poster-one-poster-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Snrx3BmZ-jI/AAAAAAAAFzo/YMugDzmgHT8/s72-c/NICOLES+TALENTIME+POSTER.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7625041037906830662</id><published>2009-07-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:54:54.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to keep it fucking short and simple, i broke down again. many this just isnt for me. so much for passion overcoming all difficulties. seems like the opposite for me. to not have my passion ruined by my own hands, i just give up. before it gets any worse. well, whatever. now im left with a hell lot of work to do, and a limited period of time. hope i can promote to the next year. im keeping my fingers crossed, nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7625041037906830662?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7625041037906830662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7625041037906830662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-keep-it-fucking-short-and-simple-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8354962511323886235</id><published>2009-07-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:32:09.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since watching "LOVE STORY", i feel like i have formed an attachment for Ryan O'Neal. THS was playing just now on E! Entertainment (Channel 80). And today's True Hollywood Story (THS) was on Ryan O'Neal. I was so interested and felt compelled to watch it, but because i had other stuff to do, i had to give it a miss. Because- knowing me, if i told myself that i would watch and not blog, i would still blog. So, here i am, typing this out. And not watching THS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/261303/1_62_oneal_ryan_griffin.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of Ryan O'Neal and his son, Griffin O' Neal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, they're both so darn good-looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wish i was born in that era, so that i could be good-looking too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But maybe thats just wishful thinking on my part. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OKAY WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/34/71634-004-0F873784.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/34/71634-004-0F873784.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 450px; " src="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/34/71634-004-0F873784.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is Ryan O' Neal with his daughter Tatum O' Neal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isnt she just so adorable. Gosh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attractive people turn me on, not in that sorta way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in a more it makes me Happy sorta way. HAHA! &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8354962511323886235?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8354962511323886235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8354962511323886235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/ever-since-watching-love-story-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4982449685610680050</id><published>2009-07-13T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:09:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I RECEIVED THIS IN MY INBOX TODAY, AND I FEEL A SLIGHT TUG AT MY HEART AS I READ THIS ARTICLE. ITS JUST AMAZING, IF ONLY WE ARE STILL LIKE THIS. I SALUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look carefully at the B-17 and note how shot up it is- one engine dead, tail, horizontal stabilizer and  nose shot up. It was ready to fall out of the sky. (This is a painting done by an artist from the description of both pilots many years later) Then realise that there is a German ME-109 fighter flying next to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgxjh0zI/AAAAAAAAFzY/0_oRDgz4hDM/s1600-h/PLANE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgxjh0zI/AAAAAAAAFzY/0_oRDgz4hDM/s400/PLANE.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955909582705458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie Brown was a B-17 Flying Fortress pilot with the 379th Bomber Group at Kimbolton, England. His B-17 was called 'Ye Old Pub' and was in a terrible state, having been hit by flak and fighters. The compass was damaged and they were flying deeper over enemy territory instead of heading home to Kimbolton. After flying the B-17 over an enemy airfield, a German pilot named Franz Steigler was ordered to take off and shoot down the B-17. When he got near the B-17, he could not believe his eyes. In his words, he "had never seen a plane in such a nad state". The tail and rear section was severely damaged, and the tail gunner wounded. The top gunner was all over the top of the fuselage. The nose was smashed and there were holes everywhere. Despite having ammunition, Franz flew to the side of the B-17 and looked at Charlie Brown, the pilot. Brown was scared and struggling to comtrol his damaged and blood-stained plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgZZVWAI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/kwFhKRo-iPI/s1600-h/FRANZSTIGLER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgZZVWAI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/kwFhKRo-iPI/s400/FRANZSTIGLER.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955903097493506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(above) ME-109 pilot Franz Steigler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(below) B-17 pilot Charlie Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgEsMpQI/AAAAAAAAFzI/WyI0-HBqJ6A/s1600-h/CHARLIEBROWN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgEsMpQI/AAAAAAAAFzI/WyI0-HBqJ6A/s400/CHARLIEBROWN.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955897539470594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aware that they had no idea where they were going, Franz waved at charlie to turn 180 degrees. Franz escorted and guided the stricken plane to, and slightly over, the North Sea towards England. He then saluted Charlie Brown and turned away, back to Europe. When Franz landed he told the Commanding Officer that the plane had been shot over the sea, and never told the truth to anybody. Charlie Brown and the remains of his crew told all at their briefing, but were ordered never to talk about it. More than 40 year later, Charlie Brown wanted to find the Luftwaffe pilot who saved the crew. After years of research, Franz was found. He had never talked about the incident, not even at post-war reunions. They met in the USA at a 379th Bomber Group Reunion, together with 25 people who are alive now- all because Franz never fired his guns that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIfzMFdhI/AAAAAAAAFzA/qoaPSm3oppI/s1600-h/AFTER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIfzMFdhI/AAAAAAAAFzA/qoaPSm3oppI/s400/AFTER.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357955892841379346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Left-Right) German Ace Franz Steigler, Artist Ernie Boyett, and B-17 Pilot Charlie Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When asked why he didn't shoot them down, Steigler later said, "I didnt have the heart to finish those brave men. I flew beside them for a long time. They were trying desperately to get home and i was going to let them do that. I could not have shot at them. It would have been the same as shooting at a man in a parachute." Both men died in 2008. &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/military/charliebrown.as"&gt;This is a true story.&lt;/a&gt; This was back in the days when there was honour in being a warrior. They proudly wore uniforms, and they didnt hide in ambush inside a mosque, or behind women and children, nor did they use mentally retarded women as suicide bombers to target and kill innocent civilians. How times have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How true, even in the movie "FLYBOYS" when a pilot is on the ground, the code of ethics states that you are not to shoot him/her. And they actually abided by that rule. They are truly admirable. Wish things were like how they were in the past. Listening to Faris talk about Plato, Aristotle, Vitruvius, Filarete, and so on, makes me feel like i've been born in the wrong era. But then again, i believe in reincarnation. So maybe, i've experienced then too, an wished for the future. God granted my wish and here i am, not contented. Anyway, when i read Snoopy next time, i will defintely look at it in a different light. Because i seriously did not think that it would be based on something so real. Goodbye, World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4982449685610680050?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4982449685610680050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4982449685610680050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-received-this-in-my-inbox-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltIgxjh0zI/AAAAAAAAFzY/0_oRDgz4hDM/s72-c/PLANE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8058537428029095395</id><published>2009-07-13T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:41:23.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EVEN THOUGH IM REALLY TEMPTED TO POST MORE PICTURES, LIKE OMG! I JUST HAVE TO GET THIS OVER AND DONE WITH. BECAUSE IF I DONT, I WONT EVER START ON MY WORK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND EVERYONE KNOWS I JUST GOT TO RIGHT NOW..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched this movie after "LOVE STORY" the other day, and i gotta say, with two romance films back to back, i gotta admit that the one made in 1970 is so much better! it has so much more 'CLASS'. seriously. but of course, both have their eyecandy materials, so i wont be one to complain. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltBwsp-0fI/AAAAAAAAFyo/adBtS-nH8TM/s400/CINDERELLASTORY.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357948486564106738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i gotta embrace my life. and i shall not live in denial. i feel that movies are what keeps me alive, i shall not try to torture myself by inflicting pain. besides, there really arent any opportunities to harm myself nowadays since im not doing any kinda of sports. i lie. i say that i fall down accidentally, but really, sometimes- i fall down on purpose. true, the movies dont stay with me, like how a wound burns when you wash it. but, its one of the ways. so i'll take whatever i can, instead of sadist beliefs. because it doesnt really work. why am i crapping again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;anyway, one of the reasons why i did not do my work last weekend is due to the fact that i was watching movies. i caught TRANSFORMERS first, after a full day of activities on saturday with the club people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;it was also the day i walked from botanic gardens to great world. i was seriously pissed, i dont know at what or what crap. but i felt like shit. and the walking seriously helped. the fact that the tree cover made the environment cool, along with the wind blowing, the walk was utterly refreshing. i think its cos of my period that im behaving this way, but then again, when am i not behaving this way, erratic in mood. i feel like a fuck face. i need some life in me, i need some direction. or more likely, i need to FOLLOW my direction. the direction that i have already chosen for myself. gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltBxDCZquI/AAAAAAAAFy4/XpBCYFSjKwQ/s1600-h/TRANFORMERS.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltBxDCZquI/AAAAAAAAFy4/XpBCYFSjKwQ/s1600-h/TRANFORMERS.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltBxDCZquI/AAAAAAAAFy4/XpBCYFSjKwQ/s400/TRANFORMERS.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357948492572109538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Then on sunday, i went to cut my hair into this stupid fuck face hairstyle. SHIT! FUCK IS BECOMING MY NEW FAVOURITE WORD! FUCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;anyway, on sunday, went to watch ICE AGE and ended up shopping too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; it was terrible, i had a whole lot of homework piling up at home, and i was still going out, making merry. i seem to never learn from my mistakes. i forgot where i was asked this question, but when this person asked why we learnt history, i replied with a to learn from our mistakes, and that person said, do you think we really learn? and he listed a whole list of examples that proved that we dont really learn from our mistakes. and now that i reflect on it, i think its really true. i dont learn. since primary school, i have a whole chunk of un-done homework, but the reason i was able to scrape through was because of the tests, and because i listened and took notes in class, i managed to pass by a thin margin. it has always been this way. thing is, after every year, the whole homework thing gets offset. because whatever you use in primary one, you dont use in primary two. which kinda let me get away with my laziness. however, now, in DID, if i dont do my work, it just accumulates. i have a portfolio to maintain, and currently, my portfolio consists of dust particles. i have so many fucking ideas in my brain, but like what my dad says, without refining a raw diamond, its as good as worthless. and talent without education, is as good as worthless as well. which sucks. because i do not just want to be alright, even if i say that im contented, because enough is never enough. fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltBw7gA0oI/AAAAAAAAFyw/Mh1uGMyszQI/s400/ICEAGE3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357948490548826754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8058537428029095395?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8058537428029095395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8058537428029095395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-this-movie-after-love-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SltBwsp-0fI/AAAAAAAAFyo/adBtS-nH8TM/s72-c/CINDERELLASTORY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7442731263288207689</id><published>2009-07-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:11:30.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, in between all the breaks in class, we watched S.W.A.T. AND IT ROCKED! we didnt manage to complete the movie, but Hamms brought it home to watch. wish Colin Farrell starred in more of these kinda movies and not the "not so interesting" ones that he's currently so into right now.. hahaha. cos i really like to see him on screen. and even though eye candy overrules all stupid plots and blah, sometimes, 2 and a half hours of it is just too much, not for the eyecandy part (cos its never enough. haha) , but for the stupid plot and boring storylines part. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sls_9NwLARI/AAAAAAAAFyg/pL9bAM4kawo/s400/SWAT.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946502583615762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH! &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mannythemovieguy.com/images/colin_farrell_new_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mannythemovieguy.com/images/colin_farrell_new_pic.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " src="http://www.mannythemovieguy.com/images/colin_farrell_new_pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS THE BAD GUY, HIS REAL NAME IS OLIVIER MARTINEZ. HE'S REALLY HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IMMEDIATELY AFTER WATCHING A PORTION OF THE SHOW, AND THEN GOING TO CLASS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST HAD TO GOOGLE HIM! SO HAWT! HAHAHAHA &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nndb.com/people/433/000071220/olivier-martinez-1-sized.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 340px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is his brother Vincent Martinez, apparently an actor too. But i've never really seen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much or any of him.. hahaha. But not too bad too, dont you think? hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.torrup.com/images/weblayout/celebrity-vincent-martinez.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 455px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIVIER MARTINEZ IS CURRENTLY DATING KYLIE MINOGUE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE OMG, MAN! SUCH A CUTE COUPLE. SIGH! &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/07_02/021Kylie_468x861.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 861px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of shit has been happening in my life. I need direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7442731263288207689?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7442731263288207689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7442731263288207689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-in-between-all-breaks-in-class-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sls_9NwLARI/AAAAAAAAFyg/pL9bAM4kawo/s72-c/SWAT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3083555578253673698</id><published>2009-07-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:43:38.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday, after being given the NEW assignment brief, i hanged around in school and Lot 1, and went home. After which, i immediately started on my mini movie marathon. first up, "LOVE STORY". By Ali McGraw and Ryan O'Neal. TAKE THIS MAS!!!!!!! I WATCHED THE SHOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cellepteam.cellep.com/edicao_36/teachers/Love.Story.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 475px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Third_Party_Photo/2006/05/22/1148335934_9022.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsday.image2.trb.com/nynews/media/photo/2003-10/9725684.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 251px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/070731/gallery/lovestory_l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tiscali.co.uk/media/images/galleries/lifestyle/silverscreenkisses/medium/71619731_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.tiscali.co.uk/media/images/galleries/lifestyle/silverscreenkisses/medium/71619731_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.premiere.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/media/images/love-story2/584398-1-eng-US/love-story.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 322px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tried searching for solo pictures of Ryan O'Neal, but apparently, i was greeted with image after image of his face in the present, with descriptions of him abusing drugs &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How sad, seriously, because he is oh-so-good-looking. Sighness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae9388330115709cee07970b-800wi" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 425px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THIS IS ALI McGRAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;ISNT SHE HOT!!! I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE IN THE PAST ARE SO MUCH MORE PRESENTABLE LOOKING THAN PEOPLE IN THE PRESENT. THEY HAD SO MUCH &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3083555578253673698?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3083555578253673698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3083555578253673698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-friday-after-being-given-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2274789150435401858</id><published>2009-07-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:27:20.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;today, i walked from the botanic gardens to great world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2274789150435401858?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2274789150435401858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2274789150435401858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-walked-from-botanic-gardens-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3754188256595193518</id><published>2009-07-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:46:17.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just talking the other day, and a little birdie told me that i should just move on. i really enjoyed talking to the little birdie, but somehow, i wonder if i should after all listen to the advice, what if its different from all the other things in life, that this is the one in a billion, this is the exception. maybe i should just take life one step at a time, but also, sometimes (maybe due to the way i was brought up, the society i live in)- if the line isnt defined, i fail to function. and even though thats not the case right now. because everything is still normal. what if i break down one day, and all the stuff thats welled up comes out, it will totally destroy the whole entire situation. but then again. who knows, maturity has kinda kicked in, and its not really that difficult to adapt to.. hahaha. yeah, okay, this is totally crap. and im not feeling emo. im just ranting on and on. i feel like a retard cos im still doing it now. hahaha. but whatever, Goodbye People.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3754188256595193518?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3754188256595193518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3754188256595193518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-just-talking-other-day-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1377009519420272159</id><published>2009-07-08T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:29:43.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/its_a_ctrl_z_day_magnet-p147644359332842800q6ju_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/its_a_ctrl_z_day_magnet-p147644359332842800q6ju_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I ALSO THANK GOD FOR THESE 2 BUTTONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;CTRL + Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1377009519420272159?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1377009519420272159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1377009519420272159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-also-thank-god-for-these-2-buttons.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8598998809259011669</id><published>2009-07-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:19:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i really need some wow in my life right now. its been missing for a long time, and i somehow have a feeling that if i dont get it back soon, i'll lose it forever. please, come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SlTF-B9eMlI/AAAAAAAAFx4/1FS3b1p73OU/s1600-h/WOW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SlTF-B9eMlI/AAAAAAAAFx4/1FS3b1p73OU/s400/WOW.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356123526319190610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vivianderz/2979467410/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/vivianderz/2979467410&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8598998809259011669?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8598998809259011669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8598998809259011669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-need-some-wow-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SlTF-B9eMlI/AAAAAAAAFx4/1FS3b1p73OU/s72-c/WOW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4428202906139203032</id><published>2009-07-08T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:54:21.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesunblog.com/gourmetgal/Coffee-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.thesunblog.com/gourmetgal/Coffee-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As i continue to do my assignment, i blame myself for not learning my lesson yet again. But i also thank God for some things that seem more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precious nowadays&lt;/span&gt;. One of them being Air-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conditioning&lt;/span&gt;, and the other being &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caffeine&lt;/span&gt; did not have much, or in fact- any, effect on me in the past, but somehowit does now. I managed to stay up a whole entire night for my last submission just because of that powerful cup of delight. And that, my friend, is an impossible feat- because not sleeping, for me= dying. Okay, i'm going back to my work now, in case my sleep kicks in again. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Because im gonna need as much of it as i can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://scienceblogs.com/retrospectacle/upload/2007/08/coffee%20poster.bmp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4428202906139203032?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4428202906139203032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4428202906139203032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-continue-to-do-my-assignment-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3041452687012648407</id><published>2009-07-04T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:15:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANNA WATCH "TRANSFORMERS: REVENGE OF THE FALLEN"! (HAMMS WATCHED THIS ALREADY!) I WANNA WATCH "ICE AGE 3"! (GEOKS WATCHED THIS ALREADY!) I WANNA WATCH "UP!"! (THIS AINT OUT YET. HAHAHA) AND I WISH I WATCHED MONSTERS VS ALIENS! I WANNA WATCH SO MANY SHOWS! BUT THERES JUST SO LITTLE TIME IN THIS WORLD! SO LITTLE!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDKNqAG05D8/SVjrICviFQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3FClI9bJSzs/s400/Transformers+2++Shia+Labeouf+and+Megan+Fox.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE SHIA LABEOUF!!!!!!!! AND DONT YOU THINK HE LOOKS SO CUTE HERE WITH MEGAN FOX!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA! AHHH!!! OMG, IM MELTINGGGGGGGGG!!!!! SOMEONE GET A BUCKET PLEASE! AND AFTER I'VE OFFICIALLY MELTED, PUT ME IN THE FREEZER! I NEED TO SOLIDIFY!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! OKAY, LAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganfoxpage.com/gallery/albums/uploads/photoshoot/megan-shia-transformers2/normal_shia_megan_pshoot_25.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 399px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST LOVE GUYS WHO ARE TALL AND LEAN ENOUGH TO PULL OFF A TEE AND JAENS! THEY LOOK AWESOMELY HOT!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY, IM MELTING! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2008/12/06/labeouf_needs_more_surgery_on_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2008/12/06/labeouf_needs_more_surgery_on_hand.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 473px; " src="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2008/12/06/labeouf_needs_more_surgery_on_hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK, HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THAT SKATEBOARD! AHHHHHH!!!!! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3041452687012648407?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3041452687012648407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3041452687012648407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-watch-transformers-revenge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDKNqAG05D8/SVjrICviFQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3FClI9bJSzs/s72-c/Transformers+2++Shia+Labeouf+and+Megan+Fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8300703331394947796</id><published>2009-07-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:47:43.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;THESE ARE THE MASTERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NEIL GAIMAN AND DAVE McKEAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sk4pZ4pFC5I/AAAAAAAAFxw/_7kZV-xnoCM/s400/NG%26DMK.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 258px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354262531668249490" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, i watched a show written and directed by DAVE McKEAN, and co- written by Neil Gaiman. I'm supposed to do my layouts and illustrations according to THE GURU, DAVE McKEAN. And i decided to borrow all the things that are even so remotely related to him, even those that are irrelevant. Which made me stumble upon this, Mirrormask. An actual show specially directed by him! I WAS ELATED! SUPER HORRIFICALLY EXCITED AND ELATED!&lt;b&gt; (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/images/MirrorMask_Hardcover_1185845534.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The show, like his illustrations, have a mixture of collages, graphics, and that same eccentricity that i feel whenever im in the presence of his work. Its just amazing to see the end-products of all his pieces, i think- that it would be great to just be able to see his brain in action. No, actually, it would be AWESOME! Plot wise though, i don't think its thick enough. Maybe because they only have a $4 Million Budget (which is actually considered very little) to do the whole film. It's not mainstream, definitely. But it was worth the watch to see the graphics and illustrations and strange characters. hahaha &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/mirrormask-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 440px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/mirrormask-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the link to an interview with Dave McKean, on Mirrormask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.ign.com/articles/585/585797p1.html"&gt;http://movies.ign.com/articles/585/585797p1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sk4h82Y5HBI/AAAAAAAAFxo/sPRTLzbyioo/s1600-h/JASON+BARRY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sk4h82Y5HBI/AAAAAAAAFxo/sPRTLzbyioo/s400/JASON+BARRY.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354254336265886738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This face above, belongs to the character- Valentine, in the movie. His real name is JASON BARRY. He wears a Mask throughout the whole screening, except for the last part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But isn't he just adorable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8300703331394947796?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8300703331394947796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8300703331394947796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-masters-neil-gaiman-and-dave.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sk4pZ4pFC5I/AAAAAAAAFxw/_7kZV-xnoCM/s72-c/NG%26DMK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2452210870867424366</id><published>2009-06-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:22:36.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sj8-oRGCXII/AAAAAAAAFxg/_V47oA1v6ss/s1600-h/DIARYOFAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350063743843851394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sj8-oRGCXII/AAAAAAAAFxg/_V47oA1v6ss/s400/DIARYOFAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I WAS SO EXCITED TO ACTUALLY SIGN UP FOR THIS, I ALREADY HAD MY EMAIL ON STANDBY. THEN I NOTICED SOMETHING THAT ROBBED ME OF THE OPPORTUNITY TO ACTUALLY WIN THIS CONTEST. SIGH.
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"You must be age 21 years and &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;above to join this contest."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.
&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMM, and to think that i was thinking about how much i NEED to watch this show. hahahaha. its not like we have never seen naked people prance around before. WHY OH WHY!!!! OH WELL, MAYBE NEXT TIME. IN MY NEXT LIFE. hahahaha.
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2452210870867424366?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2452210870867424366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2452210870867424366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-so-excited-to-actually-sign-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sj8-oRGCXII/AAAAAAAAFxg/_V47oA1v6ss/s72-c/DIARYOFAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-6068647111048062955</id><published>2009-06-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:10:49.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I LOVE THIS SHOWWWWW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098415962530514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoLzm5otI/AAAAAAAAFxA/tn699gIQy7U/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wont elaborate much on the plot and blah, cos everyone most probably already watched it. but omg, CHRIS PINE IS SO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*melts*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HIS EYES ARE SO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*melts again*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; OH MAN!!!!!!! yeah, i think by the time i got outta the cinemas, my eye grew fatter like ten times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098406381415858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoLP6lbbI/AAAAAAAAFwg/ilXwUtj1Uds/s400/jamestkirk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Spock is kinda hot too. hahaha. i think its his intelligence that got the better of me. hahaha. and he looked so cute when he was younger. hahaha. i totally didnt know he was from HEROES initially. but now then ruif told me in the cinemas, so now i know. hahaha. so hot.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoLgSEsQI/AAAAAAAAFww/j4oE9bkbhbk/s1600-h/spock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098410774900994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoLgSEsQI/AAAAAAAAFww/j4oE9bkbhbk/s400/spock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uhura is dang cool too. hahaha. i got no further comments, cos like i said earlier, when i walked outta the cinema, my eyeballs probably exploded with excess candy. hahaha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098419058368818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoL_JAYTI/AAAAAAAAFw4/zs47mVE9fXY/s400/uhura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then there was also ANTON YELCHIN!!! AHHHHH!! he also starred in TERMINATOR SALVATION!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! SO HOTTTTT!!!!!!! hahaha. in STAR TREK, he had this like accent. which makes him so cute, but in TERMINATOR SALVATION! HE'S LIKE OMGGGGGG!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay. yeah, i couldnt find a zoom-in black and white of him. so im just gonna type words. hahaha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098407699563954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoLU02xbI/AAAAAAAAFwo/bmv5dhOFOsY/s400/nero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we have Nero. hahaha. he's from the future, blablabla. the story is so cool, well-thought out. and i think im into sci-fi's. hahaha. its just so IN-YOUR-FACE, THIS-IS-THE-FUTURE kinda style you know. hahaha. and i quite like the fact that technology has progressed so much. i guess i like to see change. hahaha. difference in the quality of life (depending on personal preferences) being the key factor. I LOVE STAR TREK!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098611490616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoXMAbdEI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/kEEkoha3Mzw/s400/entertainment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Mas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not, REPEAT, DO NOT, only post "HALF NAKED CELEBS" on my blog. hahaha. based on my last three posts, i did not have any exposure of any kind. hahaha. i know its really tempting and stuff, but control yourself mas. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xoxo, Kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098604905013874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoWzeTInI/AAAAAAAAFxI/IwD8VIhgi1k/s400/chris+pine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE HIS EYES!&lt;/span&gt; (im not gonna talk about his body, no i am not. hahaha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-6068647111048062955?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6068647111048062955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6068647111048062955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this-showwwww-i-wont-elaborate.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEoLzm5otI/AAAAAAAAFxA/tn699gIQy7U/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8312368742778065703</id><published>2009-06-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:51:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEmoaHhVrI/AAAAAAAAFwY/tdmv714U6cI/s1600-h/poster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346096708312979122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEmoaHhVrI/AAAAAAAAFwY/tdmv714U6cI/s400/poster.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BRAINS BRAINS AND MORE BRAINS. by the time we caught this movie, it was like really really late, and i was really really tired. but omg, this movie hooked me right at the very beginning. it was amazing, the kind of thoughts that went into making this. i mean seriously, i am amazed. truly. i gotta go watch THE DA VINCI CODE! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEmoKsqm3I/AAAAAAAAFwQ/O84msa6CAwQ/s1600-h/ewan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346096704173808498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEmoKsqm3I/AAAAAAAAFwQ/O84msa6CAwQ/s400/ewan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ewan McGregor, hot. i know he was like a priest or something in the show, but i was actually quite attracted to him. there's something about him that draws your attention. and i really wonder why i didnt pay more attention to him in MOULIN ROUGE. hahaha. i gotta go watch that again. hahaha. he's so hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8312368742778065703?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8312368742778065703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8312368742778065703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/brains-brains-and-more-brains.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEmoaHhVrI/AAAAAAAAFwY/tdmv714U6cI/s72-c/poster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4419379000809133561</id><published>2009-06-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:44:32.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially, i thought this show was gonna be cool and all, but i guess i just wasnt cool enough to appreciate the film. dont get me wrong, i just felt that the show was a bit too slow and old (i guess) for me. but the clothes that they featured, the furnitures they featured, the landscapes,whow- they were all great. its just the plot that kinda bored me. anyway, KIRSTEN DUNST IS SO HOT!!! she looks so young and frail and pale. hahaha. she's cool &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEWpMJAElI/AAAAAAAAFwI/L3vB_gifmT4/s1600-h/MARIEANTOINETTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079129554915922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEWpMJAElI/AAAAAAAAFwI/L3vB_gifmT4/s400/MARIEANTOINETTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's gonna be on the top of my 'to-look-out-for' list. hahaha. my eyeballs are gonna get fat again. hahaha. dang! but im not saying i dont like it! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079124729692962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEWo6KlAyI/AAAAAAAAFwA/V4gLC7WFSiQ/s400/KIRSTENDUNST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the guy Marie Antoinette had an affair with. hahaha. SHORT AND STEAMY. his real name is Jamie Dornan. hahaha. whoa man, wish hunks like him actually existed! and not just in books or movies &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346079118005749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEWohHdyDI/AAAAAAAAFv4/7iJufp4IxEQ/s400/JAMIEDORNAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4419379000809133561?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4419379000809133561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4419379000809133561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/06/initially-i-thought-this-show-was-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SjEWpMJAElI/AAAAAAAAFwI/L3vB_gifmT4/s72-c/MARIEANTOINETTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1747765978300602660</id><published>2009-05-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:03:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katsaysheh.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://katsaysheh.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES, IM TRYING TUMBLR OUT. hahaha. and i gotta admit, its great! so i may be switching. hahaha. but for now, im still on BLOGSPOT. because i still dont know how to navigate TUMBLR to its full potential. hahaha. but when i do, goodbye blogspot. and hello tumblr! hahaha &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1747765978300602660?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1747765978300602660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1747765978300602660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpkatsaysheh.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2411727901316499416</id><published>2009-05-14T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:00:43.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i cried today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not because of life, but because of love. not because of whats happening in my life, but because of what happened in the show. yes, for once in my life, its not all about me. hahaha. i find that the show delivers very impactful meanings at a very heart-breaking and pain-staking process (&lt;em&gt;in a good way&lt;/em&gt;). the whole entire time it played with my emotions, and the way they actually insert a form of light-hearted sarcasm into death. well, its really admirable to me. and one day, i hope my thoughts will mature to actually attain that level of thinking. well, one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704847608620498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7SgQKpdI/AAAAAAAAFvw/YNOgnv-l2Ro/s400/BUCKETLIST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i must say that the chemistry between these two guys are powerful! they delivered the entire show with such class and charisma. its hard not to like them, seriously, despite their age. hahaha. now i know why my mom likes them so much. hahaha. and by the way, this show really lifted my spirits. so to all you emo people out there, watch this show. maybe it will inspire you, like how it inspired me. old (&lt;em&gt;not so hot&lt;/em&gt;) guys dont usually make me this uplifted, but apparently- these 2 old birds did &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt; and im glad my life aint that superficial, after all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704720054694754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7LFE8M2I/AAAAAAAAFvY/gmzudELsS-0/s400/BL3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704714662158850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7Kw_QogI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/qul-vsE6_7c/s400/BL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704712694818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7KpqNZ2I/AAAAAAAAFvI/cdLeGyD-LrE/s400/BL1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORGAN FREEMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704723384671618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7LRe3nYI/AAAAAAAAFvo/zx9979NiMb4/s400/MF1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JACK NICHOLSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704719650076242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7LDkeNlI/AAAAAAAAFvg/n_HQJ7DUX38/s400/JN1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"you live. you die. and the wheels on the bus go round and round."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2411727901316499416?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2411727901316499416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2411727901316499416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cried-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sgw7SgQKpdI/AAAAAAAAFvw/YNOgnv-l2Ro/s72-c/BUCKETLIST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7892567933997329147</id><published>2009-05-12T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:15:20.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MICHAEL BUBLE. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VOICE=SMILEYFACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334983596968402082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgmrUMPWXKI/AAAAAAAAFvA/urZ-1fD7D-s/s400/BUBLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just the other day, when i was feeling emo, &lt;em&gt;(again)&lt;/em&gt;. geok asked me not to tear my heart out. cos if i do so, i wont be able to LOVE her anymore. but i think thats hardly the case. i dont only LOVE with my heart, i LOVE with my everything &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334983594001888082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgmrUBME81I/AAAAAAAAFu4/2qw0YlQP8C8/s400/BLAH.JPG" border="0" /&gt; this is really me right now. hahaha. got it from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt; typed "illness" in the search-engine. hahaha. life has been a mess for me these past few milleniums. but i think im starting to get the hang of it again. no thanks to someone who keeps on appearing in my head, but yes thanks to the friends i have around me to keep me on the right path. yes, i thank you. i thank you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7892567933997329147?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7892567933997329147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7892567933997329147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/michael-buble.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgmrUMPWXKI/AAAAAAAAFvA/urZ-1fD7D-s/s72-c/BUBLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-3828565553801992239</id><published>2009-05-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:17:34.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054132904402610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgZd-Qx4nrI/AAAAAAAAFuo/eoUnh-CTDHM/s400/love..JPG" border="0" /&gt;i have finished reading "the host" by stephenie meyer, and omg, i love it. i have to admit that this is like one of the most thought provoking books i have ever read in my life. the other thought provoking books that i have read, were either too hard to understand, or i didnt stick to reading it till the end. anyway, the thing is that, my mind was entranced, and my heart was yearning for more. it feels weird now that i dont have anything to read. maybe i'll start reading her other books. hahaha. didnt really think about love as much as i do these days. and its starting to affect me as a person.. i used to think that i could just give up on love, and focus on my life, but the thing is, deep down, i know i cant, and theres still that small glimmer of hope that refuses to die off in me. which proves to be very irritating in times like these. but omg, im starting to love stephenie meyer. hahaha. i wish i could talk to her. or just listen to her talk. hahaha. but im sure a million other people would want that too, so i shant even bother to be part of her fan-spam-mail. hahaha. yeah. gosh. love. sex. love. sex. love. sex. love. sex. sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgZd-sJaVXI/AAAAAAAAFuw/obhG0yaRcG8/s1600-h/PUPPYLOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054140250838386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgZd-sJaVXI/AAAAAAAAFuw/obhG0yaRcG8/s400/PUPPYLOVE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if only life could be as simple as ABC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i wouldnt have to think so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again, if life really were that easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where would the fun in living go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still need that new perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i philosophizing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to be a horse in my next life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because once you go down that cycle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will be downhill all the way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-3828565553801992239?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3828565553801992239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/3828565553801992239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-finished-reading-host-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgZd-Qx4nrI/AAAAAAAAFuo/eoUnh-CTDHM/s72-c/love..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2626988867366074940</id><published>2009-05-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:55:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgGVDeb1OZI/AAAAAAAAFug/Uu7g-qv6uCM/s1600-h/THE+HOST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332707320725322130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgGVDeb1OZI/AAAAAAAAFug/Uu7g-qv6uCM/s400/THE+HOST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; true, assignments are here and the deadlines are nearing, but i find myself being more drawn to this book than ever. makes me think a lot. in short, it facinates me. what if these kind of beings actually exist? and what if the domination has actually started to take place right under our very noses now? what if, what if, what if. so many what if's and no true blue answers. again. again. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2626988867366074940?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2626988867366074940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2626988867366074940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-assignments-are-here-and-deadlines.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SgGVDeb1OZI/AAAAAAAAFug/Uu7g-qv6uCM/s72-c/THE+HOST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5094175680820393491</id><published>2009-05-05T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:38:26.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;right now, i feel like crying again. well, no, i rarely cry anymore. but, i feel like going into a small unknown corner and tearing my heart out. tearing it out! its so heavy now, i wanna be free, i wanna live life without any worries. initially, i was in the mc, or so i thought, but now, that position may just be taken away from me. i didnt do anything to make him change his mind, in fact, i think i actually spurred his thoughts to take it right away from me this very instant.. not that it will make much of a difference to me. because im in it for the points. my efforts wont change, my thinking wont change, and the end product most definitely wont change. but i think the status and future (might be) benefits may affect me a bit.. i dont even know why. i fucking think thats really superficial and shallow, but i dont know why i cant distance myself away from that. maybe its the upbringing, maybe its society, or maybe its just plainly me. fuck it man, yeah, this totally doesnt make me feel better, but i guess whining makes the process more interesting. gawd! now i know why people think im so irritating, even i find it so.. fuck life man, just fuck it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5094175680820393491?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5094175680820393491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5094175680820393491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-now-i-feel-like-crying-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2843391900548385173</id><published>2009-05-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:19:31.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, i hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but seriously again, whats not to like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DANG  IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2843391900548385173?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2843391900548385173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2843391900548385173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4323338434378146827</id><published>2009-05-03T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:27:03.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I LOVE TAKING PICTURES A LOT, AND IT DOESNT GET ANY BETTER WHEN I HAVE CAM-WAR PARTNERS!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331571662488320930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2MLd0nu6I/AAAAAAAAFtw/lTttX5yTRZM/s400/IMG_4322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU FRANCES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2Mq_SM6DI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/fKI2HJ5c3v4/s1600-h/SNC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572204046706738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2Mq_SM6DI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/fKI2HJ5c3v4/s320/SNC00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2MqR7B6tI/AAAAAAAAFuI/xqFeby3FUjA/s1600-h/SNC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572191869922002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2MqR7B6tI/AAAAAAAAFuI/xqFeby3FUjA/s320/SNC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BIAOCHES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572795064057346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2NNY_t_gI/AAAAAAAAFuY/4F1D12BDeP0/s400/Photo+48.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;AND I LOVE YOU BESTIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEERS TO MY CAM-WHORE PARTNERS!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4323338434378146827?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4323338434378146827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4323338434378146827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-taking-pictures-lot-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf2MLd0nu6I/AAAAAAAAFtw/lTttX5yTRZM/s72-c/IMG_4322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-6184563812847166421</id><published>2009-05-03T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:32:30.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are the pictures that i have been so meaning to post last night. hahaha. i have been feeling really emo these few days, &lt;em&gt;(okay, maybe for the past few weeks or months)&lt;/em&gt; but the thing is, i feel incomplete. and these are the little things in life that make me feel whole again, temporarily. movies and eye-candies; they dont really last, but it gives me a warm-fuzzy feeling, like life is alright. but when i start to think again, it all disappears. so, looking helps to take my mind off thinking at times. and that makes me feel better, if only for a little while &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527594386505346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1kGXWZvoI/AAAAAAAAFtg/Vf9DYpbipoY/s400/HJ10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS HUGH JACKMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aka, Wolverine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg, i love the intensity of his glare, it is just so entrancing! &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;and he totally has the option of being SUPER MUSCULAR, cos he's tall and charming, he can totally pull it off! &lt;em&gt;*melts* &lt;/em&gt;like in "kate and leopold" ITS LIKE OMG! MAKES A GIRL WISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527465936117490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1j-41cXvI/AAAAAAAAFtA/imLs5ZAIkDs/s400/HJ6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527471656718178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1j_OJVz2I/AAAAAAAAFtQ/xI2hGB6BSQ8/s400/HJ8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527468898495346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1j_D3uq3I/AAAAAAAAFtY/PXC2c58-xB8/s400/HJ9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527459270708626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1j-gASTZI/AAAAAAAAFs4/d6PlTVBRheg/s400/HJ5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527465523235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1j-3TASkI/AAAAAAAAFtI/g4I5Oh5ygKQ/s400/HJ7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527228941024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jxF9aPcI/AAAAAAAAFsw/h_TivUJVX3U/s400/HJ4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527226477340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jw8yBZwI/AAAAAAAAFso/JaGdIzliu0E/s400/HJ3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527598047961586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1kGk_XIfI/AAAAAAAAFto/M0aniIxIlG4/s400/HUGHJACKMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527225448149138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jw48pMJI/AAAAAAAAFsg/NaJ53yOwO4k/s400/HJ2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THIS IS TAYLOR KITSCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aka, Gambit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he starred in John Tucker Must Die, as Justin. but somehow, i dont recall him. hahaha. omg, another hottie. hahaha. its people like these who keep me watching the show and coming back for more. hahaha. and there's also another, the young scott (CYCLOPS) he looks great too. but unfortunately, no really good shots of him. so, maybe when he shows his face again, i'll post him &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jwpIGEeI/AAAAAAAAFsY/JH6IWuQR2Cg/s1600-h/TK5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527221201211874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jwpIGEeI/AAAAAAAAFsY/JH6IWuQR2Cg/s400/TK5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527219031512290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jwhCzFOI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/337LYuf3zWI/s400/TK4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527047184541874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jmg3SaLI/AAAAAAAAFr4/QdaLy84iH-c/s400/TAYLORKITSCH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527057185503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jnGHs-pI/AAAAAAAAFsI/CWRSXSgk6wI/s400/TK3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527054114611506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jm6ri4TI/AAAAAAAAFsA/Ay-tY_oQYG0/s400/TK2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THIS IS DANIEL PHILLIP HENNEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aka, Agent Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE IS SO HOTTT!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;starred in another show, "Seducing Mr Perfect" its semi-korean, i think. hahaha. he was totally charming. hahaha. LOVE HIMMMMMMMM!!!!! AHHHH!!! &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;i am mesmerizeddddddd!!!&lt;strong&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527042705307074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jmQLWtcI/AAAAAAAAFrw/3fQr2rBfWRQ/s400/DH7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331527046705677906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jmfFHhlI/AAAAAAAAFro/4w7EW62t2J0/s400/DH6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331526639764014450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jOzGqhXI/AAAAAAAAFrY/YXB0bQlvmQc/s400/DH4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331526641656062466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jO6Jw4gI/AAAAAAAAFrg/GYrm44PBzKM/s400/DH5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331526635318566178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jOiiyXSI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/BMa7QZmbu44/s400/DH3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331526629672356546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jONgoCsI/AAAAAAAAFrA/VldH2Hw-ctU/s400/DANIELHENNEY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331526635958054722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1jOk7QL0I/AAAAAAAAFrI/V4ld5h0y8U4/s400/DH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;does he remind you a little of Edison Chen? hahaha. cos he does, to me. hahaha &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-6184563812847166421?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6184563812847166421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6184563812847166421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-pictures-that-i-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sf1kGXWZvoI/AAAAAAAAFtg/Vf9DYpbipoY/s72-c/HJ10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8105769511603430425</id><published>2009-05-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:41:53.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfyE3Jo1DiI/AAAAAAAAFq4/D_jdq2YWx5M/s1600-h/XMEN!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282141914664482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfyE3Jo1DiI/AAAAAAAAFq4/D_jdq2YWx5M/s400/XMEN!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WATCHED THIS TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna post all the eye candy images soon! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am a happy person! hahaha. well, sorta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until i started realising that life was not over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i got emo again. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT OMG THE EYE CANDIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful things cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, just now, i went into a shop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i got seduced by all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful things i saw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cups, table mats, S &amp;amp; P shakers. OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UTTER HOTNESS! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i end, please let me say..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGH JACKMAN IS SO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8105769511603430425?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8105769511603430425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8105769511603430425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/watched-this-today-gonna-post-all-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfyE3Jo1DiI/AAAAAAAAFq4/D_jdq2YWx5M/s72-c/XMEN!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-8296257906408897072</id><published>2009-05-02T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:45:40.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; WENT TO CATCH "CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC" WITH THE BIMBOS THE OTHER DAY! BOY, WAS IT A BREATHER FROM ASSIGNMENTS. i know, i know, its only been 2 weeks. how bad can that be. well, try- VERY BAD!!!!!!!! anyway, back to the topic, after the submission of PART ONE, everyone was tired and wanted to sleep etc etc. but as usual, i was feeling emo, and wanted some time off. so, managed to convince them to watch it- with the excuse of how hectic life would be when PART TWO was launched (aka, the next day). so yeah, we caught it, and i gotta say, (at the top of my lungs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WAS GREATTTTTT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255341600542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsfKsBD4I/AAAAAAAAFqY/JDx4KxRP6B4/s400/SHOP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i could work my way out of any credit situations as well as her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and find Mr Perfect along the way. hahahahaha. but fantasies will be fantasies &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255348823844930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsflmL6EI/AAAAAAAAFqw/lEzxRZjKuDI/s400/SHOP4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255341543214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsfKeWTzI/AAAAAAAAFqg/9mddrdmeGXs/s400/SHOP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsfYxJj8I/AAAAAAAAFqo/NEO4UtMqF8I/s1600-h/SHOP3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255345380167618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsfYxJj8I/AAAAAAAAFqo/NEO4UtMqF8I/s400/SHOP3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Krysten Ritter. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;She is so H.O.T! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is the BESTFRIEND of the main female lead. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOSHHHHH, SO HOTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255192635994738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsWfwGcnI/AAAAAAAAFqA/xtHCJKc3_MA/s400/KR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255194627986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsWnLB1YI/AAAAAAAAFqI/G99MaJgpMRE/s400/KR2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255192961944882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsWg90DTI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/s7BINXDP7JM/s400/KRYSTENRITTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is the Main Male Lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;His name is Hugh Dancy &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardly my kind of Good-looking, but ohemgee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE CHARM AND THE EYES!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are only one kind of species able to carry it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've said it once, and here i am to say it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONLYTHEBRITS! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255187909276386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsWOJKcuI/AAAAAAAAFp4/va7mg_mDegs/s400/HUGHDANCY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess who he's engaged to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLAIRE DANES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the person who acted in 'STARDUST' alongside the other cute guy. OMG!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that i am jealous or anything, but still.. OMG!!!!! hahaha &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsVtoPW3I/AAAAAAAAFpw/OGKwTekzSwM/s1600-h/HD%26CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255179181251442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsVtoPW3I/AAAAAAAAFpw/OGKwTekzSwM/s400/HD%26CD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-8296257906408897072?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8296257906408897072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/8296257906408897072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-catch-confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfxsfKsBD4I/AAAAAAAAFqY/JDx4KxRP6B4/s72-c/SHOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-386811975503572584</id><published>2009-04-29T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:06:26.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think im into one of my emo phases again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being too happy for a long time does this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-386811975503572584?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/386811975503572584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/386811975503572584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-into-one-of-my-emo-phases.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-6168449968583451952</id><published>2009-04-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:43:14.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCHOOL HAS RE-OPENED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND LIFE HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RYE RYE FORGOT TO ADD IN QUEN-JENN, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we totally need an updated drawing of us.. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM5E9bBJI/AAAAAAAAFpo/Nj9sSt_LIsM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391015018824850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM5E9bBJI/AAAAAAAAFpo/Nj9sSt_LIsM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND BEFORE I CONTINUE, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE. I NEARLY PUSHED SEX PARTNER NUMBER ONE OFF THE HILL THE OTHER DAY. SHE POKED ME WHILE I WAS EATING (and it hurt, a little only. but still.. hahahaha), SO I WANTED TO GET BACK AT HER. she was just standing there innocently, with her back facing me. so i thought it an awesome opportunity to pounce on her. BUT APPARENTLY, I POUNCED &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO HARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and she was just mere millimeters away from stumbling down the hill. inflicting a lot of injury on herself, and getting myself in deep deep shit. SO I THANK GOD THAT SHE DID NOT ROLL, AND I WILL TRY MY BEST TO CONTROL MYSELF IN THE FUTURE! YES! THANK YOU VERY MUCH. OH GOSH! &lt;em&gt;*breathes a sigh of relief* &lt;/em&gt;COS WITHOUT HER, I WOULDNT HAVE SO MUCH SEX-TIME! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM5K7s-MI/AAAAAAAAFpg/o9E7eKxU52Y/s1600-h/PUSH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391016622225602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM5K7s-MI/AAAAAAAAFpg/o9E7eKxU52Y/s400/PUSH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND NOW AS I CONTINUE MY JOURNEY OF UPDATING, HERE IS MY RESTAURANT CITY NEWEST ADDITION, A FREAKING TOILET BOWL!!!! hahaha. it doesnt have any barriers to show that its 'PRIVATE' like how we all use it. but what the heck, they dig PUBLIC toilets in RESTAURANT CITY WORLD. hahaha. its just really weird. hahaha. but whatever! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM4yIOOII/AAAAAAAAFpY/Y-Tokhk-2bI/s1600-h/PEEEEEE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391009963849858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM4yIOOII/AAAAAAAAFpY/Y-Tokhk-2bI/s400/PEEEEEE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I SAW THIS ON CHERYL'S BLOG. and i decided to give it a try too. UNLIKE HERS WHICH HAD "LOVE" WRITTEN ALL OVER IT, i got some word unknown to me. hahaha. one of them looks like LONLINESS?!?!! i dunno. im not really good in chinese. hahahaha. but it is true i've been feeling quite emo-ed. hahaha. AND THE ONE BELOW IS THE BENTO SET THINGY THINGY. hahaha. i dunno what i like to eat. hahaha. but it costs 800 YEN!!!!! hahaha.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391008870742882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM4uDmu2I/AAAAAAAAFpI/pHw8of5Y6ds/s400/kathlyn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM48CdjDI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/44AauemB13o/s1600-h/kathlynn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391012624043058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM48CdjDI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/44AauemB13o/s400/kathlynn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TO THE HEAD ONE- &lt;a href="http://maker.usoko.net/nounai/"&gt;http://maker.usoko.net/nounai/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TO THE BENTO ONE- &lt;a href="http://usokomaker.com/obento/"&gt;http://usokomaker.com/obento/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-6168449968583451952?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6168449968583451952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6168449968583451952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-has-re-opened.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfXM5E9bBJI/AAAAAAAAFpo/Nj9sSt_LIsM/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-2952257381655493746</id><published>2009-04-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:54:11.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfSQv6Bck1I/AAAAAAAAFpA/2o6RPJ3PRI4/s1600-h/F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329043411789714258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfSQv6Bck1I/AAAAAAAAFpA/2o6RPJ3PRI4/s400/F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, time is an issue, but its kinda ironic how i still find the time to type this post out. yeah, really weird. and to think i've been out the whole weekend when i have a whole bundle of work awaiting me. yes, very awkward indeed. i am so fucked. gosh, think twice next time woman! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-2952257381655493746?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2952257381655493746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/2952257381655493746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-time-is-issue-but-its-kinda-ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfSQv6Bck1I/AAAAAAAAFpA/2o6RPJ3PRI4/s72-c/F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7118139541322117149</id><published>2009-04-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:15:53.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;typed &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"slit wrist"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; on google, and a whole lot of gory images flooded my screen, which in turn kinda got transmitted into my brain. oh em gee. i couldnt take it, so i just picked the most artistically decent shot, which is this. hahaha. gosh, talk about scary! hope i dont get nightmares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfNA8JEoVWI/AAAAAAAAFo4/5BTr49cj8V4/s1600-h/slit.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328674186081097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfNA8JEoVWI/AAAAAAAAFo4/5BTr49cj8V4/s400/slit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i've been feeling really emo these days, dont ask me why, cos i dont know the reason either. its been really on-and-off. and i fucking hate it. i cant stand that i cant will myself to get high on nothing. and it really sucks. how the hell am i gonna live a life, when all the thoughts i have are negative. damn, i know it takes a while for all these hormones and blah to stabilize, but isnt it already time enough for me to move on! gosh, im so fucking old and nothing is really working out. yes, im feeling not-so-myself now. but the thing is, i cant do well in any one field that i put myself into. and it really sucks, cos what happened to having fun with what you're doing. its said that- when you have fun, the success factor will somehow be worked into it. i used to think i could have fun doing what im doing now, but its all getting harder and harder and harder by the subsequent assignments. damndamndamndamndamn. time to get some sleep, and hopefully, i'll wake up with the inspiration and motivation to do my work. cos if i dont, then im fucked. why put off what you can do today, right? well, cos im lazy! is that reason enough? no, its not. but i dont really care, do i. well, no i dont. why? cos im not really having fun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, im talking to myself again, and on top of that, i just yawned, i need sleep. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps; my toilet's choked and it looks disgusting, thanks a bunch to me, gosh. nothings going well. dont think it ever will.. where's that glimmer of hope when you need it! and where's that tinge of criticism when you need it. i dont fucking need to think about love now. not when my whole fucking career is at stake. dammit man, vulgarities are so sexy when im emo. okay, shut up. and goodbye. whoever invented &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sleep&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is a genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7118139541322117149?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7118139541322117149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7118139541322117149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-feeling-really-emo-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SfNA8JEoVWI/AAAAAAAAFo4/5BTr49cj8V4/s72-c/slit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-830810150600794347</id><published>2009-04-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:00:35.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA! GUESS HOW I SPELT MY &lt;em&gt;SECTIONS AND ELEVATIONS&lt;/em&gt; ON MSN: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sextiions and elebatons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG!!!!! DAMMM FUNNEEEE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! TRUST ME, THIS WAS NOT DONE ON PURPOSE!!!!!! IT REALLY WAS ACCIDENTAL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think my thinking is warped.. i think more about 's' then i think about 'l'. which really sucks. cos thats not what life is about. i think im really weird for that matter. but i will not succumb to what i am thinking about. i will not! i refuse to! gosh.. totally warped. extremely need someone to screw my nuts and bolts tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-830810150600794347?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/830810150600794347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/830810150600794347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahaha-guess-how-i-spelt-my-sections.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7744462813746495683</id><published>2009-04-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:14:56.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS POST IS SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO MODELS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEERS TO THEIR HOT FACES AND SEXY BODY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOULDED TO THE PERFECTION OF BEAUTY! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126516826169586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3BV7z84PI/AAAAAAAAFoY/_aj0s910YSQ/s400/gw5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS IS GEMMA WARD, SHE IS SOOOO CUTE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she has that PETITE, INNOCENT, SHY sort of features,&lt;br&gt;but the whole package together just makes such a BIG statement!&lt;br&gt;DAMN GIRL! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126078360751762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3A8aZpjpI/AAAAAAAAFoI/MiDAh2jefME/s400/gw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126526210913138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3BWexcs3I/AAAAAAAAFoo/MlaiHNOzqnk/s400/gw7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126074995288738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3A8N3QqqI/AAAAAAAAFnw/uaWzqdwXGHQ/s400/gw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126513629933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3BVv56LjI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/szUpv-HiAUI/s400/gw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126067461405618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3A7xzCu7I/AAAAAAAAFno/Uh5Tnzbb6J0/s400/GEMMAWARD.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126530061492658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3BWtHf4bI/AAAAAAAAFow/6Cmzn2FPMZg/s400/gw8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126518983034706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3BWD2MB1I/AAAAAAAAFog/K_ZB-S-BZb8/s400/gw6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126075100514242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3A8OQWR8I/AAAAAAAAFn4/KQwVLG2RszM/s400/gw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126078334429810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3A8aTX6nI/AAAAAAAAFoA/93HSX21lx_Q/s400/gw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; AND THIS IS AGYNESS DEYN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE IS SOOOOO HOT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has those TOMBOYISH sort of features, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the pictures that she take exude such elegance and poise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG! SO HOTTTTT!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125833565954690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AuKeBYoI/AAAAAAAAFng/hAcuasE7yTs/s400/AGYNESSDEYN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125824246153506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AtnwAgSI/AAAAAAAAFnA/lUJH535xw6k/s400/ad5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125830236856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3At-ETYiI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/eGfQWbUP5aA/s400/ad7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125822539151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AthZBuRI/AAAAAAAAFnI/AdVZ6l5vXHc/s400/ad6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE EVEN LOOKS HOT WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO HOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125501268382050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3Aa0kG0WI/AAAAAAAAFmo/p1zlc4OsfKs/s400/ad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125501039757986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AaztmSqI/AAAAAAAAFmw/fQ8Z5Ql_0zY/s400/ad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125506445276946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AbH2X9xI/AAAAAAAAFm4/Kbhc5tvo0Ls/s400/ad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125499855048978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AavTJERI/AAAAAAAAFmg/a8OhmfP8kLg/s400/ad1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125497890290386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3Aan-tOtI/AAAAAAAAFmY/G1YYIPX6TZo/s400/ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327125827278768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3AtzDCipI/AAAAAAAAFnY/idty-cPD8Ko/s400/ad8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thats her boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ANYWAY, THE THING IS THAT THEY ARE SO HOT, and even though they look this sort of way, the pictures that they take contradict the features of their face, and i think that whoever invented IRONY, is a genius. to me, wabi sabi= contradiction and irony. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND THAT IS SO HOT! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7744462813746495683?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7744462813746495683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7744462813746495683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-post-is-specially-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Se3BV7z84PI/AAAAAAAAFoY/_aj0s910YSQ/s72-c/gw5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-1551405356924871317</id><published>2009-04-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:07:02.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-1551405356924871317?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1551405356924871317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/1551405356924871317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7635921809705226951</id><published>2009-04-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:52:55.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS THE START OF MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RESTAURANT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CITY INTRODUCTION!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. currently, i have been ADDICTED to facebook, over stupid RC. hahaha. i mean, its the lamest and laggiest game ever, with lots of hangings and screw-ups. but im still not over this game, like how im over PET SOCIETY, which is also from FB. hahaha. its quite stupid how i always get hooked onto these stuffs. i think it will die off soon, HOPEFULLY! anyway, this is what i called my shop..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326438193605563474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetPUP_u1FI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/wfzVjrfVjO0/s400/RC-SHOP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YES, THE GAY PITSTOP!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know why, but im currently into the word 'GAY'. for no particular reason at all.. i guess its just like how some people like to say 'LOL', i like to say or use the word 'GAY'. hahahaha. this below is my PERSON, i forgot my name to it. or maybe i didnt even give it a name. hahaha. but thats the BEFORE, and the one with the fringe is the AFTER. hahaha. its my newest addition. hahaha. it used to be UGLY. now its hot and cool. i would totally go after it. hahahaha! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326437434802976866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetOoFPGOGI/AAAAAAAAFmE/fq5cYbXWUW0/s400/RC-DUDE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326437436504984338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetOoLk4yxI/AAAAAAAAFl8/axOXRmc-7XA/s400/RC-DUDD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS MORNING, i went to hit some balls. hahaha. NO NOT &lt;em&gt;THOSE&lt;/em&gt; KINDA BALLS, but &lt;em&gt;GOLF&lt;/em&gt; BALLS TO BE EXACT, at the driving range. yes, i know next to nothing about golf. but i just wanted to try out the sport, and if i feel something towards it, maybe i'll take it up. hahaha. my dad gave me lotsa pointers today. and it was a really awesome experience. hahaha!&lt;strong&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt; i actually managed to hit the 50M mark on my 4/5th ball. hahaha. i was using a 10-iron. hahaha. NO CLUE WHAT THE CLUB MEANT, but its my dad's club. hahaha. used it only cos the length was more appropriate for me. hahaha. and OMG! my dad could like hit 150+ with that, and i only could hit 50 -.- it was really lame. but whatever. HOWEVER, the feeling of successfully hitting the ball is like............ &lt;em&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; on the other hand, after this ONE BALL, i got complacent, and the other balls sucked. hahaha. missed the balls like more than a million times. which sucked even more. and to make things worse, this young girl came and she started hitting like a pro! DANG!!!!!! I FELT LIKE AN IDIOT!!!! hahaha. but its alright. hahaha. i just started out anyway.. hahaha. then, when all the balls were hit, my dad asked me to practice my swing 10 times, cos i didnt brush the grass. which was kinda the reason why i didnt hit the balls, and trust me man, it was totally difficult. hahaha. to get 10 consecutive brushing the grass swings, in front of my dad was excruciating! hahaha. but got it done in the end, (phew!) and went on our way. hahaha. all in all, even though im not really into the sport yet, i really do wanna try hitting more balls, and see where it takes me. ps; the golf swing is dang cool and elegant! *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetOnxEqCfI/AAAAAAAAFl0/hT6U6xXzD5k/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326437429390477810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetOnxEqCfI/AAAAAAAAFl0/hT6U6xXzD5k/s400/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gosh, i coughed until the vein along the side of my head started to throb. hahaha. my coughing is starting to get bad, and great, all this when school is about to start. hahaha. DANG! to take meds, to not take meds, to take meds, to not take meds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7635921809705226951?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7635921809705226951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7635921809705226951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-start-of-my-restaurant-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetPUP_u1FI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/wfzVjrfVjO0/s72-c/RC-SHOP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-4642205009123356538</id><published>2009-04-19T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:11:57.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;took this from the net, NO- I AM NOT SO PRO AS TO TAKE SHOTS LIKE THIS. AND DEFINITELY NOT WITH THIS KINDA ARRANGEMENT AND COMPOSITION! hahahaha. credits to &lt;a href="http://www.socialpurgatory.com/blog/?p=29"&gt;http://www.socialpurgatory.com/blog/?p=29&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIP HIP HOORAH TO THY PERSON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326430063882797650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetH7CayAlI/AAAAAAAAFlc/L5zKWgwXbYg/s400/clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetH7PmVJHI/AAAAAAAAFlk/LeK0rWBZz6I/s1600-h/cloudsbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326430067420898418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetH7PmVJHI/AAAAAAAAFlk/LeK0rWBZz6I/s400/cloudsbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i am currently &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the clouds and the sky. its like everytime i look up, i see a whole new different formation. i know that i've been seeing the same thing for every single day of my whole entire life, but it only just registered to me how amazing this whole thing is. so, i've been taking lots of CLOUDY pictures. hahaha. and somehow, the sky looks so blue. it really lightens up my mood. its almost as if its unreal. and kinda leads me to believe that life is fictional as well. but obviously, its not. anyway, to end on a positive note, clouds are so darn beautiful (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEY MAKE ME HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-4642205009123356538?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4642205009123356538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/4642205009123356538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/took-this-from-net-no-i-am-not-so-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SetH7CayAlI/AAAAAAAAFlc/L5zKWgwXbYg/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5232026719843584771</id><published>2009-04-18T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:15:30.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DONT THINK IT WAS EVER MEANT TO BE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, TOO MUCH THINKING ON MY PART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK IT, MAN. FUCK IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOODNIGHT WORLD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOPE I NEVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT I KNOW I WILL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEE YOU TOMORROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO, K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5232026719843584771?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5232026719843584771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5232026719843584771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-it-was-ever-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-6261967407529106828</id><published>2009-04-15T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:49:55.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SeXxBBnlcKI/AAAAAAAAFlU/jRrB-Q70gcc/s1600-h/umhmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324927134352109730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SeXxBBnlcKI/AAAAAAAAFlU/jRrB-Q70gcc/s400/umhmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA! GOT THIS IN THE MAIL THE OTHER DAY. and i think its really hilarious. it was under the subject header, 'why parents should be worried'. hahaha. LIKE OMG!!!!!!! and i totally agree.. hahaha. but what can we do. this world is getting worse and worse, and we're not even doing anything to change that deterioration. but whatever. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been really tired out by all the FO stuffs going on. hahaha. its the final lap. and school's gonna start soon. im really nervous, but im quite excited too. hahaha. OMG! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt; but damn, because the lecturers will not be following us up. its really sad, but the old must go to make space for the new i guess.. hahaha. and based on the slides today, year two is gonna be a hell lot worst. GOSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thats hardly whats disturbing me. yes, that thing is disturbing me again. hahaha. and i hate it so! like omg, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to be censored off, its private! hahaha) so yeah, hope it turns out better. GOOD KARMA! GOOD KARMA! GOOD KARMA! GOD KARMA! GOOD KARMA! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-6261967407529106828?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6261967407529106828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/6261967407529106828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahahahaha-got-this-in-mail-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SeXxBBnlcKI/AAAAAAAAFlU/jRrB-Q70gcc/s72-c/umhmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-5873451913450241136</id><published>2009-04-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:05:36.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SduFuUOgltI/AAAAAAAAFlM/vn6bgaJ4Tiw/s1600-h/DATINGPROF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994415418414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SduFuUOgltI/AAAAAAAAFlM/vn6bgaJ4Tiw/s400/DATINGPROF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guess what my good friends (quennie and ruifie) did for me, a hardcopy of my dating profile. hahaha, i knew it was a scam from the start, but then they were my friends, and their persuasions were quite real sounding, so i trusted them. hahaha. and look at the fruits of their labour! hahaha. like omg! &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;i mean seriously, i thought i would see my picture on some weirdo website, but who knew... hahaha. well, at least im safe from the evil clutches of cyber ewwness now. hahaha. who knows if i have to turn to it in the future. hahaha. lets stick with NEVER! hahaha. yeah, but this is quite funny. and bestie added in too: TANNED SKIN and SEXY LEGS! hahaha. oh well. my friends know me too well, either that or- i publicize it too well &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;im gonna sleep now. goodnight world! hope i can awake tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ps; i have a fringe. my head is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bald. hahahahahahaha &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-5873451913450241136?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5873451913450241136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/5873451913450241136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-what-my-good-friends-quennie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SduFuUOgltI/AAAAAAAAFlM/vn6bgaJ4Tiw/s72-c/DATINGPROF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-7819237771961299455</id><published>2009-04-07T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:52:32.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdtmw-yGSJI/AAAAAAAAFlE/Eguzu37my_M/s1600-h/Diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960376341252242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdtmw-yGSJI/AAAAAAAAFlE/Eguzu37my_M/s400/Diamonds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHA! STUMBLED UPON THIS PICTURE EARLIER IN THE DAY, WHEN I WAS LOOKING FOR PICTURES OF GEMS (for class blog). i think this picture is a classic. hahaha. and i really do wonder if it actually happens, outside of the pros circle? but wth! hahahahahaha. oh well, who knows, i dont know. i think i want to know, but its okay. hahaha. GOSH! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-7819237771961299455?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7819237771961299455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/7819237771961299455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahaha-stumbled-upon-this-earlier-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdtmw-yGSJI/AAAAAAAAFlE/Eguzu37my_M/s72-c/Diamonds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022266375700593591.post-957258726202394440</id><published>2009-04-07T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:22:39.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCHED AMERICA'S NEXT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOP MODEL; CYCLE 11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT WAS A GREAT EXPERIENCE TO CATCH EVERYTHING AT ONE SHOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANT WAIT TO WATCH THE NEXT CYCLE, and the previous ones as well &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf9ZdQPKI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5xHORcpUvVQ/s1600-h/TYRA2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882524334439586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf9ZdQPKI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5xHORcpUvVQ/s400/TYRA2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882524541836066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf9aOs2yI/AAAAAAAAFk0/v7pR1aNehfM/s400/TYRA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS TYRA BANKS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SHOW HOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she kinda looks like a BARBIE DOLL. but without make-up, not so much. at some angles, i think she's quite hot. but at others, i'd say- more likely, not. BUT when she changes the expression in her face, IM LIKE WHOAAAAAA!!!! cos when she did it back to back, its really different, even if she's talking about almost the same thing. hahaha. so KUDOS to her! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf8---9wI/AAAAAAAAFks/8R9yxNo7xh0/s1600-h/SAM5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882356813626306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfzpZLe8I/AAAAAAAAFkM/5u6qhFe23vQ/s400/SAM1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS SAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's the first runner-up. i like her and her cute new hairstyle. hahaha. its really hot. and it really matches her face and personality. the top picture is her before (the make up and dressing up), and the one below shows her after. i think the difference is quite drastic. but she looks great in the before as well. totally hot. her personality is really fun and happy go lucky too. really like her. even if she sometimes doesnt approve of anything un-american (eg, marj and elina, oh and les-ness) hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882362722406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsfz_Z8T3I/AAAAAAAAFkU/h4KbEwGDRQ4/s400/SAM2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882511154713490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf8oW9k5I/AAAAAAAAFkc/0Ace8ihs3vw/s400/SAM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882514822695170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf82BeiQI/AAAAAAAAFkk/6xzxLLvJXJk/s400/SAM4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882517228156674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf8---9wI/AAAAAAAAFks/8R9yxNo7xh0/s400/SAM5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THIS IS MCKEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's the winner of antm cycle 11, i think she derserves it. her face is so totally hot and stuff, and in the go see's- she got 4 out of 4. so its quite good. she's a really likeable person, but she wasnt my favourite character in the show. for no particular reason. hahaha. i mean she was so nice as to cook meals for everyone (with no ulterior motive), shes a tomboy (i like tomboys), but she just didnt strike me out as a favourite. hahaha. but damm, shes good! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882083264727698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfjuWCipI/AAAAAAAAFjs/D2aRx8N9aZw/s400/MCKEY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882343817301890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsfy4-nT4I/AAAAAAAAFj0/hqbQ2-GBcbs/s400/MCKEY2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882348023946674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfzIpjnbI/AAAAAAAAFj8/mfap-vXJ2CY/s400/MCKEY3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882351747661874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfzWhXADI/AAAAAAAAFkE/jUGu4n0rqW0/s400/MCKEY4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS MARJORIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is my favourite, a pity she didnt make it to TOP 3, but she's the third runner-up. which really is not bad. she's like french i think, then she went over to america. hahaha. she uses her AWKWARDNESS as her strength. and i think i really dig that. hahaha. she modelling and she in real life= TOTALLY DIFFERENT THING!!!!!!!! when she isnt modelling, she's like this shy, insecure little girl. but when she's modelling, she's all fiesty and hot. GOSH!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER!!!!!!! GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she hangs out with this other girl called Analeigh, she's the second runner-up. i just felt that she was okay. i mean some of her pictures were great and all, but im just appreciative of her cos she kept Marjorie company. hahahaha. actually, her pictures were awesome after being in the final two, just that she's like Mckey to me. not my favourite. hahaha. but yeah, cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321881614684753346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfIcv3jcI/AAAAAAAAFjE/yg20kfIsxaY/s400/MARJ1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882064685076114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfipITjpI/AAAAAAAAFjM/n8QiBl841Gg/s400/MARJ2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882069683364130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsfi7v_YSI/AAAAAAAAFjc/qDZxX5wqIbo/s400/MARJ4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882067661570290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsfi0N9QPI/AAAAAAAAFjU/oilc4w4pRMw/s400/MARJ3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfjV-TmBI/AAAAAAAAFjk/DlYPH2T_ZgY/s1600-h/MARJ5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321882076722731026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfjV-TmBI/AAAAAAAAFjk/DlYPH2T_ZgY/s400/MARJ5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THIS IS ELINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's russian and she's a control freak (she likes to control her emotion and face and actions, etc- she says that its due to upbringing). hahaha. she's a vegan and she's bi (i think- cos she likes this other girl, Clark, in the show. hahaha. in a truth or dare section- clark was dared to kiss elina, cos some knew that elina had a crush on clark. and omg, they kissed! hahaha). and she hates her mom a lot. hahaha. but apart from all these, i like her. hahaha. i really really do. at first i thought she was sucha bitch, and her face was really weird. but after seeing her more often and stuff, i really really do like her. hahahaha. she's like totally hot! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfIFvX5YI/AAAAAAAAFi8/elYhLFDgAWs/s1600-h/ELINA4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321881590664489810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfHDQ_a1I/AAAAAAAAFik/_pyC77hx_CU/s400/ELINA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321881594413234018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfHROwt2I/AAAAAAAAFis/vVp6m-uGlT0/s400/ELINA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321881601672328402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfHsRdtNI/AAAAAAAAFi0/PgZ0wS9SOjA/s400/ELINA3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321881608508663170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/SdsfIFvX5YI/AAAAAAAAFi8/elYhLFDgAWs/s400/ELINA4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this concludes my ANTM cycle 11 post. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD A FREAKING FUN TIME WATCHING ANTM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone buy me the next cycle/ lend me the old ones please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3022266375700593591-957258726202394440?l=bookofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/957258726202394440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3022266375700593591/posts/default/957258726202394440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/watched-americas-next-top-model-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>Diploma in Interior Design</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01514526975181098365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jd9G29VLaEA/Sdsf9ZdQPKI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5xHORcpUvVQ/s72-c/TYRA2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
