<?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-6512973</id><updated>2011-07-16T07:15:26.284+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nuthouse</title><subtitle type='html'>A gathering place for a bunch of nuts. (however, no nuts are currently being served)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</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>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-113548572443258860</id><published>2005-12-25T15:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:42:04.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Complaining of painful stomach&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: The Trapeze swinger - Damien Rice...or something&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's updating....so I have decided to type something quickly because I'm sick and have been ordered to get better (because obviously I can choose when to get sick and when to get better, *scowls*). Anyway, to all thee who have not updated, I'm changing the blog a different, extremely vibrant color at some point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-113548572443258860?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/113548572443258860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=113548572443258860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/113548572443258860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/113548572443258860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/12/booo.html' title='BOOO'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111364118351381460</id><published>2005-04-16T18:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:46:23.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc Questions - Help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/draco" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;psychological condition: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vaguely stressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Saybia - The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML, Emmy...you scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the holidays are ending and I haven't done my homework..*innocent look*&lt;br /&gt;Bugger. Argh. I have to knuckle down. BUT before I do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Does anyone know how to turn off that confounded music on the blog? I always just end up turning off the sound on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Livejournal has "cuts". If you don't know what these are, they're basically links that lead to a "full post", e.g. when you have things that may be spoilers, or pieces of fanfiction, you want it to be optional to view them, so that part of your post is hidden behind the cut, and a link provided for those who want to view the whole post...I just bungled that explanation completely, didn't I? Anyway, are there any Blogger equivalents? Because I was thinking it'd be nice to post my fiction on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) My hair has gotten to that length where it is just the most ANNOYING THING. Too long, but not long enough to tie back. And incidentally, my fringe has passed my nose and is marching south, fast approaching my mouth. Should I get a haircut? If not, what do I do with my hair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) I'm getting an mp3 player! I'm getting an mp3 player! (Yeah, I know, I'm so behind.) But it's from asia, and it's going to be aesthetically pleasing, and it's NOT a bloody ipod and...I don't actually know what it looks like because my cousin is picking it and my mum is buying it. And it's 256 MB....is that too small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, get back to me, people...we need to keep this blog alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I go, one last thing. Lucy and I had an interesting conversation about the army the other day.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get Em's opinion, but she just agreed with us. =p. (great minds, great minds...*snicker*) Anyway, what do you guys think about the army's ban on "intimate relationships"/"sexual favours" between officers? (and soldiers and whatnot) We thought it was bullshit. Does someone have a conflicting opinion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111364118351381460?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111364118351381460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111364118351381460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111364118351381460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111364118351381460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/04/misc-questions-help.html' title='Misc Questions - Help?'/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111319497929929271</id><published>2005-04-11T14:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:49:39.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Depressed and stressed&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: In the silence of sadness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...well...I just screwed my oral for esl just now. Not pretty, stuttered at the begining. I panicked, yea. Sighs, was never a good speaker, although I do tend to talk big off and on. Well...I managed to continue on, but I figured that I've already gave a bad impression at the start. I don't think the lecturer's lenient on this. Bad...screwed my internal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, now...to think about it, I had it so easy when I was back in Taman SEA, my old school that is. To be frank, I initially thought that it would be a breeze, and how wrong I was. The stress seems to get heavier and heavier each day. Nearly coming the feeling of no interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics on Thursday, Math studies on next Monday. Driving this weekend too, esl draft have to be done by this week for reviewing. Driving...my instructer is trying to push me as well...I was rather stressed out while driving in KL then. The unfamiliar parts of KL and all. Well...at least my chemistry project hell is over, can relax about it. My topic...well...is pretty much an open ended topic compared to the others. Right or wrong, the approach I took, I don't think I care anymore. Mr Lee's a much lenient fellow compared to Ms Ting, though I have a slight feeling that he doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...chem practical...it's part of the esterification thingy, the liquid turned slightly black while heating it...well...least it's not JUST my group. Contaminants in the conical flask, oo~oh boy. Tomorrow's the distillation part...hopefully something will go right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm too quite under a number of emotional stress, well...always feeling left behind or something. Comes to the part where I get easily annoyed as well...temper changes often and all. Then there's the emotional stress of...well...go figure yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...least I'm over with oral, but it still bugged me that I've done badly...A bruise to my pride and all....bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite blue blouse lost its elasticness...crap again...DAMNIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's all for today...about what is going on in my life. Sighs...this comp sucks...it can't seem to play the mp3 files from my thumb drive...or maybe I need a ear phone for it...(they kinda want the lab to be freakingly quiet, which is well...good). Hm...anyway, maybe I should try using the other computer lab for a change, it's much quieter there(less people), though I MIGHT get kicked out by the IT people when they want to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111319497929929271?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111319497929929271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111319497929929271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111319497929929271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111319497929929271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/04/psychological-condition-depressed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111253061489531283</id><published>2005-04-03T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:25:57.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random rantage....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition:INSANE!!!! (when am I ever not?)&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Randomness.... yes, I have my music library on shuffle so it really is randomness...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I haven't blogged for AGES, so I will try to make this LONG! It also helps that I am bored, and so this is the only thing curing my boredom (sad, isn't it....) Well, at least I'm awake, which I can't say for my dear little Apollo who is asleep by my chair curled up in a little ball (with his head on his tail..... BALL OF DOG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh great, writer's block already? .... and I call myself a writer.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, must pick topic...... MONTY PYTHON!!!!!!! The BRILLIANCE! THE INSANITY! Yes, I have rediscovered the madness of Monty Python and finally seen the last half of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Brilliantly insane! My favourite quote remains "Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?" although "I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smellt of elderberries!" is good too. A Monty Python Invasion is going to take place at Lucy's sometime next week, and we will watch Monty Python, and more Monty Python, and MORE Monty Python....... THE FUNFUN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUMBERJACK SONG! IN GERMAN! Fitting that we sometimes call our German teacher a lumberjack with the amount of handouts she gives us..... and then she comes to class with 5 copies of Monty Python in German! Best $2 I ever spent, I reckon! Evil German SAC! We had a listening SAC and I swear I'm going deaf in one ear and the other one isn't that great either (it's not so much that I can't hear, but noise rings a bit and is almost amplified but made unintelligible....... sometimes) Stupid ears! Stupid listening and speaking.... why can't we just read and write like we do in latin...... (except in Latin we don't write in Latin either, only translate :P) Yes, that would make German a lot easier..... no oral exam, no listening tests, no speaking....... only then we wouldn't really be learning German because anyone with half a brain is able to look up random words in the dictionary and translate something from english to german....... none of the insane Latin word order (or lack thereof...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone who did the German SAC did well..... *sends luck from the seal* (Never mind that it's a bit late to change anything now.... but maybe the luck will put our teacher in a good mood and make her more generous than she might otherwise have been.... though, as teachers go, she's not the hardest marker in the world, so I don't think that will be too much of a problem..... the problem will be more that we were taught so little german last year and the year before and the year before......) I want to learn the subjunctive!!!! (what is my obsession with the subjunctive????) But I suppose the only problem with teaching me the subjunctive would be that I would put the subjunctive EVERYWHERE and nothing would ever be written in indicative again. Yes, it would be a problem if I were to do that. However, I still want to learn it, and if we don't learn it in the next few lessons, I WILL TEACH MYSELF!!!! (oh the funfun.....) (and then if I were to teach myself incorrectly, then I would FAIL because I would go insane and put incorrect subjunctive everywhere...... not a good idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough talk about school....... HOLIDAYS HAVE BEGUN AND I MUST NOW SHUT UP ABOUT SCHOOL!!!!!!! (Oi, why are you telling your own self off about talking about school? It wasn't ME who wrote all that!) (Oh? And who was it then? It wasn't ME) ('Twas me....) (WHO'S THAT????) (Oh great, don't tell us we now have THREE personalities!) (Sounds like it, doesn't it.....) (Oh get out! There's barely room for 2 of us in here!) (I was here first! I'M STAYING!) (Yeah, me too) *Kicks out 3rd voice* (Oww! That hurt! You're hurting your own self!) *silence* (FINE! Be that way! Ignore me all you like...... I'll get my revenge.....) *3rd voice runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yay! Now there's peace in this head of mine.....) (PEACE?! Are you INSANE???? How can there be peace after an invasion like that?!) (Oh quiet down! Hey..... what's that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3rd voice blows up the other 2 voices*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no..... I just killed my brain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shelfnut lies braindead and unconscious*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111253061489531283?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111253061489531283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111253061489531283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111253061489531283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111253061489531283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-rantage.html' title='Random rantage....'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111208462327372950</id><published>2005-03-29T18:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:23:43.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/draco" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;psychological condition: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excited!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The dream of Stephanie's dulcet tones, naturally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just been brought to my attention by Lucy...We have not promoted our little pop-star here yet! OHNO! But, a problem easily rectified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, the future canto-pop sensation of HK....&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Stephanie! (or Cao Mei Mei, as in strawberry sister, we haven't decided yet.)&lt;br /&gt;Our little darling is going to sing in Cantonese, Mandarin, English, and Japanese. She will act in all those "romantic comedies", which of course, everyone will buy, and in which Alex and I will play every character but the two leads. (And just be general comic relief, really.)&lt;br /&gt;We will market her as the "girl next door", all sweetness, but with UNDENIABLE SEX-APPEAL! She's going to be the new poster girl; THE face; images of her will be EVERYWHERE! Those pansy HK boys will stick her on their walls, on the ceilings above their beds, on the insides of their lockers, on the sunflaps of their cars...she will be the wallpaper on their desktops, the little images on their mobile phones, their display pics on msn...and, just for her, those metrosexuals will become MANLY, JUST BECAUSE SHE SAYS SHE LIKES MANLY MEN! (She'll still end up dating and marrying a pansy though. And he will run to the door to meet her in his frilly apron after work, he will be the perfect little housew- &lt;em&gt;husband&lt;/em&gt;, and will be running around, catering to her every whim...packing her lunches, massaging her feet, bringing her coffee to go with her newspaper, having food on the table...ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will love her, her songs will top the charts, every company will be clamouring to get her to endorse their product...and we, my friends, will be able to tell our kids that it was our support that made Aunty Stephanie what she is now. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Anything I've missed?&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add, naturally. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And SPREAD THE WORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111208462327372950?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111208462327372950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111208462327372950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111208462327372950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111208462327372950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/03/strawberry-stephanie.html' title='Strawberry Stephanie'/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111208273612277280</id><published>2005-03-29T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:11:59.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/draco" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;psychological condition: &lt;/strong&gt;sane, really I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio anti-depressant: &lt;/strong&gt;Toki no Sabaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, dudes. How be?&lt;br /&gt;Right, where to start? So much to reply to. Yes, lucy, internet servers suck. Now tell me something I didn't know. =p But feel free to continue to rant.&lt;br /&gt;And Griever, buddy...thanks for lookin' out for me, hmm? ;) Yes, those Americans...There are the ones who know what's going on and still manange to fuck everything up (usually for their own gain) and there are the others who are completely clueless, and stupid enough to trust the ones in charge. I suppose I must be fair, you do get the odd person who knows what they're on about and what should be done...but no one listens to them! Bloody riff raff.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...now about me...I have a HUGE pimple in my left ear...feels like a second head's growing, really. Nyah. Tried to pop it yesterday in the shower, didn't work completely....it's now oozing again, and I have a tissue stuck in my ear. Like you really needed to know, right?&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, holidays are a-comin'...so, happy. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, fellow inmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111208273612277280?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111208273612277280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111208273612277280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111208273612277280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111208273612277280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/03/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111207894005641941</id><published>2005-03-29T16:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T16:49:00.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*scowls*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" align="left" height="100" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="100" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Pissed&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scowls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is still being capped, even though the dude told me that it was supposed to be released from its capped-ness two days before the end of the month!! Liar!! Liar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big long stream of random incoherent curses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stomps off breaking things*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111207894005641941?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111207894005641941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111207894005641941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111207894005641941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111207894005641941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/03/scowls.html' title='*scowls*'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-111197531760532516</id><published>2005-03-28T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:01:57.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" align="left" height="100" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="100" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Bored&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: American Idiot by Green Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, it's been ages since I last posted here. From what I can tell, Griever has been the only person who has posted in a while. NOOOOOOOOOO, our blog is dying! Anyways, how are people? School sucks, and somehow has been passing really quickly. I mean, it will be holidays in less than a week, which is good I suppose. But being that I'm stuck in sticks...oh well, at least sleeping in will become something regular. Though I must say, the Easter holiday has been horrid for me. I feel so lazy and can't be bothered to do anything, not that that's anything new, but you know. For once, even my bones feel tired. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is still shaped, which sucks. It's supposed to come back up tomorrow, when school starts again. Curses. Gundam Seed Destiny phase-23 is out, and I want to watch it! But lack of decent connection kind of makes it impossible. Still, waiting... Still angry about the previous episode and how Kira appeared in the last two seconds of the show. The creators of Gundam Seed [Destiny] is evil I tell you! They always put in these cliffhangers, always! It didn't matter much when it was Gundam Seed, since I started watching that ages after it was out, so there was no waiting for the episode to be subbed. But destiny...well, I have to endure waiting. Sigh. And then there is Bleach, in which I already know what is going to happen, but don't want to miss seeing more of Ichigo animated. Sigh, never realized quite how much I depended on my internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bob and Shelfnut, I've burnt the first 19 episodes of Gundam Wing, and you both better have a DVD rom, because I can't be bothered to burn them onto normal CDs, not to mention the program I have to use for the burning is really shoddy. How much can you fit onto a DVD anyways? The DVD itself says 4.7 gigs, but I could only fit 4.38 gigs max. Not that I actually got there, since files are always evil like that. I was 190mb of, and trying desperately to think of something else to fit there. Maybe I'll download the opening and endings... curse ogm and mkv files, always so large and unnecessarily so. Nobody listens to the dubbed version anyways, save to laugh at how horrid it is. Though Duo's voice is pretty bad without the dub, and I haven't heard his dubbed voice yet. Heero's dubbed voice is...not much better than his original voice. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yus...I used up a post in ranting about nothing. Sigh. I suppose it was expected... My brain certianly feels very numb right now...not to mention my hands. Curses, it's not even that cold yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-111197531760532516?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/111197531760532516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=111197531760532516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111197531760532516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/111197531760532516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-110860822296886646</id><published>2005-02-17T13:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:43:42.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition:In the Taylor's College Computer Lab&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Tappings from keyboard, people making weird noises and so on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty quiet around here...Hey people! Come on and make a post already! Hm...maybe when I'm free(well, one of these days), I might decide to drop by again and change the template of the blog page...kinda dark around here ain't it? :P Anyway...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco, you take care of yourself alright? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...the college cafeteria ain't so bad really, and like my old school...cats running about. Well, it's nice having cats running about the area, makes it very...friendly like. Actually, I saw only one cat at that particular moment, but I've seen other cats around. I remember that I saw one that looks pregnant....so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually at this hour, I'd be having lunch with my friends, but today, I have to finish up some physics stuff, which requires internet access to get more info. Hm...lately, I haven't been going out with that group for lunch, mainly because I have other stuff to do at hand...What a pity. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post people! I mean like...you had the whole Wednesday off and all...:P and with all your free periods, nyahaahhahahaaaa!!! Like...it doesn't take tooooo much of your time. I even had this post done within an hour ya hear! That and I'm multitasking with physics project!(actually, I'm already done with whatever draft work needed(that I THINK is relevant to my project). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my class is gonna start in 15 minutes or less, so later people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-110860822296886646?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/110860822296886646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=110860822296886646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110860822296886646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110860822296886646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/02/silence.html' title='The silence...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-110679412610192829</id><published>2005-01-27T13:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T13:48:46.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MUAHAHAAHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am posting from the collage computer lab! PHEAR!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-110679412610192829?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/110679412610192829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=110679412610192829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110679412610192829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110679412610192829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2005/01/muahahaaha.html' title='MUAHAHAAHA!!!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-110120560549362975</id><published>2004-11-23T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:33:38.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mreh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Slightly hostile... &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Exodus 04&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...this is the first time...I've posted here...in ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm a little pissed at a certain guy in school...(Rine, I think you might know the story, you know...the whole 'jealousy' thing?), so, I shall take my wrath onto the Americans(some)! and some humans too while I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...I think Americans innocently think that they are under threat(when they are actually the threat). And with the kinds of newschannel...You can't really trust CNN's report sometimes. Small issue being made a big deal, and big issue...being made an even bigger deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to abortion and homosexuality. Yes, people(once again) make a super big deal about how we should not take a life, and how we have no right to make judgement for another life. But what about the life that is....or should I say, will be corrupted? Comeon...I'm sure you've heard news about college/Uni students getting pregnant and from there, abandoned their baby right? Well...put it this way, chances is high that the college/Uni student is unequiped for motherhood, and seeing that how hard for couples to adopt(the people wanting to see if they are fit yaddayadda), might as well..well..put it down than to let it suffer? Besides...humans will overpopulate the world, and we probably end up using bio weapons to kill each other for land, food and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuality seems to...ALWAYS get a book thrown at them. I mean seriously. Those people often refer to the Bible and say that it is a sin. The sad part about the whole thing is that they forgot about the love part of it. If they really want to take the whole Bible seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they really want to take the whole thing seriously, I will seriously need a safety helmet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...this few people are really giving Christians bad rep, and even a harder work to prove that they are making distorted versions of it...this is why I never like overly-religious-y people. They go over the extreme and make a whole new story out of it...in act, in any religion, going extreme about it will always result in distorted truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really good at debating...you can find a hell lot of good debators in Deviantart, politic section, of course, you'll find the stupid ones that cannot live without fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-110120560549362975?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/110120560549362975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=110120560549362975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110120560549362975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110120560549362975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/11/mreh.html' title='Mreh...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-110111251975104545</id><published>2004-11-22T18:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:35:19.750+11:00</updated><title type='text'>US Media Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/draco" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Disgusted. With Bush.(Gee, who else?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Linkin Park. Actually, would that be a depressant, as opposed to the opposite?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is I, Draco, come to bring some substance into your mindless little existences!&lt;br /&gt;Recently, at the recommendation of my philosophy teacher, I watched a show called US Media Blues. The immorality of the media (regulated by the government, the head of which is Bush, who incidentally, is preaching about Christian values...oh, the irony) and the collective stupidity, ignorance and gullibility of the masses is overwhelming. But after you remind yourself that this is the American people we're talking about, sadly unsurprising.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start by saying that the coverage of this war was utter shit.&lt;br /&gt;Were any of you aware that the coverage of this war was completely controlled by the government? America, the land of free speech, my arse. The only press they allowed into Iraq was embedded into the army; effectively the reporters could only go where they were told they could go. Also, they missed all of the devastation caused by the American Weapons of Mass Destruction (my, my, this is just full of ironies, isn't it?) because the nuclear missiles travelled something like 40 km before exploding, so before they'd gotten there, all the bodies had been cleared away. And the pictures they did release were all government/military approved. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the views they presented. They made it into entertainment, some sort of sport. Even the reporters reported it like that. ("And I see two tanks coming this way, and oh look! There's a missile being fired over there!..") They presented the views that they thought would get the best ratings and therefore sell well. Fox News was the worse, with a "danger rating" (scale of something like 5), complete with brightly coloured signs and tacky fonts. No journalist dared to present the other side. (Stories with two sides? What?) And when that prison scandal WAS shown (they sat on it for something like 2 weeks), it wasn't because they felt they -should- show it, no, it was because if they didn't, people on the internet were going to release it first. It's completely disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;You know that the razing of Sadam's statue was a complete farce? There were actually under 100 Iraqis there, and most of them were the interpreters and drivers working for the Americans. They also filmed the statue with both the American and Iraqi flags on it because they didn't know which would sell better and wanted to decide later.&lt;br /&gt;And the Americans! A more idiotic lot you never saw. Completely ignorant of the facts, equated Osama bin Laden with Sadam Hussein and Afganistan with Iraq. Iraq? Iran? Palestine? Afganistan?  Oh, their all in -that- general area, must be the same. And after September 11, they were screaming for revenge. Kill! Pillage! Burn!..oh yes, civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;And this all from the country with the Christian-based constitution, with Bush who's preaching Christian values and even has a bloody prayer group. Forgiveness? Thou shalt not kill? And yet condeming abortion and homosexuality. Self-righteous, hipocritical, bigoted fuckwit.&lt;br /&gt;And they've managed to re-elect him. What a wonderful 4 years we have to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-110111251975104545?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/110111251975104545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=110111251975104545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110111251975104545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/110111251975104545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/11/us-media-blues.html' title='US Media Blues'/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109629626667065480</id><published>2004-09-27T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:44:26.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom strikes once more.......like lightning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mental state:&lt;/b&gt; mentallish and state-like. What did you expect? Bored........*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt;the sound of silence. and sister's being annoying. Sigh, silence, &lt;b&gt;due&lt;/b&gt; to sister being annoying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And strikes! And...other strikey-things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. And, for some unknown reason, sleepy. But that's good! Means I'll be able to sleep earlier today (not that it always works that way.....) meaning I'll be slightly less tired tomorrow when I have to get up at 9:00am!!!*cries* Well, somewhere around there, perhaps a touch later. And why?? Why do I do such a thing you ask? I'll tell you! It's to go to the wasteland!! The &lt;b&gt;wasteland&lt;/b&gt;!!! *sky darkens, lightning flashes, thunder peals, and all gasp gasps of shock and horror* *hysterical screams in the background* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yes, the wasteland. Wilderness. Hole. Vacuum. Such is our (fishie and I) destination. Goodbye, civilization. I knew you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Anyway, yeah. And I'm supposed to have started on my work today. Guess what? I didn't. Who's surprised? Not me. Not you. Ah well. I don't know if I should even bother pretending to plan to do it tomorrow. Especially with the whole journeying into wasteland and all that. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, been playing Tetrinet 2 recently. 'Tis the cool and the fun.^_^ All play it! You can learn all about it at: www.tetrinet2.com .....Fine, you people are lazy. I'll link it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.tetrinet2.com"&gt;Come here and download Tetrinet 2! And play it! 'Tis the cool!=D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's more fun with more people! So more people download and play! And you know what makes playing with more people even more fun? Teams! We can have teams and that'll be even more fun!^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for the ignorant, Tetrinet is like tetris. But it has special blocks and all sorts of cool stuff, and you can play against other people. Real fun. I've converted two people already! Wait...perhaps three! Hee.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I should go and take my bath (fine, shower. It's a shower. But I'm used to saying bath so bleh.) and such.....then let my hair dry. It's taking so much longer to dry now that it's longer. Rather annoying. Ah well. That's why hairdryers were invented. But I don't like using hairdryers. If it's too hot it makes me feel like my head is being cooked. And anyway you have to stand there pointing the stupid thing at your hair for 15 (or is it 10? shrug) or so minutes doing absolutely nothing. Boring. Not that I don't often do nothing. But it's different. And nobody ever said my usual nothings weren't boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so off I go to carry on with my boring little life (of which this web-thing is a part of, really, so I guess I am carrying on with it right now. Which is duh. And makes sense. But anyway, whatever.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? What's this? Person came online? Person (who now) plays tetrinet? Interesting...Maybe I won't be going to bathe yet afterall.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109629626667065480?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109629626667065480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109629626667065480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109629626667065480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109629626667065480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/boredom-strikes-once-morelike.html' title='Boredom strikes once more.......like lightning!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109619112433921922</id><published>2004-09-26T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:32:04.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Bored, it's the holidays damnit&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Salva Nos ~ Noir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fish is BACK!! After ages of being away from this house of nuts, I have returned, back to the madness and insanity. Anyways...it is already the second week of the holidays, which really sucks since I haven't done anything yet! Well, apart from skiing in hot weather and wearing a t-shirt, going to a farm to see ducks and dogs and stuff and some other stuff which I can't really remember (I swear, someone is drugging me!!! I keep forgetting things...I know what you're thinking, and I don't have a three second memory darnamit!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, scowling because I'm starting to run out of hard disk space, which really sucks because I'm running out of CDs to burn stuff onto as well. And my parents are being rather cold to me where the computer and all computer related things are concerned since I got my eyes checked...-6.5 in one eye and -6.25 in the other eye. Basically, I'm half blind (-12.0 is considered blindness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One ~ To a Shining Season ~ &lt;/span&gt; to watch since I did not quite get the gist of it last time and...still confused. Randomness...I still do not understand why Kouhei keeps disappearing, and that other dude who tells people to forget about him if they start to forget him...and how Kouhei remembers some people, but not really others and stuff...And that whole business with those flashbacks, and how he is standing in one place and the next second he is standing somewhere else. Darnamit! I swear, those people need to make it clearer what a dream and what isn't! If anyone wishes to watch it as well, I've got it and I'll lend it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some random fly just flew onto my monitor and I managed to catch it with a tissue...weird dumb fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109619112433921922?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109619112433921922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109619112433921922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109619112433921922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109619112433921922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/fish-is-back.html' title='The Fish is Back'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109612518651819306</id><published>2004-09-26T01:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T01:13:06.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/draco" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;psychological condition: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignorance (in this case for you) is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio anti-depressant: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing, sadly. If I played anything at this hour, my parents would kill me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Overlord. Some advice from me to you. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For some reason, there are actually 101 of these, but don't let that stop you. I know you can't count anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord--Peter Anspach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.&lt;br /&gt;2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.&lt;br /&gt;3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;4. Shooting is not too good for my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;5. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."&lt;br /&gt;7. After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.&lt;br /&gt;9. I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.&lt;br /&gt;11. One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.&lt;br /&gt;12. All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.&lt;br /&gt;13. The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.&lt;br /&gt;14. I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.&lt;br /&gt;15. I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."&lt;br /&gt;16. When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.&lt;br /&gt;17. I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.&lt;br /&gt;18. I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.&lt;br /&gt;19. Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;20. I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.&lt;br /&gt;21. No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.&lt;br /&gt;22. I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;23. I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)&lt;br /&gt;24. No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible vulnerable spot.&lt;br /&gt;25. No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.&lt;br /&gt;26. I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.&lt;br /&gt;27. My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.&lt;br /&gt;28. I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.&lt;br /&gt;29. All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.&lt;br /&gt;30. All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcement and/or romantic subplot for the hero or his sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;31. I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;32. I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.&lt;br /&gt;33. I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.&lt;br /&gt;34. I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.&lt;br /&gt;35. I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;36. If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.&lt;br /&gt;37. If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.&lt;br /&gt;38. If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.&lt;br /&gt;39. I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.&lt;br /&gt;40. Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices.&lt;br /&gt;41. When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.&lt;br /&gt;42. I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.&lt;br /&gt;43. I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.&lt;br /&gt;44. I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure," then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.&lt;br /&gt;45. If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.&lt;br /&gt;46. If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.&lt;br /&gt;47. I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;48. If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.&lt;br /&gt;49. My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.&lt;br /&gt;50. If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions in the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people-oriented position.&lt;br /&gt;51. I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.&lt;br /&gt;52. If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.&lt;br /&gt;53. I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.&lt;br /&gt;54. The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legions of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.&lt;br /&gt;55. My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.&lt;br /&gt;56. Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owner's manual.&lt;br /&gt;57. If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.&lt;br /&gt;58. I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;59. My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: this also applies to passwords.&lt;br /&gt;60. If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?", I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.&lt;br /&gt;61. I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.&lt;br /&gt;62. Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of that nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.&lt;br /&gt;63. I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;64. If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.&lt;br /&gt;65. My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.&lt;br /&gt;66. No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.&lt;br /&gt;67. I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.&lt;br /&gt;68. All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.&lt;br /&gt;69. When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.&lt;br /&gt;70. If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;71. If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon instead of using my unstoppable superweapon on them.&lt;br /&gt;72. I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.&lt;br /&gt;73. When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.&lt;br /&gt;74. I will instruct my Legions of Terror to attack the hero en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.&lt;br /&gt;75. If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)&lt;br /&gt;76. If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutentant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.&lt;br /&gt;77. I will not tell my Legions of Terror "And he must be taken alive!" The command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonably practical."&lt;br /&gt;78. If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited-edition commemorative coins.&lt;br /&gt;79. If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.&lt;br /&gt;80. If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;81. I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerous, unbalanced structure.&lt;br /&gt;82. If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.&lt;br /&gt;83. I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;84. I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the lines of "Push the button."&lt;br /&gt;85. I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.&lt;br /&gt;86. My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.&lt;br /&gt;87. If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to try the task again.&lt;br /&gt;88. After I capture the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.&lt;br /&gt;89. I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.&lt;br /&gt;90. I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.&lt;br /&gt;91. If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead I will say this his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)&lt;br /&gt;92. If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and an underling who failed or betrayed me, I will see to it that the hero is scheduled to go first.&lt;br /&gt;93. When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.&lt;br /&gt;94. My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cellmate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening up the cell for a look.&lt;br /&gt;95. My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;96. My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unravelled.&lt;br /&gt;97. If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However if circumstance have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each others' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.&lt;br /&gt;98. Any data file of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb in size.&lt;br /&gt;99. I will never be lenient with any detainee for the simple reason that he/she is too young for a proper beating. Similarly, any underling who discriminates among prisoners/enemies on the basis of age will be flogged until they see the error of their ways.&lt;br /&gt;100. I will never discuss important military plans and/or state secrets with an unidentified, anonymous member of the housekeeping staff in the room.&lt;br /&gt;101. Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109612518651819306?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109612518651819306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109612518651819306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109612518651819306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109612518651819306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/top-100-things-id-do-if-i-ever-became.html' title='The Top 100 Things I&apos;d Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord'/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109605419901619945</id><published>2004-09-25T04:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T17:33:00.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you know your fellow in-patients?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mental state:&lt;/b&gt; Just....normal. Or rather, as normal as possible anyway.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt; Metamorphose (from Kono Minikukumo Utsukushii Sekai, by Takahashi Yoko) &amp; Ima, Egao ga Areba (from Gatekeepers 21)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed. How well &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; you know your fellow in-patients? Hopefully not very well. But click on one of these links and find out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My very own: &lt;A HREF="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=wqxT3nkENoZWaauP&amp;"&gt;How well do you know RineXXX?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an easier, much less effort involved in creating one: &lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=sVZrSvjWrd6HjlFg&amp;"&gt;How Well Do You Know Rine?v2.0 (lazy version, made purely from pre-made questions; Difficulty Lvl: V. Easy.=D)(The things boredom makes you do...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's: &lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=LzHtZpeXce422Vqa&amp;"&gt;How well do you know Emily?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco(aka Bobby)'s: &lt;A HREF="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=vS-lE_f3wIf47Hwk&amp;"&gt;How well do you know Min-Hui?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's: &lt;A HREF="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?_=aaaaaiaaaaEUMaaaaAAcocUvN6InKr3FGlIGjsc4"&gt;How well do you know me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie's (rough one only, a proper one will be created at a later date...apparently): &lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/udt/result.html?id=ZX7qxqVxbHkrtgOo&amp;"&gt;How well do you know Griever?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the more proper one, though apparently it plans to make a harder one at a later date: &lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/udt/result.html?id=UzTQRiLyhk1TTs9c&amp;"&gt;How well do you know Griever 2?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the 'harder' one: &lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=d.KZ-UNQHxd.6-fJ&amp;"&gt;How well do you know Griever 3(medium)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, even though she is neither an in-patient nor even an out-patient, just for kicks I shall include hers as well, since she seemed to want advertisement, Jasmine's(To Kyrie:Not that Jasmine, other Jasmine): &lt;a href="http://connect.tickle.com/udt/result.html?id=oLB.g6NBS5OURCi2&amp;"&gt;How well do you know me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: I put all of these here without consulting any of the creators (besides myself, obviously), so if you mind just say so and I'll take it down. I'm just bored you see.=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, apparently the answer to that question, for me, is not very.=/ (for the exact values, do the quizzes yourself and then you can see the scoreboard.=D) Ah, but then again, that is good right? Very good indeed.^_^ Says much for my sanity and mental well-being.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109605419901619945?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109605419901619945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109605419901619945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109605419901619945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109605419901619945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-well-do-you-know-your-fellow-in.html' title='How well do you know your fellow in-patients?'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109602066204948860</id><published>2004-09-24T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T20:11:02.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays...you know the drill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/draco" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;psychological condition: &lt;/strong&gt;Fairly stable...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio anti-depressant: &lt;/strong&gt;Red Dwarf theme song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, it seems that I finally post. After waiting for various avatar problems to be cleared up, I've finally given up! Screw it, we can change it later!&lt;br /&gt;So, Jasmine, Stephanie, Alex, Emily and I went to see the Impressionist exhibition and Donnie Darko on Monday. They were both AWESOME!!!! Total must-sees!!!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I was also seeing that evil rabbit everywhere in the days after....ooh, Donnie Darko is one freaky movie...I described it to some of my friends, and they thought it sounded like a horror movie. What do you guys think? I didn't think it was, but then, what do I know? (any comments and I will hit you.)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...the hair at the back of my head was getting too long, and the hair at the front and the sides was still too short to warrant a haircut (Draco, you cheapo, you!--Yes, thankyouverymuch ;) ) so I got my mum to cut it. Now I have something like a mutilated bob (Yes, Bob with a bob! Pun! Pun!--Just shoot me now. -_-).&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done any homework, and still have to start seriously working on my jap, so wish me luck -_-.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that..the lure of British comedy (Red Dwarf, Black Books, Blackadder) and fanfiction (yaoi ;) ) was TOO GREAT! Ah well. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109602066204948860?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109602066204948860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109602066204948860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109602066204948860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109602066204948860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/holidaysyou-know-drill.html' title='Holidays...you know the drill.'/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109601930266139923</id><published>2004-09-24T18:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:03:13.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaay!! I discovered how to blog using silly Netscape.^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mental state:&lt;/b&gt; Bored-ish (as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt; Time to say goodbye (by Sara Brightman &amp; Andre Bocelli) &amp; Tourniquet (by Evanescence) &amp; One More Time (by Daft Punk) &amp; Airwolf Theme (from...guess what? Airwolf. Really? Noooo =D)&amp; Cloud Age Symphony (from Last Exile, by Shuntaro Okino) &amp; nowhere (from Madlax, by Fiction Junction Yuuka(there, I added it, happy?=P))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.^_^ Oh, and in order to do it one of things I did was turn off the compose mode or something in the settings, so you can either change the settings back or blog using this mode or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, me being &lt;b&gt;able&lt;/b&gt; to blog in no way means that I have anything to blog about.=D I don't even have random madness, cause random madness takes effort. Or, at least it does if you want it to be slightly less irritating and slightly more amusing.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I haven't done a single thing since the holidays started. Not a single thing. Speaking of that, I ought to go at least look at my bio stuff but...bleh...lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I have nothing to say you'd think that I would shut up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you should well know by now, having nothing to say will only cause me to rant on and on about absolutely nothing in the most boring fashion imaginable. So, prepared for the worst? Good.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me see...........Damn, I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; don't have anything to say.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, recently I've been feeling too lazy to think...too lazy to think of things to say...or to do....or anything. Hmm, but perhaps that really isn't much of a new development.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I should watch something, or play something.....but what? I've been playing random point'n'click games...mostly escape room games...but there's really so much of that you can do before you get tired of it. I should play a proper game, but what? And I don't want to get caught up and spend so much time on the game.....cause then I'll have to do work and stuff but I would want to play! Anyway, my brother's hogging the Ps2, as always....and shrug. Especially since I'm using my brother's laptop. Hmm.........shrug. Actually I ended up rewatching Gatekeepers 21. I didn't mean to, I just thought I'd watch a bit to take random screenshots (especially since it's sitting here on my desk...)...but ended up rewatching the whole thing. Shrug, not like it's long anyway. But I keep rewatching it cause I like it and it's short. Shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, nobody wants or needs to hear this...so I should reeeeally shut up. But it's giving me something to do.=P So maybe I'll just delete a whole bunch of stuff after I type it out, but that's just sad.=\ But then again, maybe I am just sad. So bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I still don't think saying 'nyah' makes me cat-like. And it certainly doesn't make me a cat. And anyway, many other beings are lazy and take naps and stuff, not just cats. So there.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and now I've simply been just tooooo boring and will now shut up. If I think of anything more to add (or subtract) I shall edit this post. But being lazy and all, I probably won't. So the blog will be stuck with this sad excuse for a post. Ah well, shrug. Who cares? Really.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Observation #2: Boring. Very very boring. Not to mention bored. Despite less insanity observed, level of boringness just too extreme. Something has to be wrong. Recommends further observation because will not have to observe next time and so is evil enough to inflict observation of this deathly boring patient on another being. Muahahaha. Phear me. Indeed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sanity test Level 1 Attempt #2: Failed. (Just tooo boring. Really.)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Petition for release from mental asylum a.k.a. The Nuthouse #2: Rejected.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Nyah.=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109601930266139923?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109601930266139923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109601930266139923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109601930266139923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109601930266139923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/yaaay-i-discovered-how-to-blog-using.html' title='Yaaay!! I discovered how to blog using silly Netscape.^_^'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109583092108003864</id><published>2004-09-22T14:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:28:41.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my sanity go? IT ABANDONED ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="Shelfnut" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Hmmm.... insane (as usual).... and crazy (that's nothing new) and talking to myself.... (and the only difference there is that usually I talk to myself.... but this time I'm talking to myself ON MSN).... yes.... INSANE!!!&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Some random music that I can't remember the name of....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity.... there is nothing like the feeling of TALKING TO ONE'S SELF to send you insane. INSANE!!!! (The sad thing is, I started freaking my own self out.... I was supposed to be using my other email address to freak OTHER people out....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.... Overlord may have thought she was insane, but that's nothing compared to the insanity of the Shelfnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a conversation which poor Overlord was part of..... yes, poor Overlord was a witness to this insanity. (Oh... and both Tinúviel and Berio i Hidh are me :P) (Ignore the times, I just couldn't be bothered deleting them all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:59:18 PM] Ríne: how fun:P&lt;br /&gt;[10:59:34 PM] Tinúviel: indeed&lt;br /&gt;[10:59:40 PM] Ríne: yeah:P&lt;br /&gt;[10:59:58 PM] (F)Berio i H: woah... this is confusing me... that wasn't the idea!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:05 PM] Ríne: heh:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:07 PM] Ríne: wasn't it?:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:26 PM] (F)Berio i H: i think this is the confusing thing:&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:27 PM] (F)Berio i H: Tinúviel says: hello!              &lt;br /&gt;                                Berio i Hídh - I have a dead TV..... DEAD, I tell you says: hey!&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:50 PM] Tinúviel: how weird, Emily.... you talk to yourself????&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:52 PM] Ríne: heh&lt;br /&gt;[11:00:57 PM] Ríne: indeed it is:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:01:05 PM] Tinúviel: how sad&lt;br /&gt;[11:01:16 PM] Ríne: extremely:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:01:21 PM] (F)Berio i H: (you know... this is encouraging my insanity)&lt;br /&gt;[11:01:38 PM] Ríne: (...it is indeed)&lt;br /&gt;[11:01:44 PM] Ríne: (not that it needs it:P)&lt;br /&gt;[11:02:50 PM] Tinúviel: no, indeed it does not&lt;br /&gt;[11:02:59 PM] Ríne: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:11 PM] (F)Berio i H: (I think Tinúviel is slightly more sane that I am :P)&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:19 PM] Ríne: (...............riiiight)&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:21 PM] Tinúviel: am not!&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:30 PM] Ríne: (okay....that just proved a lot of your insanity:P)&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:50 PM] Tinúviel: I don't like this font&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:56 PM] (F)Berio i H: yeah.... it's evil&lt;br /&gt;[11:03:58 PM] Ríne: then change it:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:04:35 PM] Tinúviel: this better?&lt;br /&gt;[11:04:43 PM] Tinúviel: or this?&lt;br /&gt;[11:04:47 PM] (F)Berio i H: hmm... dunno&lt;br /&gt;[11:04:55 PM] Ríne: shrug&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:29 PM] Tinúviel: ok... this is freaking me out...... Tinúviel is going offline now&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:36 PM] Ríne: heh, kay:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:36 PM] (F)Berio i H: noo!!!! Stay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:39 PM] Ríne: bye bye:P&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:47 PM] Ríne: oh dear...why did I say bye bye?&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:47 PM] Tinúviel: bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:51 PM] Ríne: ................=/&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:53 PM] (F)Berio i H: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:55 PM] Ríne: heh&lt;br /&gt;[11:05:57 PM] Tinúviel has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that madness?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... guess what the Shelfnut has gone and done now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTED MAKING CRANES AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crane count: 138!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... so, you would have to say that the insanity of the Shelfnut is thriving well.... and has increased in insanity! Small problem..... where did my sanity go? I know I had it somewhere! I must have left it somewhere... but where oh where did my sanity go????? *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(....Emily, what sanity?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... My SANITY!!!! I know I had it somewhere.... it ran away.... I know where it went.... it went to Middle Earth!!!! HOW DARE IT???? How dare my sanity go off to the place where I want to live and LEAVE ME HERE????? HOW COULD IT BE SO INCONSIDERATE?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails* Ai ai! Ha awarthant nin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(enough insanity for one day?.... yeah, I think so too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109583092108003864?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109583092108003864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109583092108003864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109583092108003864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109583092108003864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/where-did-my-sanity-go-it-abandoned-me.html' title='Where did my sanity go? IT ABANDONED ME!!!!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109576325823319479</id><published>2004-09-21T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:42:38.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aegis is speaking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Fine&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:In the Land of Twilight Under the Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fish Aegis wants to have a say in this blog...so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob  &lt;br /&gt;blob &lt;br /&gt;*splish splash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, that's all he wants to say, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109576325823319479?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109576325823319479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109576325823319479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109576325823319479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109576325823319479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/aegis-is-speaking.html' title='Aegis is speaking!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109455822258738672</id><published>2004-09-07T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:57:02.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology... and cannibalism....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="Shelfnut" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;psychological condition: &lt;/strong&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/strong&gt; Once again, the Jupiter Symphony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may ask why a vegetarian would want to speak about cannibalism, but we had much discussion about it in class today. However, perhaps the conversation which took place OUTSIDE the class will interest (and disturb) you most. Yes, our dear friend Fishie wondered aloud 'I wonder what human flesh would taste like'. Quite frankly, I don't want to know!!!! But Overlord *glares at Overlord*, far from disgusted, said 'I wonder if it would taste like chicken'. PEOPLES!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlord has later taken back her statement. She doesn't reckon human would taste like chicken because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ríne: people are red meat, chicken is white&lt;br /&gt;Ríne: unlikely to taste the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... apart from these disturbing thoughts, I had a totally normal day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my mum and my step-dad are in Canberra, and they could not find anywhere for me to stay the night except alone in my own house, which feels strangely alien! I've decided I could not live alone. Too evil and quiet.... too empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem: When alone, I have a tendancy to talk to myself. And then I half convince myself that I really have gone crazy this time (more that usual :P) and I should shut up or I will go insane. But it does not stop me talking to myself, only talking about not talking to myself, and then the whole brain of Shelfnut goes COMPLETELY MAD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drat.... why does a usually perfectly warm and cosy house seem dark (despite all the lights), cold (despite the heating) and quiet (despite the rain outside)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peoples.... have I really gone insane this time? Will people in white coats come for me soon? Oh please do not let my madness get any worse! I admit to my insanity, but HAVE I GONE INSANE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... this just encourages my talking to myself, so now I will shut up and end this disturbing rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berio i Hídh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109455822258738672?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109455822258738672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109455822258738672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109455822258738672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109455822258738672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/09/biology-and-cannibalism.html' title='Biology... and cannibalism....'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109350226080108577</id><published>2004-08-26T16:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:39:54.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Virus on the loose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Psychological Condition:&lt;i&gt;Insane(like...duh?)&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Audio Anti-Depressant:&lt;i&gt;Butterfly&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahness! I am alone!&lt;br /&gt;Sneeze I shall, unleash the I-virus!&lt;br /&gt;Treeeeeeeemble and fear mortals(and non mortals),&lt;br /&gt;for the I-virus seeks ye out!&lt;br /&gt;You cannot hide, you cannot run!&lt;br /&gt;You cannot fly! And neither can you swim&lt;br /&gt;to escape thy fate!&lt;br /&gt;Once infected, there's no turning back!&lt;br /&gt;Antidotes are non existent&lt;br /&gt;and antibiotics aren't gonna help!&lt;br /&gt;The I-virus damage deep&lt;br /&gt;and even into rusty corners!&lt;br /&gt;So scream, run, dance, eat...&lt;br /&gt;do what you must before it is the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109350226080108577?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109350226080108577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109350226080108577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109350226080108577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109350226080108577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-virus-on-loose.html' title='I-Virus on the loose...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109204667215772538</id><published>2004-08-09T20:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:18:22.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHNESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" align="left" height="100" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="100" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Bored and irritated&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Sakura from Prince of Tennis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, tis true I said all those weird stuff, I am weird after all. And downloading is exhausting! Not the actual downloading itself, but having to find the channel, and then wait in a queue for ages, and then staring at the stupid little gray box that comes up, telling you that your download will finish in another 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that really sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if my mother let me leave the computer on overnight, but she doesn't. So I have to aim to finish as much of it as possible, all the while hoping that the person I am downloading off will come online tomorrow night, and all resumes, or else the whole process begins all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, tis very exhausting. Not the process, but just watching the slow transfer rate fall even slower so that the 7 hours becomes a shocking 8 hours. Gah, it sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does anyone know how to work .mkv type files? I've got a few files like that, and the anime plays with both the Japanese voice and the English voice on at the SAME TIME! Now that is almost as terrible as having to listen to just the plain English voice, which I must say, sounds very heavily accented along the lines of a jock or a preppy depending on whether the person in question is a man or a woman. It simply sucks! And I can't get it to play just one voice! What the hell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no German for the whole of the week! Sweet!! Now I have a free everyday except on Wednesdays! YAYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109204667215772538?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109204667215772538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109204667215772538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109204667215772538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109204667215772538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/08/gahness.html' title='GAHNESS!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109204328183191501</id><published>2004-08-09T18:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:21:21.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What crazy things Lucy said......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="Shelfnut" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Tired.... too much musical rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Other music!!!! NOT FROM THE MUSICAL!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... yes, the crazy things Lucy said.... and will continue to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aya! I have to eat this with my mouth!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Downloading is so tiresome'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... don't we all eat with our mouths, no matter what we're eating? In fact, apart from Veronica's unhelpful comment about inhailing stuff up your nose, isn't that the ONLY way to eat food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'Downloading is tiresome'..... *really* tiresome! Oh no! I have to press my mouse button!  Oh the EFFORT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a quote, directly from the mouth (or keyboard) or Lucy herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Calie [Mou...] - says:&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, if you download the way I do&lt;br /&gt;- Calie [Mou...] - says:&lt;br /&gt;you will know how exhausting it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.... pressing buttons..... SO EXHAUSTING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder the Fishie has enough energy to come to school after such great exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...... enough teasing of the Fishie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Orchestra rehearsal went altogether too long today. It was EVIL!!!! Everyone else got to go home 12 minutes early, but I have to stay 3 hours late! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... musical is on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! Anyone going to come and see the Shelfnut make stupid mistakes while attemptimg to play random notes on her oboe and cor anglais? Anyone? How sad..... my friends do not support the Shelfnut and the school musical. Come, you peopleses! COME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... I will shut up now....... and shut up I will..... maybe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the musical, peoples! COME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109204328183191501?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109204328183191501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109204328183191501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109204328183191501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109204328183191501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-crazy-things-lucy-said.html' title='What crazy things Lucy said......'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109177170624235577</id><published>2004-08-06T15:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:55:06.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh bongue!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Haih gan'd gill buh bongue!!(I can't feel my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Liminality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*locked in a room with only four walls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorethroat! Flu! Cough! ARGH!! WHY is this happening?!?! why why why?! What have I done?! Other than cleaning my room?! I have done nothing wrong! I do not deserve this stupid torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paces around, touches walls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped! Trapped like a rat! And I'm not even a rat! Ugh! stupid mess ups...I demand for some apples! And I want FUJI APPLES! Or better, get me some grape wine! And I want the high quality ones! Not any of those cheap stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks around* Strange...no doors...then how did I get in here?! The shock! The horror! The death! What is this?! I entered a doorless room!! How did I do that?! *looks up* The ceiling....*looks down* The floor...Hm...mystery mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*circles room again* Sighs....there's nothing to do here...*sees and organ, goes over and play a horrible tune* Blah, I'm only at what grade? Sheesh...At most is just ding ding ding...and dong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I shall draw! *scratches wall to make a drawing of a dragon* Wheee!!! *dragon comes to life* ARGHHH!!! *runs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitaminute! I created the dragon, so...I must be able to control it!! *controls dragon, drgon controlled* Wheeee!!!*rides dragon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my trusty non-steed, fire it up! *dragon breathes fire* Hm...that does not bring down the wall...well....DUH!! Fire can't destroy walls! Oh wait...it's suppose to melt! yes! melt! Like Ice cream!! *walls melt into icecream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free!!! *rides dragon to freedom, only to knock right into a tree*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109177170624235577?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109177170624235577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109177170624235577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109177170624235577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109177170624235577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/08/buh-bongue.html' title='Buh bongue!!!!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109160337500547897</id><published>2004-08-04T16:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T17:09:35.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNESS...yus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" align="left" height="100" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="" align="left" height="100" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="100" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Mad...what else would we be?&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Stuff...yus, random stuff from my playlist that I am to lazy to check the names of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hallo all! It has been ages since I came and posted...though Emmy-chan posts regularly, but I'm lazy, what did you expect? Yus, I am lazy, very lazy. Perhaps not the laziest in the universe, but something close to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But you won the LAZINESS competition.... remember? You were crowned 'Laziest person in the UNIVERSE'!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But...but there may be weird little life forms out there that are lazier than I! You know, stuff that we haven't seen before, nor caught wind of...stuff that the Americans are spending millions of dollars trying to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But... you *are* one of those forms of life that Americans are spending millions to find..... they just haven't found you yet! Hey.... if we turn you in, will we get a reward???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me? A weird lifeform? Never! You will not get a penny from turning me in (actually...don't turn me into the cops that manage traffic...my record there isn't so good...*thinking about dashing across roads and getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; run over by the same car...twice...) But anyways, no, you will not get money from those weirdos that are looking for aliens, for I am no alien! I am a girl! Girl I say!! Even though no one believes me...but I am a girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hehe.... well, you are weird, and you're a life form, so doesn't that make you a weird life form? And yes.... we know you're a girl...... but human? We're not so sure of that. I thought you were a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Geh...teh real weird life form is you Shelfnut...all she-elfed but neuter at the same time. And I am a human! Just with a nickname that is Fishie...see, I eat fish! I think they're stupid! But then again, everyone does, and I could just be some fish at the top of a food chain. Sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I AM NOT NEUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heh...says the netuer one. Mwahahaha! Neuter and oldie as well! Alte!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I don't want to be old!!!!! Just because I was born a year before you doesn't mean I'm old!!!!! It just means I get to drive and vote before all of you younger peopleses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Peopleses isn't a proper word!!!!!!! And don't rub it in, just because you can drive earlier! In the end, it will be you who must act as a driver and haul us non-driving people around. Not that we can't drive ourselves and run poor defenseless kitties over, but the stupid government believes we're not responsible enough. I am responsible! I can look after myself! I know which animals to run over and which it leave alone! See! I am responsible! I deserve my license...instead of having to wait another three years before being granted my "P" plate. Damn lousy system that is so terribly...ageist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You know which animals to run over, and which not to run over? How about you don't runover ANY of them!!!!!!  (and can I say..... 3 years! HAHAHAHAHA! I have only 9 months!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gah! Tis not fair! That the weirdo Shelfnut-chan gets to drive a car before the rest of us! She is no less crazier than we! And she is just as likely as me to run over poor defenseless kitties (no, the cats aren't defenseless, and they aren't poor! Kitties are evil!! Evil I tell ya!!) Anyways *cough*...yus...cats should be run over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well..... cats and foxes..... well I suppose they sometimes deserve to die, but isn't being run over too horrible a death, even for them????  No..... they deserve to DISAPPEAR ALTOGETHER!!!! And the should LEAVE MY POOR PETS ALONE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;See? Even the animal freak wants cats to die! Besides, it's either getting run over by a car or being tied in a sack with rocks and thrown into the river. One or the other, that is the fate that befalls all kitties in my eyes...except for those cute little things that have no tail...heh, they're weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Because they're weird, we don't have to kill them?? And no..... cats should not be drowned!!!! That's just too horrible a fate, even for them! They should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cut off their whiskers!!!!!!! They lose all sense of balance and go smashing into walls!! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I *was* going to say 'put them to sleep', but NO..... Lucy just had to interrupt with her evil plans!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yohoho! Cat's that can't keep their balance and walk with their heads hitting the ground! Bwahahah! Tis funny indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yus, we should leave you all alone now, shouldn't we...We have been very weird...which is not very unusual, but nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BYE!!!!!!!! If you see a cat, or especially a fox..... GLARE AT IT!!!!!!  It DESERVES to be GLARED at..... at the very least!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She means killed. Put them in a sack with stones and throw it over a bridge into the river!!! BWAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NO!!!!! You are TOO evil!!!! You evil minion! Your evil Fishie!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone! I think we should probably end our neverending rantage and leave you in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! I am evil!!! Neato!!! Ya~ oh yes, we should leave you guys alone. *cough* yes...bye peoples!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; postage &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; brough &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        FISHIE!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Shelfnut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109160337500547897?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109160337500547897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109160337500547897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109160337500547897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109160337500547897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/08/maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadnessyus.html' title='MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADNESS...yus...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109119997387024916</id><published>2004-07-30T23:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T01:06:13.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The nothing-ness of Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Ugh...mercy...&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:nothing....I hear nothing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pain! oh the stress of too much cookies! And I need new anime music to listen to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109119997387024916?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109119997387024916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109119997387024916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109119997387024916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109119997387024916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/nothing-ness-of-nothing.html' title='The nothing-ness of Nothing'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109117971669198126</id><published>2004-07-30T19:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T02:35:54.510+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So returneth the sane(self-verified) one to a much changed Nuthouse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; Sane!!Sane I say!How could&amp;nbsp;I not be sane?? For sane is what I am!! Yes yes yes. None other but sane could I be. For if I were not sane, me I would not be.....Or I might....but then I'd be sane!!.....Sane I tell you!! ....Yes....sane.^_^(&lt;--joy of sanity)(&lt;--deluded)(&lt;--nuuu!!not deluded!! sane!!)(&lt;--see?what did I say?)(&lt;--lies!! Lies you said!)(&lt;--such delusions....)(&lt;--outright and blatant lies!!I'm sane....)(&lt;--Uh huh..suuuure you are)(&lt;--*nods* *is happy*)(&lt;--joy of delusions..)(&lt;--Joy??Joy!!^_^)(&lt;--Ah..riight. No comment.*rolls eyes*)(&lt;--Hmm? what?)(&lt;--..nevermind...)(&lt;--'kay then.^_^)(&lt;--ignorance really is bliss....)(&lt;--Hee.^_^)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt; I'm here from Madlax&lt;/em&gt; &amp; whatever the blog music is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And so endeth freedom...*sigh* *struggles in straightjacket size extra-crazy* *loses hope* *falls into the deep dark pit of despair* Ouch!! *despairs* *gets bored of despairing* *yawns* *considers random, suddenly appearing, handy ladder* .....Nah, too much effort. *makes self comfortable in anticipation of long stay* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......*gets more bored.....* *looks around* *realises the deep dark pit of despair is dark* *realises inability to see anything* *turns on random, suddenly appearing, never before mentioned torch* *looks around* Ooooo, the changed.....*prods* *realises the sad lack of content-less rants which bore all to tears and all to demand the word-limit that will never exist* *in a fit of perceived generosity decides to rectify situation* *settles self at keyboard* *And begins...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, and just in case you didn't notice, I'm back. Well, for a post at any rate. I have hijacked my brother's computer..Muahahahaa!! Well..sorta...actually..he's out. And so, kind as I am, I have come to grace you all with my presence. No no, no need to thank and grovel (though you can if you want), though 'tis only natural for you to do so, being as great as I am. (Memo to self:deflate ego after dinner) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..oops...dinnertime.....Well, not to worry! I shall be back and shall continue my post!=D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......Hey! I heard that!!*glare* *glower**and such..* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Or not? Who knows? (You do.) (I do?) (Yes, you do.) (Really?) (Well, obviously..)(Oh...but....but.......I don't....)(No, you do.)(Are you quite quite sure?)(Yes!!)(Oh fine then..if you say so..)(Yes yes yes, I say so)(Oh..fine then....if you insist...) Time will tell....(And you.)(I will?)(Yes, you will.)(Really?)(Yes!!)(Are you quite quite sure?)(Argh!!Why are you so annoying??)(I'm annoying?)(Ahhhh!!)(Heh?)(Just....die.......)(Die?Me?..Die???But.....why???)(Because you're bloody annoying!!)(I am?)(Yes!!In fact, you're so annoying that I'd kill myself if I were you!!(You are...)No! I refuse to be!(But you are...)Oh, hush.(Fine then...but you still are..)Quiet I say! Nyah! Just...shush.(Geez..fine then.&amp;nbsp;Touchy touchy....)Ahem....Anyway..yes....Kindly die, please.)(But I don't&amp;nbsp;wanna die....I'm too young to die!!)(Oh..fine then..Don't die...Just..shut up....)(Oh..fine then..*sulks*)(Yes! Thank you!)(*sulks*)(*rolls eyes*)&amp;nbsp;So..until time decides to let out its little secret...Don't hold your breath.=P (Like anyone would....)(Oh, shut&amp;nbsp;up!)(Tch! Fine then...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Observation #1:&amp;nbsp;Ability to hold lengthy, drawn out conversations and&amp;nbsp;arguments with self quite worrying.&amp;nbsp;Further observation recommended.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sanity test Level 1 Attempt #1: Failed.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Petition for release from mental asylum a.k.a Nuthouse #1: Rejected.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109117971669198126?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109117971669198126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109117971669198126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109117971669198126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109117971669198126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-returneth-saneself-verified-one-to.html' title='So returneth the sane(self-verified) one to a much changed Nuthouse...'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109109530778381228</id><published>2004-07-29T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:01:47.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LOOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: muahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Sakura Wars(d'oy)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Here's the new blog look! like it? hate it? need more content? Need crabs(though I do not know why)? Just tell me, and I shall see what I can do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to change it from time to time still, having to add some buttons and all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109109530778381228?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109109530778381228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109109530778381228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109109530778381228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109109530778381228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-look.html' title='NEW LOOK!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109075711711714975</id><published>2004-07-25T21:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T19:40:45.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="Shelfnut" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Happy!!!! HAPPY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: You know, random musical stuff&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCY!!!!! Lucy is now officially the laziest person in the UNIVERSE!!! The tournament was held today at the Melbourne Sports and Aquatics Centre, and continued all the way through the city and all the way to Overlord's house, where the contestants were finally allowed to collapse in a chair and eat food! &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got the contestants to play badminton (and mum and I played too) and we played 3 games. First game - Overlord and Shelfnut v. Mum and Fishie: 15 - 12 (I think) with the Overlord-Shelfnut team winning! Second game - Overlord and Mum v. Fishie and Shelfnut: 15 - 8 (I think) with the Fishie-Shelfnut team winning (hmm.... I seem to be winning everything). Third game (and this was the true competition) - Overlord v. Fishie! This game was to decide the winner of the Laziness competition! The loser would undoubtedly be the laziest person in the world! &lt;br /&gt;Overlord started off strongly, leaving the poor Fishie struggling to gain even a point. At 8-0, it looked as if Fishie was doomed to a life of laziness. However, Fishie fought back, slowly gaining one point and then another until she had quite a respectable score. Overlord, unwilling to claim the Laziness Crown, fought back and soon the score was 14 - 8! The poor Fishie was unable to make a come back, and Overlord won: 15 - 8! &lt;br /&gt;Lucy was now the Queen of Laziness, and set about proving why she came to hold such a title. Holding onto my arm for support (not to mention the fact that I would then half-drag her along, so she wouldn't have to walk) she paraded down the street as unbalanced as she could as we searched for sushi. We continued down the street in search of pencil lead (because Lucy, who always steals mine, had taken one of my last pieces of lead..... and I gave her some for Christmas so she wouldn't steal mine anymore!!!! (It seems my plans never work...)) and Lucy wanted to buy some paper for her folder. But when we finally found the paper, she didn't want to buy it because 'she would have to carry it home'. LAZINESS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;By this time, the two contestants were feeling tired and wanted to go home, but the poor Shelfnut needed to go to the toilet and found one in a bookshop. Here the problem arose. There were steps leading downwards into the bookshop (you know... bookshop was downstairs in a basement type thing) which were fine for walking down, but poor Fishie lacked the energy to climb back up them! (And need I tell you who pulled Lucy up the stairs???) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Overlord isn't THAT lazy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we had planned to return to my house, but I didn't have a key (silly me), so when we got to my house I could not get in, and no one was home. So again, we all had to walk...... to Overlord's house! (Not that I minded, but the poor Fishie looked about to die....) So, when at last we all reached Overlord's house, we were faced with yet another obstacle: STAIRS! The Fishie struggled up the stairs, I would say at snail pace, but given that she's a fish it must be the pace of a fish. At last the ordeal was over! Fishie could sit and drink and eat.... and play games! Games that only required the movement of one's fingers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... do you agree that the world's laziest person is indeed the laziest person you've ever heard of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109075711711714975?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109075711711714975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109075711711714975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109075711711714975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109075711711714975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is.....'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109066992153201290</id><published>2004-07-24T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:02:30.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laziest people in the Universe.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="100" alt="Shelfnut" hspace="5" src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" width="100" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Crazy!!!! (but when am I ever not????) &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Jupiter symphony (it rules!!!)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... are going to play Badminton tomorrow! WHEEEEEEE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... you might be wondering who these lazy people are.... (although, I must say, it's pretty easy to guess). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... laziest person in the universe contestant 1: It is she who sits upon her dark throne of evil and glares down at her minions (or in some cases, up) and sends them off to accomplish her evil plans. She hates the sun, for she likes her life in the shadows. She, unlike her equally lazy friend the Fish, does not walk home or catch public transport, but is driven all but&amp;nbsp;4 and a bit blocks to her house! (ok... I must admit, my house is closer, but at least I &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; there!!!) Often, when a suggestion is made, you will hear the whine of 'but that involves &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt;!' Of all the lazy people in the world, she is indeed one of the laziest, rivalled only by the Fish who could at least plead the unwillingness to walk is because fish have no legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have laziest person in the universe contestant no. 2: This Fish, who has become so lazy as to need help walking up the stairs (and may I just say.... &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;the one who pulls her up the stairs or hurries her up whenever she walks along at snail pace). She, who will never bring her books to class when she knows that Shelfnut will bring them too (&lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;annoying, especially when we have biology and the general maths, and I bring books and she brings none) The fish, who lives on the outer suburbs, is often heard complaining about the long trip home and the agonising walk to collect her brother from school (only to get there and find that someone else has already been and collected him). The Fish, who dislikes work in all forms, and will often say 'Work? What work?'. This Fish has no balance to speak of, and it is not impossible to push her over by poking her. She will often hang on people's arms to aid her in walking, not because anything is wrong with her legs but because she cannot be bothered standing up properly. An excellent contestant in this competition, and well placed to win. The only thing in her way at the moment is her evil Overlord, and this competition between the&amp;nbsp;minion and her Overlord will be a close one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... so who do you think is the lazier one? All I can say is.... it's not me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... tomorrow I will see if I can break the&amp;nbsp;laziness of these two lazy people, and we will see the two lazy people compete in badminton. The loser will wear the crown.... the crown of LAZINESS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now wouldn't it be funny if they both beat me..... then &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; would be the laziest person in the world..... but it's NOT going to happen!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109066992153201290?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109066992153201290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109066992153201290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109066992153201290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109066992153201290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/laziest-people-in-universe.html' title='The Laziest people in the Universe.....'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109031927496809702</id><published>2004-07-20T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T20:27:54.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...and...I...have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: ok&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: The World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sun! MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAAaaa!!!!!! And rain! ITS SO COOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109031927496809702?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109031927496809702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109031927496809702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109031927496809702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109031927496809702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/andihave.html' title='...and...I...have...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-109002375115664771</id><published>2004-07-17T10:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T10:22:31.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolf the red nosed ROOSTER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Happy! It's SNOWING, I tell you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: silence &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooster? What happened to reindeer? Hmmm.... let me think.... perhaps I have more proof of the madness of this family, but I now have a rooster called Rudolf!!!! And we also have a hen called Queenie!!!! Yes, the mad family has once again increased its amount of pets, and I feel VERY HAPPY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no jokes about eating my chickens.... ok?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other crazy thing..... it snowed a few minutes ago! SNOW!!!! I love Woodend... it rules! SNOW!!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always said if it wants to get all cold and evil, it might as well snow to make the cold slightly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... my feet are freezing off, and I have to go sit in front of the fire.... bye peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice non-snowy weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berio i Hidh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-109002375115664771?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/109002375115664771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=109002375115664771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109002375115664771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/109002375115664771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/rudolf-red-nosed-rooster.html' title='Rudolf the red nosed ROOSTER!!!!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-10895389938920704</id><published>2004-07-11T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T19:43:13.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL...thats not good at all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/linda.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: empty &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: nothingness its more of food anti-depressant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday gone so bloody fast......so so fast and i'm so so sad to leave my lazy and gaining weight time......................why? why? oh, why? *stuffing myself with food*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-10895389938920704?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/10895389938920704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=10895389938920704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/10895389938920704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/10895389938920704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/07/schoolthats-not-good-at-all.html' title='SCHOOL...thats not good at all....'/><author><name>Mei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725182968979686857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108808689599186177</id><published>2004-06-25T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:21:35.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looky! new member(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!!! I shall advertise my fic once again....soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow! SPORTS DAY! And guess what...Marching! GAh! Wish me luck people! :) Oh darn...too late...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunbound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108808689599186177?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108808689599186177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108808689599186177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108808689599186177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108808689599186177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/heh_25.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108798539284942299</id><published>2004-06-23T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:09:52.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday BOBBY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: hmmm... tired &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:the quiet hum of my computer and the noise of messages (on msn) coming through every so often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bobby! S/he has turned 15 at last! Hehe... otherwise s/he wouldn't have been recommended to watch Othello today! But I suppose they would only kick you out of an MA15+ movie.... but M movies just have a recommendation that people younger than 15 shouldn't see them. Anyway, who takes any notice of that? I don't know anyone who would say 'I can't go to that movie because I can't watch M rated films until I turn 15'. Imagine! Younger people wouldn't see Lord of the Rings! LORD OF THE RINGS!!!!! LORD OF THE RINGS!!!! (sorry... should I repeat myself again? LORD OF THE RINGS!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.... yes, you could say that the Shelfnut has gone crazy! (Or you could say that the Shelfnut went crazy a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time ago...) LORD OF THE RINGS!!!! I want to see the extended version of the 3rd movie! Why does the extended version always take so long to come out???? I WANT TO SEE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... this post started out as a 'Happy Birthday Bobby' post..... but I suppose that idea got eaten up by Lord of the Rings (as many of my ideas do). Sorry Bobby! Back to blabbing on about Bobby's birthday! We all put our money together and bought some art stuff (pencils, art book thingy, other pencils.... and stuff) but I couldn't come with everyone to buy them because I had orchestra reheasal. So I didn't know much more about the presents than Bobby, despite the fact that I contributed to buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.... I don't know what else to write. Oh, we watched Othello today, and I definately liked the version we watched in the performance centre better than the black and white one we started to watch in english today. I still don't quite get the whole story, but I suppose I'll figure it out eventually. Did anyone understand why Iago wanted to make it look like Cassio and Dedemona had fallen in love? What how could it benefit him??? Maybe I have become stupid.... but I didn't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... I should go now.... but one more thing, LORD OF THE RINGS RULES!!!! AND SO DOES E-PRIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and the madness ends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and dies a horrible death*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*like those people in the movie today..... 4 people dying in about 10 minutes, and they all collapse on the same bed..... I know this sounds stupid, but I felt sorry for the bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Berio i Hídh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108798539284942299?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108798539284942299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108798539284942299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108798539284942299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108798539284942299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday-bobby.html' title='Happy Birthday BOBBY!!!!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108797752709916742</id><published>2004-06-23T17:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T17:58:47.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Insanely high&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/b&gt; "Happy Birthday, Mr Smithers!"&lt;br /&gt;My friends are THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU ALL OF YOU! SO MUCH!!! ^_____________________________________________________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108797752709916742?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108797752709916742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108797752709916742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108797752709916742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108797752709916742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/psychological-condition-insanely-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Draco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02797074577828591281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108771279807322026</id><published>2004-06-20T16:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T16:26:38.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Bored...very bored&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: 1000 words from FFX-2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Joy! I have finally found my username...or rather overlord found it in the members list. Yay! I won't forget it again, at least I hope I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad. The exams are over, and yet all we can do is sit in front of our computers and complain about how bored we are. Well, at least that's all I can do. So far, all I've managed to do is get myself stuck in the Cloister of Trails at Zanarkand in FFX, finish watch Home Alone 3 once again, get my computer screwed while trying to install Alice, watch some random episodes of Full Moon wo Sagashite due to lack of other stuff to watch since overlord is being cruel and refusing to lend me stuff, and type some more chapters for my lame stories and download a whole lot of anime music videos and FMVs. It sucks, what's everyone else doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the exams are over! We must all celerbrate...well, we kind of did the celerbration a while ago...and watch movies! When is Spider Man 2 coming out? Need to watch...and try to get my hands on some more anime before I die of boredom. Seriously, and my comptuer just has to stuff up with the games. It's like a plague of boredom has arrived at my door step, and since then, I had not been able to find anything to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no more ranting for me. Good day to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Undead lackey-fishie has found herself in the Nuthouse once again, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie [why are all the decent guys 2D?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108771279807322026?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108771279807322026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108771279807322026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108771279807322026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108771279807322026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108737220566625996</id><published>2004-06-16T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:53:14.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Extremely happy&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Prokofiev's 'Romeo and Juliet'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! Today was the end of exams for the Shelfnut, although I know that Fishie and Overlord and Linda and various other unfortunate people who do Physics or Studio Art have an exam tomorrow. Good luck peoples! Maer galu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from wishing you all good luck for tomorrow, I have to say 'Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!' (but then you can laugh at me when I have orchestra at lunchtime.... so it's all fair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Tomorrow I'm going to Lucy's house and we will make (...wait for it...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I hope that doesn't stuff up the tag board like it did last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I get to play a concert on Friday AT THE MELBOURNE CONCERT HALL!!!! How cool is that!!!! I massively hope I don't stuff up my solo, because that really would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... some Arianna (my little sister) quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Emmy is married to Robin' (she's got this whole thing about people being married, and she thinks I'm married to my step-dad.... and she doesn't know of my mum's existance yet, so I suppose the confusion is understandable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't mind my crazy family.... if you really want me to I will explain it all, but I really can't be bothered right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh drat... I can't remember the other funny things she said, but she always thinks that 'Emmy is going home on the train' (I've only gone home by train twice) and when she plays snakes and ladders she doesn't understand that it's not a good thing to go down the snakes ('Anna go down the snake! No! Anna go down the SNAAAAKKEE!!!' *cries*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like she, like me, has no hope of being normal... but then again, what is normal anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I should go now, but I have to say one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108737220566625996?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108737220566625996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108737220566625996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108737220566625996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108737220566625996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/exams-are-over-yay.html' title='Exams are over!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108684933605271880</id><published>2004-06-10T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T16:35:36.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Fine&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Salva nos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created a new poem! go there! And review! And now...if only someone can help translate it into French or Italian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1633123"&gt;Sing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rine, I have finally posted the net chapter of Blood Rage Devils!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108684933605271880?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108684933605271880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108684933605271880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108684933605271880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108684933605271880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/psychological-condition-fine-audio.html' title=''/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108676472483066218</id><published>2004-06-09T16:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T17:06:18.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Canta per me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Bored&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Canta per me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am bored..I shall do this! *makes helluva noise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I shall begin with saying that I admired Rine from far! Why do you ask, first, apart from the looks, the grammar! Yeash! an author like me requires good command of grammar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sweet demons of mine! my onions grew! finally...yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...what a pain...my holidays are coming to an end soon...sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday...what happened over the last few days...I never wished for it. ITs hateful to have something so tragic to happen around birthdays. Why? First, its hard to forget your own birthday, and at the same time, you might remember that event again because it was close to your birthday! ISN'T IT ANNOYING?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat sushi now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really like terriyaki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know...to be really frank, I really have no where to go other than Elftown, Valhalla, and the Nuthouse in my online life! What a shame, is it not? I used to have the recess board, but it has died, I used to go to Neopets...but now it sucks, I used to go...oh yeash! VG music! Friendster? nah...not fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempra la cetra e canta...&lt;br /&gt;il inno di morte...&lt;br /&gt;a noi si schiude il ciel...&lt;br /&gt;volano al raggio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108676472483066218?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108676472483066218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108676472483066218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108676472483066218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108676472483066218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/canta-per-me.html' title='Canta per me...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108676215180686671</id><published>2004-06-09T15:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:38:29.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness!!!!!!!!!! Madness I tell you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="Fishie" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="OVERLORD!!!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: 'Hehehehehe hehehehehehehehehehe' (courtesy of all of us)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we have a three-person post!!!! Mwahahahahahahaha! And I just have to say; BURN THE GAT!!! (I brought home my copy of the GAT for the sole purpose of burning it! Curse the rain as I walked home, drenching my GAT beyond recognition and making it impossible to burn until it dries off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. . . So let's just kill lucy instead. *strangles* But then again, that would take too much effort. Fish are too stupid to be killed easily. The more simple the organism is, the more stuff it seems to be able to survive. How interesting. Or maybe not. Shrug. -ness. And stuff. Now, though I have nothing to say I shall keep typing anyway, just keep typing and typing until someone comes to relieve me. Lalala. Or not. Hmm, I see no reason to burn the GAT. Though it is stupid and boring, I don't think burning it is the right course of action. You ought to keep it so you can check your answers at a later date and find out how stupid you were (and still are). Of course, that's only if you bother to actually write your answers on the question paper......f00s. Coloured metallic pen thingies with silver and stuff in them are nice. Pretty they are. Crosswords are stupid. Do you know why I said that? Because lucy's doing one. Duh. And stanley knives are clearly for cutting stuff. Why else would one have one? Windchimes are nice aren't they? Never had one though. And why am I saying this randomly? Simple. Because I don't have anything in particular to say. Duh. How boring. Muahahahahahaa! I shall bore you all! And stuff. . . . Why is not one coming to claim their turn on the computer? How odd. Well, they are odd. That's the point. I feel sleepy...........*yawn* and stuff. Oh fear! Today shelfnut actually had food!!! Cause her mom was home and so we could -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Interrupted the random nothingness! MY RABBIT IS SOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!! PEOPLES!!!! Come see RABBIT!!! RABBITTTTT!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Riiight....Ahem. As I was saying.....We could eat. Yes, eat. And what's with the 'peoples' anyway? Gah! Plural 'people' already is. Nyah. And 'people's is wronger than 'wronger'. Indeed. Yes, anyway, rabbit, yes. The nameless black rabbit. *glares at fishie who tries to strangle me with a measuring tape* *fishie continues to do so* *life expectancy for fishie not looking too great* *no, not too great at all* *Indeed.* Excuse me, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha! While Overlord strangles Lucy, I can type nonsense!!! CUTE RABBIT!!! Should I call her Arwen? Or Athena? Or Noir? Ok, maybe I should give the computer over to Lucy so this really will be a Shelfnut-Overlord-Fishie post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lucy????? Earth calling Lucy!!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy not home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... that was Lucy's contribution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, and the deers and antelope play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..... ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should probably end this madness.... would that be a good idea????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... before we all kill each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kills fishie and shelfnut first so that that will not become a problem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodnight! ^_^ (&lt;--sweet innocent smile. Indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108676215180686671?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108676215180686671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108676215180686671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108676215180686671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108676215180686671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/madness-madness-i-tell-you.html' title='Madness!!!!!!!!!! Madness I tell you!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108667347184222085</id><published>2004-06-08T15:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T15:44:31.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A threesome?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Pretty good&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Galway by Emiko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My onions are finally growing! wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egads! Now a crab joins in! Oh well...after all, it was the crab who started the whole thing, ah well, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I can join in the fun, but perhaps it is for the best that I stay in happy little Malaysia for now. Or else, I'd be running around with an axe after a certain person. And ya know...by just reading, I can already tell who's who...:P I think...oh well...if its done by one person, NOT BAD! you impersonated everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ONIONS ARE GROWING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108667347184222085?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108667347184222085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108667347184222085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108667347184222085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108667347184222085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/threesome.html' title='A threesome?!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108665958064661515</id><published>2004-06-08T11:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T11:53:00.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/linda.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: headache&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: nothing-ness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK on your exams ppl!!! poor emily got exam the whole first week :) just realised. Damn english teacher give my class an essay which is due TODAY. me no want to go to school today but have to, to hand it in :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108665958064661515?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108665958064661515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108665958064661515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108665958064661515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108665958064661515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/psychological-condition-headache-audio.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725182968979686857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108657830042786130</id><published>2004-06-07T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T13:18:20.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;mental state:&lt;/b&gt; Argumentative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yaaayyyy Yaaayyy!! Yeeeesssss? Yeeeeeessssss? Yeeeeessssss? (courtesy of lucy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all. We are here today with another round of pure, undiluted madness in this hollow house of shelfnut. I apologize in advance for the pain and trauma this will cause you. (No, I'm not *really* sorry.=D) Thank you for your patience.^__^ (&lt;--sweet, innocent smile. Indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this time we have already established that Fishie is crazy, and we will not have to get her to prove it with random outbursts of madness like she did in the last multiple-person post last time she was at the hollow house of the Shelfnut. (eg: 'Cooookies! Cooookies and iceecream!!!!!!!!! ect....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Once again, Overlord is moving around with attempts to kill poor Fishie who has done nothing wrong at all! *random laughter sounds in the background*. I am a Chinese girl!! We all know that! It is nothing unusual...*more random "China Girl!" going on in background*...courtesy of Overlord, the mad leader of this legion of insane things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Things* is accurate. And..I refuse to be their source of madness! They lie! Lie I say! Indeed. Anyway, the laughter was not random. We were laughing at fishie. Duh. And what we meant was that fishie in pigtails the other day wearing that yellow jacket of hers looks incredibly china-girl-like, somehow. My sister thought so too! And then we laughed at her random grammar mistake for no particular reason. And now they are looking at a spotty Oxford dictionary. *yawn* And now they speak of 'tink'. And 'tinkers' and such. And then shelfnut pounds the dictionary. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know.... the random radical madness can seem quite freaky, and it is not surprising that the accusation that Overlord is the source of our madness has been madness met with disbelief and denial. However, the Fishie and the Shelfnut have come to the conclusion that no matter what Overlord says she is still the source of our madness! Before she came along we were perfectly sane! SANE I tell you! SANE!!!! And then Overlord came and turned us into minions and we became all insane and crazy! And then Lucy decided she (it) was a fish, and the Shelfnut became an Elf (not that she wasn't in the first place.... and why am I talking about myself in the 3rd person????). Overlord! STOP strangling the FISHIE! Not only are you depriving her of her supply of water (by ordering her to follow you around without a fishtank) but you are now depriving her of her source of oxygen as well!!!! STOP IT! If you deprive Fishie of air, then you will not only be a murderer but you will be depriving yourself of a minion!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*choke! Splutter*...*asphyxiates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishie distracted by Overlord pulling her hair-tie out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Shelfnut resumes her ranting!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (maybe we should stop with the random redical ranting, and talk about - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (sorry about that interruption.... Fishie is not only air and water deprived, but cookie deprived as well) I was saying... we should talk about how we did in our biology exam! I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised, but not everyone shares my optimism. I have to say..... it was the seal! THE SEAL I TELL YOU!!!! (as well as the 23 other lucky charms I carried into the exam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Fishie and Overlord are fighting over a random piece of cloth.... how sad! (it's the remaining material from my elf cloak) (ok.. I'm being strangled with a random piece of cloth..... *chokes and dies*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fishie chokes to death after being strangled with a zip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shelfnut chokes to death after being strangled with a zip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahhaaaa! Both dead. Finally! ^__^ (&lt;--sweet, innocent smile. Indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108657830042786130?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108657830042786130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108657830042786130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108657830042786130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108657830042786130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/mental-state-argumentative-audio.html' title=''/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108618961584596862</id><published>2004-06-03T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T01:24:11.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a...pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: On the edge of giving up...&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Kalidar&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I back away? Never have I thought that I would even say this one day...Anyway...to liven up the mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Zee horror!&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! Zee terror!&lt;br /&gt;For two become one!&lt;br /&gt;An elf cross nut, a fish! What fun!&lt;br /&gt;Let us sing! Let us dance!&lt;br /&gt;While we are still in madness trance!&lt;br /&gt;Party we shall!&lt;br /&gt;Or in your ears I will yell!&lt;br /&gt;toss aside the pain,&lt;br /&gt;For insanity we shall gain!&lt;br /&gt;Under the moon we howl,&lt;br /&gt;Until Rine cries foul!&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least the chaos flows!&lt;br /&gt;In this silliness we indulged ourselves in,&lt;br /&gt;let's make a real din!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's make a story,&lt;br /&gt;And it does not require a real history!&lt;br /&gt;In the land of onion rings,&lt;br /&gt;Where garlics are the real things!&lt;br /&gt;There lives a crab,&lt;br /&gt;Who talks a lot of crap,&lt;br /&gt;Is suddenly tossed into a pot!&lt;br /&gt;It yells, "Oh! How did I land to such a spot?"&lt;br /&gt;A pinch of salt, a slice of garlic,&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, it finds an ancient relic!&lt;br /&gt;It has the face of a cow,&lt;br /&gt;and the body of a cat, wow!&lt;br /&gt;With it, the crab escapes,&lt;br /&gt;and again, it finds some grapes!&lt;br /&gt;So the crab lives happily ever after,&lt;br /&gt;one wish, it wants to be rich, faster.&lt;br /&gt;And there I am done,&lt;br /&gt;this story I have done for none,&lt;br /&gt;of course now, you all have seen,&lt;br /&gt;A story so unique,&lt;br /&gt;done with a certain technique.&lt;br /&gt;At last, I shall say one more about my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me many a times, a torture, the coldest.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a piece of art, I will send,&lt;br /&gt;As of now...I have wounds to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two paths in front of me, &lt;br /&gt;which shall I look, which I shall see.&lt;br /&gt;One of defeat, one of suffering,&lt;br /&gt;man, this is so stressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108618961584596862?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108618961584596862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108618961584596862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108618961584596862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108618961584596862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-apain.html' title='What a...pain...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108607896168617918</id><published>2004-06-01T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T18:36:01.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shelfnut and Fishie unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychological condition: INSANE!!!!!! The both of us&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: radical laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with an EXTRA mad post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ok, Lucy.... we get the point.... radical laughter indeed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...yes...*cough*...*insert more radical laughter* you know me, can't be bothered to type the actual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the laziness..... well, that's why we call her Lazy Lucy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Lucy laughs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peoples.... does any of this make any sense to you whatsoever? (I'm not so sure it makes sense to me either....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!!! The suicide bombers explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the EVIL has taken over the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! Evil!! I told you they were evil! But noo...no one believed me!! Well now you see!! We shall all become slaves of the evil mitochondria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... slaves to something inside ourselves..... hmmm, that would be interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO! The mitochondria have already got Shelfnut under their control!! NOOOOOOOOO!! Don't listen to her people!! Save yourselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(says she who is crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIES!! Absolute blatant lies!! I am not crazy, I am perfectly sane. Do not doubt my sanity. I have always been sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when someone says 'trust me', for some reason who suddenly doubt them. When Lucy says 'I'm perfectly sane' --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COOOOOOOOOOKIES!!!!!!!!!!!! COOOOOOOKIES AND CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--for some reason I don't quite believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BWA! Hufflepuff!! Munching on bread and stuff!! Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch munch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes.... we get the point.... she's eating! That's what rabbits do when they eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow swallow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat ... Ohhhhh...Home English Home moment...Cat cat, dog dog, lion lion, EAT EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....prehaps we should get back to studying.... however, our biology notes seem to contain random madness (like quadruple brackets (and radical laughter (and even something about heterotrophs needing to 'munch munch' (and other stuff)))).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACKMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random little round things with mouths moving across the page*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Lucy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*splutter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lives again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lives again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loses will to type*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But will never actually die (Shelfnut, this is) because I am an elf!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I shall never die, for I am the insane who does not possess a die-able mind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loses will to type*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shelfnut pushes Fishie over* The END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOT!" yells Fishie from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-close Shelfnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------Weird entry brought to you by Shelfnut and Fishie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108607896168617918?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108607896168617918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108607896168617918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108607896168617918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108607896168617918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/shelfnut-and-fishie-unite.html' title='The Shelfnut and Fishie unite!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108607043270160468</id><published>2004-06-01T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T16:13:52.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>muahahaha! fear my post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: In the land of twilight...&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Under the Moon...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treeeeeemble and fear mortals! Fishes! Elves! Buckets! Crabs! Rabbits! WHOEVER HERE!&lt;br /&gt;THE ultimate doom has come!&lt;br /&gt;your soul in absolute fear!&lt;br /&gt;For we have kicked sanity to kingdom-come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;heh?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;hn?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;meow~&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;meow!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;hee hee..so many cats.....=D&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;vroom!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;let us all speak E-rpime&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;.....?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;E-prime?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;E-prime!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;though I don't even know what it is...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;e-prime refers to englsih without the use of the verb 'to be'&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;whazzat&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;how about was?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, e-prime^_^&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;I just explained it!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;how does e-prime work&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;was?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;no was! no is! no are!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;nod nod&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;then got what?!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;got whatlah...&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;8nods*&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;then how to say anything&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;.......heh?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;somehow...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;Xiu Xian&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;we'd like a demonstration&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, a demonstration?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;well, give me a sentence&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, how do I start?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;in un-e-prime&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;To those who have completely NO idea what I'm talking about, its hard to explain...Just know, that turning away is the hardest thing for me to do. But really...even a mighty warrior knows when to give up and continue the battle on another day another place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;just do it!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;just stop using the verb 'to be' in any form or manner&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, change my sentence into E-prime&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;oh....erm..lemme see....&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;and curese! changing my blog layout means destroying all my comments!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting.....................&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;waiiiiiiiiiiiiiting...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;To those who have completely NO idea about the subject of this entire post, I find it hard to explain...Just know, that I find turning away the hardest thing for me to do. But really...even a mighty warrior knows when to give up and continue the battle on another day another place&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;but it resally sucks&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;urh...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;I basically just took out all forms of the verb to be' and tried to make it still sound somewhat coherent&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ok....my ís has been deleted...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok so&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm still blur&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;it has&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;what a shame...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;you still feel blur&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines, the moon still glows, and the stars still twinkle.&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;what a hapless rejoycing, what a pain, gonna search for sweetest things...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;syncronised random spam&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;*sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;so....what to do then? &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;shrug&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;I actually need to do research and stuff for my ohysics assignment&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;let us just speak normaly except in E-rpime?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;*physics&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;is that right?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;now how would you think it'd be&lt;br /&gt;if we talked (or typed) in poetry&lt;br /&gt;cause now i find have the time&lt;br /&gt;to indulge in a silly rhyme  &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;you said is&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;nyah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;absolutely not!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun! what joy!&lt;br /&gt;for poetry is like a toy!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;...........-_-;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;a broken toy&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;let us watch Rine as she grumbles&lt;br /&gt;while I sit and listen my tummy rumbles&lt;br /&gt;poke her a thousand times we shall&lt;br /&gt;as for her, it seems like hell&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  .:+: snow angel :+:. has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;oi...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  .:+: snow angel :+:. has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;you know mei ling, that didn't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;and it rumble not rumbles&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously gonna put this into my blog...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;what what what!?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;lemme seee&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;put what?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;this conversation&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;let us watch Rine as she grumbles&lt;br /&gt;while I sit and listen my tummy rumbles&lt;br /&gt;poke her a thousand times we shall&lt;br /&gt;as for her, it seems like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;whyfor?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;RUMBLE!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;oops..&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;accidental capslock&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;she means&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;while I sit and listen, my tummy rumbles&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;........-_-&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;yea she means that&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;poor neglected comma....&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;abadndoned&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;*abandoned&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh hear the voice!&lt;br /&gt;Oh hear the noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;why does no one use the poor thing?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;my ears!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;they bleed!!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;As Rine screams for sanity&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pains of humanity...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;what do they pains of humanity say?&lt;br /&gt;i hear not a thing today&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;poor deaf kitty cat&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;a deaf kitty cat, i am not&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;so you are?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;for a normal cat, I fear naught&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;but a dead cat makes me most distraught?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh...goddamn physics...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;curse that wretched teacher's wretched soul!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;and her soul shall be sold!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;whose?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;a poor wretched soul you say?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;not poor!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;just wretched!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;the teacher's soul, I say!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;curse his wretched soul!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ah, curse him be told...&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;incompetent useless unreasonable idiot!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;now I have to do that assignment....nyahage....&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ah cool down maggot&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;,maggot??!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;maggot??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;it ryhmes with idiot&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;who are you calling maggot!!!!!!!!!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;*sporks mei ling*&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;argh! spork me not!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;maggot is serious insult&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;maggie!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;hee &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;spork you I have!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;as i gathered from Rine's fearsome retort&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;not really, just becasue she told me to cool down &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;argh! spork me not!&lt;br /&gt;You evil fiend beware!&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand pickles I have rot&lt;br /&gt;its stink, be most aware...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;rot?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;how does one rot somethign else?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;*something&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;a thousand pickles you rot?&lt;br /&gt;eew, the smell must be terrible, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;told you I shall indulge myself&lt;br /&gt;with silly silly ryhme with thyself?&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;gah! rhymes....&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;back to normal&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;*swoosh*&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;*feels urge to go on sporking spree*&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;yes true, a stench most foul,&lt;br /&gt;disgusts one even for a fowl &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;*sparkle sparkle*&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;just in time&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;what is?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;okok back to normal&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;that..makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i have to take my leave&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;let's speak...whayt?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;nuuu!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;to go do something of most importance  &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;such as?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;which would be.........&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;nyah!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;eat!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;MAKAN!  &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;yesh!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;I am right!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;nuuu..I'm so unimportant..&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhHPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;for I am bright!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;typical&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;I see the light&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;who in Malaysia doesn't enjoy their food&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;the path of delight&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;the light?go up the tunnel mei ling...up the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;sweeter delight...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;to the light!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;deep in the night&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;*sweatdrops*&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;ok....&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;food delight!&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;meow~&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;cat delight!&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;XX delight!&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;....... &lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;hm  &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;..heh?&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;i have to go&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwww..&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;what a pain&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;aww..&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;what a name...&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;au revoir.....&lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;actually..I probably ought to too&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;br /&gt;.:+: snow angel :+:. says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  .:+: snow angel :+:. has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;argh....alrighy then...&lt;br /&gt;HPKyrie---EXTREME-Wallaby-mania says:&lt;br /&gt;people... &lt;br /&gt;Rine says:&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108607043270160468?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108607043270160468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108607043270160468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108607043270160468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108607043270160468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/06/muahahaha-fear-my-post.html' title='muahahaha! fear my post!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108589336001590251</id><published>2004-05-30T14:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:11:13.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To work or not to work..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Non-workaholic mode&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Into the Wilderness from Wildarms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, weeks of hell beginning soon. Week of preparing for upcoming weeks of hell officially begins today. Well, actually, it was supposed to begin yesterday, but couldn't be bothered to do work and...meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the teachers seem to be piling homework and assignments and SACs ONCE AGAIN! I don't know why they always do this before exams and holidays. Maybe it makes them feel good to watch us struggle with work during our most unconcentrated periods of the year. But I don't see how it benefits them, seeing as they have to mark our work with the weird answers and senseless sentences. But it doesn't matter. They want to stress us, and we shall retaliate. Come all members of the Student Body! We shall retaliate and give these teachers hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we watched Troy on friday afternoon. I haven't read the Illiad before, so I don't know what the differences are, but I thought it was an alright movie. It had good action, and a lot of death, though not as much blood as I expected. No less, it was rather interesting. Emily-chan was yelling about Mena...I can't spell his name, but that guy dying, and how he was not supposed to die. I think I'll go and read the Illiad when the exams are over, and see what should have happened and what shouldn't have...in a much more detailed version as opposed to Emily's "majorly simplified" story. Though I do recall that Archiles was supposed to die from a poisoned arrow...though that's just small comment my maths tudor made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO! My 1500 hour deadline is up...back to workaholic mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108589336001590251?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108589336001590251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108589336001590251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108589336001590251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108589336001590251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-work-or-not-to-work.html' title='To work or not to work..'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108578695966413379</id><published>2004-05-29T08:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T09:38:46.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry peoples..... for long absence..... I have returned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Silent &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Symphony no.40 by Mozart (sorry, I've become obsessed with it)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't know if you people have heard, but I will take part in a silent-a-thon to help enslaved women in Burma. On Tuesday I have to stay silent for a whole day (unless a teacher addresses me directly) and if I speak I have to pay a 20 cent fine per word. Many people are sponsoring me (thankyou peoples!) and so far I have raised 23 dollars - in one afternoon! If Overlord reads this, please don't donate something evil like 5 cents.... I won't accept it! Thankyou all those others who sponsored me already, and especially for those who have also paid, because then I won't have to go running around after you to collect the money (I know... laziness!) If everyone who takes part raises 50 dollars, then we will have raised over $1500 to help these poor enslaved women. Well done all you people who take part.... together we will make a better world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... I hope I can do it, but I know I've been silent for 5 hours before, so it shouldn't challenge me too much. However, if anyone tickles/pokes/does anything to make me laugh, then you unfair people deserve to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Troy yesterday, and (*spoiler.... don't read this if you don't want to know what happens*) MENELAOS DIES! WHAT THE HELL????? HE CAN'T DIE! How can they change the story so dramatically????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's both versions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original version: Paris accepts Helen as a gift from Aphrodite for giving Aphrodite the golden apple. Helen, who has already married Menelaos, becomes enchanted by Aphrodite and she goes with Paris to Troy. Outraged, Menelaos summons all the armies of Greece to his aid to rescue his wife. After 9 and a bit years, Paris and Menelaos fight in single combat to decide the end of the war, and Paris loses but Aphrodite protects him and removes him from the battlefield just before he would get killed. Menelaos declares victory, but a Trojan starts the fighting again. After a while, the Greeks build a wooden horse and make it look like they have left it as a gift. Inside the horse, the Greeks wait for the Trojans to take the horse into the city. Then, in the middle of the night, the Greeks climb out of the horse and attack the city. Defeated, Troy burns and Helen returns to Menelaos, and they return home.&lt;br /&gt;(ok..... I admit, I MAJORLY simplified the story....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie version: Paris and Hektor go to Sparta to make peace with them. Helen falls in love with Paris and returns to Troy with him. Menelaos and his brother Agamemnon summon an army of 1000 ships, and they arrive in Troy about a day after Helen and Paris got there (as if you could summon an army in that time!). About two days (as apposed to 9 and a bit years) later, Paris and Menelaos fight and Paris realises he will lose and runs off to his brother Hektor. Hektor then kills Menelaos (you see the problem with this plot..... how can Menelaos rescue Helen if he dies????) and the Greeks and the Trojans start fighting again. Meanwhile, Briseis, the priestess of Apollo is given to Achilles (to 'amuse him') but the taken from him a day later by Agamemnon. Achilles refuses to fight unless she is returned to him. She is returned and they fall in love. Briseis then returns to Troy with her uncle Priam. When the Greeks make the Trojan horse, they wreck havoc in Troy, but BRISEIS KILLS AGAMEMNON! (in the proper version, he gets killed by his wife when he returns home). The Trojans, including Helen and Paris, flee through a secret passage and escape from the burning city of Troy, and thereit ends. Helen does not return to the Greeks and Paris does not get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how the plot line has been MAJORLY altered???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to say one more thing.... timeo Danaos et dona ferentis! I'll leave that for some smart latin scholar to translate... hehe, no. I won't torture you so. It means 'I fear Greeks when they bear gifts', more usually translated as 'Beware of Greeks&lt;br /&gt;bearing gifts'. (Sorry Leia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... should go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaarie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Berio i Hídh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108578695966413379?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108578695966413379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108578695966413379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108578695966413379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108578695966413379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/sorry-peoples-for-long-absence-i-have.html' title='Sorry peoples..... for long absence..... I have returned!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108566958373602448</id><published>2004-05-28T00:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T01:14:42.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Dancey mood&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Fake Wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at Rine who does the classical shock/horror/death combo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puts on priest robes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today....we gather here upon this very server...to temporarily mourn the lost of our friend, Rine, who has fell yet into one of her many death senario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rine...ahem...was...and still is, a good friend, who prefer keeping proper hygienes wherever she goes. For some VERY strange reasons, she became well known as an Evil Overlord, a flying crab in Starcraft, with a fish, a nut cross elf(whom is now a former minion), a cat, two foo buckets and a flying blue iguana with butterfly wings as her minions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway...let's give Rine a moment of silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we shall revive her, *holds up a basket full of grapefruit* by pouring this basket of grapefruit upon her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108566958373602448?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108566958373602448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108566958373602448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108566958373602448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108566958373602448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_28.html' title='...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108554760697154324</id><published>2004-05-26T14:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T15:00:06.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Noir! Madlax! La Pucelle! Disgaea!  and.......Work??!...Nuuuuuuuu! &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;mental state:&lt;/b&gt;hmm..sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt;This is love, don't you think? from La Pucelle Tactics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It is definitely worth it.^_^ I like 'killing' too. I like the title, if nothing else.=D 'Black is black' is cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good that you feel better now.^_^ However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ahhhhhh!! I reminded you of you??!!0_0 .........Horror of horrors...Nuuuu! It cannot be!!!....Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!! =( &lt;br /&gt;*shock* *horror* *death* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Worms is cool. I haven't played that game in ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Pucelle is cool! It's a game by the people who made Disgaea. But I hope my brother doesn't play it soon..cause I have to study....He played some of it on last Sunday, so I ended up doing my non-laptop-needing work (in that case, non-accounting work) while he's playing. I did actually get some work done though, since I can do work during the long, somewhat boring (or at least not that interesting) battles. Tactical battles, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..exams coming up...including Bio...meh! Argh..and all those accursed assignments.......Curses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go on about other stuff..but I *do* need to do my work...or at least watch Madlax. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be back sometime to complain and whine and rant about games and anime before the exams are over though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta for now!^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108554760697154324?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108554760697154324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108554760697154324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108554760697154324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108554760697154324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/noir-madlax-la-pucelle-disgaea.html' title='Noir! Madlax! La Pucelle! Disgaea!  and.......Work??!...Nuuuuuuuu! &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108546877055733726</id><published>2004-05-25T17:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T17:53:31.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Seriously spooked out&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Say Goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...what have I done THIS time...I was playing on my bro's computer and suddenly the sound went BIIIZZZZZZTT!! And that seriously freaked me out as the volume was on high... O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! Thank goodness I didn't have the headphone on! Ya know, I have this kind of habit...putting the background music on high and the dialog sound high...er..duh, as if I can hear a soft dialog. SO...that seriously spooked me. Who've expected this to happen? I was happily sending a large army of horseriders(ALL SAMURAIS!! MAUHHAHAA!!I AM FINALLY FASTER THAN THE ENEMY THIS TIME!!) towards the enemy's base, THEN the sound when zap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs....hopefully it can be easily fixed...god knows what my brother will do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are interested, its Battle Realms. I can't find anything fun to play these days. I'm already tired of nuking in comand and conquer and I seriously suck at Warcraft 3, I became an evil tyrant in Galactic Civilizations, I find Disciples boring now. Lara Croft had a great fall in my game, the wormies are happily blasting my worms away, including Worm Rine, who loves dropping into the water. Need For Speed Underground, I'm currently stuck at a Drag race, Dot hack I'm making a fortune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I...have finally accomplished, and have archieved my ultimate goal! And none of you were able to stop it! MAUHHAHAAA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have...finished Accounts work...And not to mention, it balanced! Yeah! FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME! IT balanced!! B-A-L-A-N-C-E!! Wheeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whether or not its really the right number, that's another thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, oh yeah! I'm good!! Oh yeah! Ahuh! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I bought the soundtrack, I'm thinking of getting the first one now, (I bought the second one), but since you have the stuff...tell me if its worth it? So that I can go find it in Speedy or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like Salva nos, but I have II, so I don't know how salva nos itself sounds like, Secret Game is great, canta per me II, Killing...yeah...I love these few, I was actually hoping to find Hacksign, then I saw this, so I decided to give it a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess my sense ain't all that bad, ;), well...in the other case, maybe not that good, :P But well...um...how do I say? Well...heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, surpised at that little confession, Rine? *smirks* Ya know, the way you say it remind me of...well...me, :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, feel much better now. Aww thanks for the support people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108546877055733726?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108546877055733726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108546877055733726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108546877055733726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108546877055733726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/arghh.html' title='ARGHH!!!!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108538557836939731</id><published>2004-05-24T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:01:44.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;mental state:&lt;/b&gt; sane(most shocking, no?=D I bet it's due to the evilness of all the SACs and assignments and stuff that I ought to be doing this very minute....^_^;;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/b&gt;Maiden of Light from La Pucelle Tactics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, erm, I don't actually know what to say....It sounds rough....And well...err.....I guess you're tired of hearing this, and I don't know what decision you made and changed...but it seems to me that it would be best for you to move on. Of course, I don't really know anything so..yeah. But, I read your blog and I sorta think three times is a bit too much......Anyway though, you probably don't want random people's opinions anyway...So yeah, I'll just be sitting here and listening, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I *was* wondering. I was like...'She can't possibly mean -name edited out for no particular reason since nobody else here knows her anyway(I probably have mentioned her before though)-, can she?!' And then...'Oh, she does.' Anyway, no need to threaten until like that. I won't go around telling people.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad you decided to let it out. Hope you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ps. You're finally listening to Noir music!^_^ 'Tis the very good, no?=D Have you heard 'salva nos' and 'canta per me'? They're really good.^_^ I like secret game too. Actually, I probably shouldn't go through all the ones I like...as they are the many.=D But I especially like the first two that I mentioned.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108538557836939731?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108538557836939731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108538557836939731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108538557836939731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108538557836939731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/well.html' title='Well.....'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108529474478554557</id><published>2004-05-23T16:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:46:53.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: shock&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Maze(Noir)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...just...I...here's a copy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....I just saw something....that changed my entire decision...I...I gave her a small little pendant somewhere around the starting of the year...then I saw in the photo which she sent me to show who the guy was, her neck...she was wearing it...I didn't notice it at first as I was too angry...and disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound silly...but that pendant used to be a valued possesion of mine...I...I think she is wearing it...I recognized the shape and its colour...I don't think I'm mistakened...I can't be...I...I'm sure of it...God...I feel so awful now...I thought she didn't....God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108529474478554557?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108529474478554557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108529474478554557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108529474478554557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108529474478554557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/i.html' title='...I...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108512452148198060</id><published>2004-05-21T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:32:25.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Heartache&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Premonition, yes Rine, Noir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm trusting you guys with this extract...I can't be bothered hiding anymore...its too much...I have a feeling that I will only feel better about myself once this is out. This is extracted out of the post in a forum...and also part of my private blog...here goes...*breathes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Guys....I am lost, now...I just need someone to hear my story...and please... atleast read my story first before going 'forget about him/her'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...have an online relationship with a girl, who's about one year younger than me. The relationship has been going on for atleast a year(starting from March of last year), then there was some rough going ons during the end of last year...along with this year. As far as I know...she told me that she has been going out with several other people. I...honestly never like that idea, but I told her to go for it...because part of my tells me that its for her own good, but my other part...I want her for myself, the only thing that prevents me from meeting her now is just the age limit for traveling without a guardian. Money, as far as I have calculated, I have the necessary ammount to pay the price, and especially after my friend boink me on the head telling me that 4000 is not the price of plane ticket but the price of traveling in a group to Sydney for a week which includes great hotel bookings and food expenses AND the plane thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just....a few minutes ago, she just told me she just got herself a boyfriend. I...forgot to ask her how long the two has been seeing each other as I was trying to recover from the heartache. I...just...felt hurt...extremely hurt, although I have already predicted that this would happen, but still, I am feeling this, perhaps that I dread that this day would come, and here it is. I told myself before, the interest would eventually die off, just see who got it first. It appears to me she's got it first. I....can't really say that I regret not listening to my other friend's advice, who...pretty much warned me about it...She's actually another online friend, but...I received news that she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last relationship she had...which I found out myself...that did left me bruised. I even saw myself struggling to do something as simple as sleep. Then...the reason that I felt hurt was that I was faithful, feh...often times...fierce loyalty has always been my downfall, I never learn to be a traitor. And also, at the same time...I fully trusted her then. No, I don't mean that I don't trust her anymore, that incident did broke my trust in her but...I...how should I say...I'll leave that part out for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it all the more stranger...that I usually feel panic, unease...whatever words that can describe my uneasiness, whenever these things happens. Often time...after feeling it...and I ask her(not about my restlessnesss), there's always something on. Weird connection, yes I admit, I'm not exactly sure whether I like this or not, or whether she felt the same thing...Great...I'm straying off to somewhere...sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what really drawn me to her. Considering that I had several crushes back then. The only reason that I did not make a move was because that I found out the guys were jerks, which made me feel glad that I did not make my first move. Then there were three girls. One of which is still my classmate, the other in other classes, but I felt nothing for her anymore. The third one is already in Australia, that...yes...I do still like her, but...the feelings is not the same for the one I'm talking about above. I believe, it all started out with a joke...actually...I never thought that I would seriously consider going serious...To now....I...just can't picture myself with someone else, I don't know...I have a feeling that I won't be seeing myself anywhere, heh...if that's the case...I don't think I'd mind if I don't live long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish, which is also, a flickering hope, is that I could actually, one day, hear my name being called by her...in front of me, without anything blocking, without anything...just...directly hearing the sound waves going into my ears, into my head. Even if the relationship doesn't work out...I...I would be happy enough to hear my name being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's the most I can say for now...there's more...but, I'm rather stuck for now...I guess...atleast I can be proud of her...for telling me directly...than leaving me in the dark like the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...go ahead and laugh...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amusing? I'm following in my brothers' footsteps...the brothers which a child had love, the ones who would spend time with her. The ones whom I do not see now in those strangers' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how a wicked twist life can give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching that child now...she's projecting a hard exterior as usual, as of everyday, each morning as she gets up and leaves for school, each afternoon as she puts up a brave look, each evening as she comes back from tuition and all. Then only at night, all alone she takes off that damned mask which she wore constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That child certainly needs someone to bash her up right now...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I admit it. *lets out a heavy sigh* Well...atleast its not during my SPM period...God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rine...in case you're wondering, its her. And also, don't go running off yelling that out, I'll have your butt kicked and scorched, and your head to mop the entire school compound, INCLUDING THE FIELD AND THE TOILET! And don't ask me how, I WILL...have that arranged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108512452148198060?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108512452148198060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108512452148198060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108512452148198060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108512452148198060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/confession.html' title='Confession...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108504108402008263</id><published>2004-05-20T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:18:04.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks of Hell approaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Sneezy&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Loneliness from Naruto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has everyone gone? No one writes here anymore!! Our asylum is dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up...what a shame. It means less playing around and more studying...though it would help if I studied before hand, then I wouldn't have to resort to cramming...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft furry Hufflepuff is cool! But she needs a friend...solitude is not doing her well. She is becoming anit-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108504108402008263?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108504108402008263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108504108402008263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108504108402008263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108504108402008263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/weeks-of-hell-approaching.html' title='Weeks of Hell approaching'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108489160406150447</id><published>2004-05-19T00:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T00:48:38.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: ...&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange...that I do things...knowing that it would only hurt me in the end, that I may find myself in disappointment, grief...well...makes me wonder whether what I'm doing is right...but then again....I find myself repeating it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108489160406150447?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108489160406150447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108489160406150447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108489160406150447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108489160406150447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108469117020727854</id><published>2004-05-16T16:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:08:24.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor little Emily has to teach her latin class how to translate PLINY! WHY PLINY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;Hi peoples! Sorry I haven't posted in ages. But don't worry, I will from now on. I have to teach my latin class tomorrow! I really have no idea how to teach a class, let alone one in Latin! Does anyone know what 'liburnicam' means? I think it means a type of ship.... or something, but I don't really know. And if anyone knows what form of the verb 'immineo' 'imminenti' is? And what is means, exactly? How am I going to teach a latin class? HOW???? (and why me? It's not my fault I'm one of only 3 year 11s in a year 9 latin class.... and that because I am one of the oldest (in fact, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; the oldest... *sighs* The unfairness!) I have to teach the class!)Noooo! I'm only halfway through translating, and I'm very very confused. I could kill Pliny.... but he's already dead, so that's impossible. BURN HIS WORK! BURN HIS RANTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... maybe I should continue translating, and stop procrastinating, so bye peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Berio i Hídh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108469117020727854?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108469117020727854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108469117020727854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108469117020727854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108469117020727854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/poor-little-emily-has-to-teach-her.html' title='Poor little Emily has to teach her latin class how to translate PLINY! WHY PLINY????'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108436073931739469</id><published>2004-05-12T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T21:18:59.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, my Broadband has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Happy!&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Carmen by Bizet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha! As the title says, I have got broadband...finally! It's been what...over a month since I first signed up for broadband, and finally I have it now! Heh, very happy I am. Ahh! I adore you telstra! To hell with Optus who failed to install my account properlly and ended up wasting around ten hours of my life on phone calls *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has everyone vanished to? I come to the Nuthouse and the very last entry is my own from a while ago. Why aren't you people blogging! Our asylum is falling apart! But, sighage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Shelfnut's place today. We had sushi with unusual ingrediants but tasty no less. The pringles we ate were tasty, but now I have a sore throat and I think Shelfnut said she had one too... Anyways, we mucked around with the She-elf's many instruments and spent a long time listening to songs and cuddling Hufflepuff. Carmen was interesting and I'm listening to it again. It makes me feel almost nostalgic...those times in Junior Strings. Shame I did not really get to play the intersting parts, just background music...which became kind of dull. Though I suppose it was a good thing since I was blind then and could barely make out what was on the music sheet when it was right in front of me... So it was good that I got the easy part, though it was majorly dull. Seriously, I pulled my bow across the D string over and over and over again...until finally, we second violins get to join in in the harmony with the first violins! But I suppose the third violins must have been even worse off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got homework to do, which I can not be bothered to even look at. I still have one hour before I go to sleep, I'll do it somewhere in that duration between now and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting impatiently for you all nutty beings to return back to the asylum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108436073931739469?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108436073931739469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108436073931739469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108436073931739469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108436073931739469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/finally-my-broadband-has-come.html' title='Finally, my Broadband has come'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108393090788122939</id><published>2004-05-07T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T21:59:35.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The long lonely journey home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychological condition: I am bored...hella bored!&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: None! For once, I am not listening to music...oh wait...I am..."This is how you remind me" by Nickleback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was the ever so glorious photo day! How fun! We took photos! Joy! Peh, I still can't see how we managed to waste away close to two sessions on just taking individual shots and the group shot. And the group shot was even broken in half! So what about the other half of Year eleven? Do we only end up with one half of the whole thing? It would be kind of sad if we did...Overlord would not be part of the L-Z group photo...*sniff* the terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton at lunch time. The Shelfnut-Fishie team ownzed the Bob-Overlord team...I think. We stopped playing properly after a while, with Emily whacking things with her hands (just hands people) and Min-Hui the back of her racket. I think Overlord and I were the only people who were still using the racket accurately! However, I must curse the roof. CURSE YOU ROOF!!! Caught my hits several times which was very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Biology SAC, very crappy. There isn't much to say except the entire SAC seemed to be comprised of questions repeating themselves over and over again, only leaving different number of lines every time and reworded slightly. Heck, sometimes, the questions weren't even properlly reworded!!! It's like the stupid typo in our Physics book! Two questions, with the only difference being "is" and "would be". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some Prince of Tennis quiz thing, I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/Pengiesama/1051996442_esryobadge.jpg" border="0" alt="I'm Ryoma!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Ryoma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Pengiesama/quizzes/(Prince%20of%20Tennis)%20Which%20Seigaku%20Regular%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;(Prince of Tennis) Which Seigaku Regular are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I am a guy...again, and he looks kind of evil-ish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, if anyone has Prince of Tennis...Please lend it to me!!!!! I have been asking around everywhere and I can't find someone who has it!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough...yes, later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108393090788122939?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108393090788122939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108393090788122939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108393090788122939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108393090788122939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/long-lonely-journey-home.html' title='The long lonely journey home...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108391971893569214</id><published>2004-05-07T18:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:53:06.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less...content-less.....and...most shockingly......rantless!!0_0</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; sane.......for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt;nothing...shrug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! I haven't posted for such a long time. And you know whose fault that is?? The network's! That's who! *sulk*...Blasted thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I don't have that much time to rant and stuff...And actually..I don't really feel like it. Anyway, I just came on for fun and laughter...or something. Anyway, just do this test....Though actually I already e-mailed it to all of you...........so....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=040507043718-How~p201337~p20are~p20you~p3F~p28honesty~p20people~p2Chonesty~p29"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people......Time to face the facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I bother to....ah what the heck..I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Ruri are so cute!! Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Robin &amp; Ruri are so cool! They owned you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...Now that that's over and done with......well nothing really......so....&lt;br /&gt;Fare thee well!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108391971893569214?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108391971893569214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108391971893569214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108391971893569214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108391971893569214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/title-lesscontent-lessandmost.html' title='Title-less...content-less.....and...most shockingly......rantless!!0_0'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108366813373851319</id><published>2004-05-04T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T20:59:31.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi is better than Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Sushi deprived&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:Jupiter symphony! The COOLNESS of the music!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg of you, do not disagree with my nick. I recieved a total of 7 easter rabbits (4 dark chocolate, 3 white chocolate) as well as some other non-rabbit shaped chocolate. I have quite enough chocolate to supply me for weeks! However, I have not had sushi since the weekend, and I feel sushi deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad, I would never have thought that I would go off dark chocolate...... it seemed IMPOSSIBLE! But the impossible happened..... brought on by the fact that 4 whole dark chocolate rabbits seemed a endless mountain of chocolate, and the very thought put me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that as soon as I finish them all (and give them away) I will want chocolate again. Psychology is so interesting.... I wish I could take it at school, but I have too many subjects. *sulks* What is it with the stupid restriction on subects???? I want to be like Hermione and do everything, and have a time-turner to get to all my classes. What I want to know is, if she could turn back the hours and relive them, why didn't she turn back the hours so she could get more sleep.... and more studying, instead of tiring herself half to death and falling asleep at her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.... I know Harry Potter may bore some of you, who have not read it and pondered it in such detail as the crazy Shelfnut. Books! I need a book! The Elfworm craves books again!!!! Does anyone know any good books????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should stop ranting about nothing and go away. I WANT SUSHI!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Berio i Hídh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108366813373851319?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108366813373851319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108366813373851319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108366813373851319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108366813373851319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/sushi-is-better-than-chocolate.html' title='Sushi is better than Chocolate!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108333627903390738</id><published>2004-05-01T00:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T00:52:38.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>An online experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: my nose...itches...&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Random Hack songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original state is maintained as to not destroy the original-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010010000010101100 1010100010000101011010010 0000101011001010 1000100001010110 0001111000010 100010110001000010111001011 00000111100001 01000100100 0001010110010101000100001010110 0001111000010100010110 00100001 0111001011001001000001010 11001 010100010000101011000011110000101000101100010000 10111001011001011000100001001000001010 11001010100010000101 0110000111100001010001011000 10000101110010110010111 0010110010010 00001010110010101000100 00101011 000011 11000010100010110 0010000101110010110&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108333627903390738?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108333627903390738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108333627903390738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108333627903390738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108333627903390738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/05/online-experience.html' title='An online experience'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108323786099860151</id><published>2004-04-29T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:28:37.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Slam Dunk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;psychological condition: Boredness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;audio anti-depressant: Salva Nos from Noir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, what is with this midi! It is so...Britney Spears! Who is the one responsible for this crime huh? Own up immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the title suggests, I am watching Dear Boys once again. William told me that I could only watch Aikawa dunk the ball so many times before it gets boring, but I've been watching the series over and over and I'm still not sick of it. Perhaps it is the fact that Aikawa leaps from the free point (I think that's what it's called) line and dunks the ball when he's only what...175 cm? But he's still taller than me, so there goes my idea of dunking the basketball, even in animes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hardly any homework to do, or more like I have too much homework to do and I can't decide which to do first so decided not to do any at all. the logic doesn't really work there but not complaining! Besides, physics has become somewhat dull...oh and can someone help me change all the times I mentioned Mr. Fool's name into that? Following Overlord's lead of not mentioning his real name...could prove to be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy lacks caffine!!!!!! Our house has ran out of coffee, or rather, all the coffee is long since overdue and I tipped them out yesterday. Do you realize how terrible it is for me to have no coffee? I'll be like Tri in general today, just completely collapsing on the desk! I need my caffine!!!! Cappucino!! Lucy want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, must go now before father returns to find that I have invaded the computer while he is attempting to work. God damnit, I still don't have ADSL. I'm suppose to get a second package off some other company on Friday, so we'll see how that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108323786099860151?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108323786099860151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108323786099860151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108323786099860151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108323786099860151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/slam-dunk.html' title='Slam Dunk!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108322937102961108</id><published>2004-04-29T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T19:08:31.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The blogging of a silent elf.....</title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Berio i Hídh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108322937102961108?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108322937102961108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108322937102961108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108322937102961108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108322937102961108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/blogging-of-silent-elf.html' title='The blogging of a silent elf.....'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108314369576188665</id><published>2004-04-28T19:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T19:19:11.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nuthouse: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/chronicliar.txt" alt="Alex" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: stressed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: N/A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see someone has put a Harry Potter midi on. Is there a reason for this? Why 'Harry Potter'? I am simply curious is all. I begin the second half of my four day English SAC tomorrow and I'm kinda screwed. Bleh. Sorry about that. All I really wanted to post about was the HP midi. WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108314369576188665?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108314369576188665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108314369576188665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108314369576188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108314369576188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/nuthouse-school-of-witchcraft-and.html' title='The Nuthouse: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793005947205305720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108307847480304164</id><published>2004-04-28T01:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T01:12:09.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: &lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108307847480304164?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108307847480304164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108307847480304164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108307847480304164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108307847480304164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/psychological-condition-audio-anti.html' title=''/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108307772318081193</id><published>2004-04-28T00:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T01:02:02.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS OFFICIAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Just plain Kyrie&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: Random songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerri and I have finally come to one agreement!!!As we both agreed on it...WE ARE NOW!! OFFICIALLY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#DB2929&gt;&lt;h4&gt;LONG LOST FILLINTHEBLANK!!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so flexible...you can put in ALMOST anything, muffins, pineapples, papayas, kacang/nuts, alarm clocks, evil dictators, fastfood workers, dragons, bugs, mental patients, enemies, friends, schoolmates, cousins, twin sisters, genetically altered fighting machines, duo of destruction...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...I'm such a genius...I scared myself...e~yep yep...*nods* *cleans finger nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108307772318081193?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108307772318081193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108307772318081193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108307772318081193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108307772318081193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-is-official.html' title='IT IS OFFICIAL!!!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108289486561979635</id><published>2004-04-25T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:04:08.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The random rant of a bored Shelfnut</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; Ok peoples.... I have a feeling this might become a VERY LONG rant about NOTHING.... but hey, I might find some inspiring topic and rant about SOMETHING, or lots of somethings. Bleh-ness, see what boredom does to a person? I even started doing other people's homework for them! In classics, we were supposed to find pictures of scenes in the Iliad, and I started finding stuff for Leia (a.k.a. Nicole), Marcus and even my classics teacher, although I was too late to give it to her because I couldn't print them off. Can you believe it!? Why? That is the question I kept asking myself, but I suppose it all turned out well, because during my selfless search on other people's behalf, I found more pictures for my book and now I have 3!!! (and we were only supposed to get 2..... but that doesn't matter)&lt;br /&gt;Wah! I want a different avatar, because I found a really cool picture of 'the evenstar' that Arwen wears around her neck. It looks sooooooo cool!!!!! I want one! And I found a Lord of the Rings 'One Ring' (of which there are surely millions.....) and I want it, but I don't know if I have enough money (I think the price I saw showed American dollars, and I don't have enough money for that, but if it showed Australian dollars then I could buy it..... how sad) but it looks so COOL!!!!!!!!! So unlike the one i have now, with the gold fading off it and the writing hardly legible..... oh well, I shouldn't complain. There was one ring that you can get that shows letters only after it's been in the fire.... but it's about $500! The unfairness of it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;While on the topic of Lord of the Rings (did I hear someone ask, 'when has she ever got &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt; the topic of Lord of the Rings'?), I can happily say that I have a first edition book by Tolkien!!!!!!! It's not a famous book, unfortunately, but it's still first edition. It's a book called 'The Father Christmas Letters' and it's all the letters that Tolkien wrote (pretending to be Father Christmas) to his kids every Christmas. It's really cool, and it has pictures of the actual letters that he wrote, and all the drawing that went along with them. I'm so happy!!! I didn't know it was first edition until yesterday, and ever since I've been going crazy!!!!!!!!! (not that I was sane before, but you know what I mean) One of my mum's friends bought it for me for my birthday a few years ago, but none of us knew it was first edition. Oh, the brilliance of it! It must be framed and looked up to as the king (or queen) of all the books in my house (along with my first edition Harry Potter books..... but Tolkien is better, and less recent, and infinitely more important!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...... this rant by Shelfnut must end soon and the Shelfnut must got to sleep.... hopefully I will dream good dreams about Middle Earth and become an elf!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this rant started off in e-prime, but ended in normal english..... I have failed my task..... I have failed all attempts at the eradication of the unnamed verb..... alas! The sad verb lives....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108289486561979635?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108289486561979635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108289486561979635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108289486561979635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108289486561979635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/random-rant-of-bored-shelfnut.html' title='The random rant of a bored Shelfnut'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108287411930987821</id><published>2004-04-25T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T16:26:10.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>0\/\/|\|z3|] by pawns!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;em&gt;Current Mood: Bleah, all this physics revision is boring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Background Melody: A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton (I think that's her name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how very interesting, a day that is supposed to be a good holiday is turning out to be...work day! Shock! Horror! Of course, I don't want to study about physics and do the revision which is a total several-pages-of-mind-numbing-bore, and it seems that I'm taking up too much space with my diagrams because around nineteen or so questions from chapter three review has costed me three pieces of refill. THREE! I'm no greenie, but I'm running out of lined paper to write on (since Mr Incompetent just started the new chapter and forced us to write notes in before we even got a chance to leave some room for the questions that he said we should do, though only after we were half way through the next chapter). Peh! Now I don't even know where to put my notes except shove it all in between chapter three and four of my excercise book, otherwise, my well kept chronological order (which Jones has been screwing up with his constant absences and notes) would be ruined...even though it is already partially ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...as the title states, I was ownzed by pawns in &lt;em&gt;Alice.&lt;/em&gt; Well, not just pawns, but a few knights and a rook I think. But anyways, the defeat was pretty terrible, so I restarted from the last save and onwzed them using Alice's l337 ice-wand-thing. BWAHAHAHAHA! Needless to say, I was playing Alice at Overlord's place and Shelfnut was there also. I went around killing the pieces while yelling "die" and "death", though neither of my companions were particularaly supportive. I think the plumber who was working on Overlord's bathroom thought we were weird, though the door was closed so none of us could see his reaction. But he was working just next door almost, and I was yelling pretty loudly. Well, how could I not after being conqured so shamefully by chess pieces? I own the plain room, and those pieces shall die in my presence...bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..we have a physics SAC tomorrow. Oh, the crapness. Ack, who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and freezing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108287411930987821?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108287411930987821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108287411930987821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108287411930987821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108287411930987821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/0z3-by-pawns.html' title='0\/\/|\|z3|] by pawns!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108260145904319954</id><published>2004-04-22T12:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:50:27.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A post from the network (and hence internet) deprived one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; bored-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; nonexistent (I'm on a school computer, f00)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the goodness which is the school-computer-y-ness! For I am currently at school, in the library, staying back to wait for my sister to finish her seventh session.  Since I am now usually the netless, I have taken this opportunity to blog! Though I ought to use this time to do work like I usually do..but whatever.=D I just hope my sister can find my here in the computer room if she comes out early and comes looking for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I insist on complaining! For on this very Friday, during the first two sessions, when all others may rest in peace in their nice, comfy, sleep-encouraging beds, I....&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have to come to school and do a Psychology SAC! D'oh! -_-;;;; It's not fair! *sulk* Anyway, for the uninformed, ths Friday we get the first two sessions off (or we *should* anyway....) because on thursday the Year7-10 are having their parent-teacher interviews and stuff until quite late...and so...yeah. Darnit! Ah well, at least I'm not in the class that had to do it on the first day back! That is just plain, undiluted evil. But still....*sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I shall speak of more pleasurable things. Such as.......&lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt;!! Well, &lt;em&gt;American Mcgee's Alice&lt;/em&gt;, to be more precise. For the uninformed, &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt; is this majorly cool pc game. It's based on &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;. The story is that sometime after her trips to wonderland, there is a fire at her house and she is the only survivor. She then is in a mental asylum. Sometime later, she is (forcefully, I believe?) returned to Wonderland. Except now Wonderland is all dark and twisted and evil and stuff. So you have to go and help the residents of Wonderland by killing the Evil Queen of Hearts. With many obstacles and stuff in the way, of course. The game is too cool! Alice is really cool. She's like...all crazy and stuff. In a very mental-but-in-a-not-too-mental-quietish kind of way...Anyway, it's really cool!^_^ Oh, and except for the first, basic weapon which is the vropal blade, all the other weapons are 'toys'. Transmogrified toys, that is. Jack-in-a-box bombs...demon dice..cards.....stuff like that. &lt;em&gt;Waayyy&lt;/em&gt; cool. such a pity that my computer is the dying....Curse it! Sigh..bleh....I could go on about &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt;..or my dying computer...or other stuff stuff...But I guess I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the holidays I did basically........nothing. Nothing at all. Whatsoever. It was sad. the other time I even went out to do something was for the Anime Marathon by WWWA (the melbourne uni anime club thing that my brother is in). That was alright. Watched snippets (one or sometimes two episodes) of very new stuff. New season. Some of them looked quite promising. There were fighting ones....funny ones...Oh, and there's this Madlax by the same people who did Noir. And, as my brother put it, it's just like Noir. Well....kinda-ish, as far as can be seen. Two girls who go around decimating everybody...except the second episode didn't have any action at all..and the younger, short-haired girl (sound familiar?=D) hasn't done any fighting yet..and so far does not appear to be the straight out fighter-ish type..But I'm pretty sure she's going to end up being another girl with a gun that goes around ownzing everybody. She'll probably join up with the other girl too. Erm, the first girl featured in the first episode (the so far fighting one) is called Madlax. Oops..and now I have to leave. I'll finish this up later. &lt;em&gt;(Note: post from Tuesday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-continuation (on Friday night)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes...what was I saying? Shrug...Anyway, I've seen the third episode by now..anyway, 'tis cool. That all.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today I had my Psychology SAC. It was &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;. I was waayyyy too slow. We were supposed to finish the introduction and the method today, but I only managed to finish the introduction!! I spent waaayyyy too much time in the beginning trying to decide how to phrase something without wholesaling ripping it off the source material....since I couldn't use a quote properly...Sigh...and the introduction is totally crap too! Damnit! Sigh..I think the discussion will probably be shorter than the last one though..so maybe I can gain some time from there. I hope. Oh, and on top of that, I wasn't feeling too great. Had a bit of an stomachache. Bah! Oh well, it isn't important anyway. So who cares!...Right? Sigh..okay..I care. Nevermind I shall just not care. It really is totally unimportant.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lemme see...anything else to say? Well, I played more Alice...God mode is fun! Not that I would really use it to play through...take out all the fun! Well, not &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;...but some.^_^ And cheating is no fun. Shan't unless absolutely necessary. Which it shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I have been rather internet deprived indeed. Sighage.....&lt;strong&gt;Sighage&lt;/strong&gt;. And no network either. Meaning that I also have to use my brother's computer to watch the new stuff on it too. Bleh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..today when I got up then I felt like I had a lump in my throat and I felt thirsty..only I wasn't...It's like..when you know that you should go drink water becuase your throat hurts a damn lot..but you aren't actually thirsty. I was actually given the choice to not go to school today by my mom....but being the good student that I am..I went..I felt so tempted though....=D Bleh..it hurts when I swallow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't really have anything else to say, I think. I thought I did...but I seem to have forgotten it. Hmm......shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to do this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl, Etna, Flonne and Ruri are so cute!!!!! Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Robin &amp; Ruri are so cool!! They owned you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108260145904319954?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108260145904319954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108260145904319954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108260145904319954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108260145904319954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/post-from-network-and-hence-internet.html' title='A post from the network (and hence internet) deprived one!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108247443995166472</id><published>2004-04-21T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T15:12:27.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-age</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;b&gt;psychological condition: Apathy?&lt;br /&gt;audio anti-depressant: To nowhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know...its not everyday that you'll see three donkeys in the middle of nowhere while driving around in shopping complex areas at night...&lt;br /&gt;Today...was yet another one of those stupid days where I wish that I should've just stayed in bed. There was yet another talk about study skills. Sighs...when will they ever get it that the talk is never gonna help us? The school hall's hot, stuffy and all...how are we gonna stay quiet? SIGHS...its a miracle, about how teachers think. Anyway, as usual...I have no idea what the guy was talking about, so I occupied by time by raping my friend. (Raping as in annoying) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall come to a topic regarding, Fantasy and Reality. Face it, everyone of us, it'll be sooner or later that we day dream ourselves to be a CEO or a president of a large leading company. And about how we are so perfect, so successful, so whatever you are not now. As this usually stays in our own little head, why not throw in what we REALLY are? In reality, most, or perhaps only some people, have several dark points about them that is best left unknown to the public. In their own fantasy, they may decide to include those dark points about them, and the people in their fantasy accept the dark points. For example, people who commits beastery(I dunno the spelling). Of course, most people of a sound mind and reasonable moral values would regard that as a sickening, disgusting act. In their dreams, they manipulate the people around them to 'accept' such acts. They dare to invision that in their head, seeing that no one's gonna find out. Thus, their fantasy self is pretty much their true perverted self. In reality, they have to hide it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which comes to a point. The Fake Reality and the Real Fantasy. What is true? Do we necessarily see what we want to be in our fantasy, or is that what we really are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that done, I shall come to K-chan again...for the......um...more than three times in this board. I can certainly tell that she's stressed out badly these few days, datelines, work, etc. I worry that she may overwork herself too much. And I wonder whether or not this is how bitchy cosplayers can REALLY get before the day itself. (she did told me last year, but it wasn't so bad then). Yeah well...I know its pretty strange to invest so much emotional energy on a total stranger. Anyway...its just a few more days, and another two more weeks for me. Hopefully her mood'll be better by then. She kinda had it rough lately. I...knew fully well that she'd be stressed and wouldn't wanna talk, and I knew that there'd won't be any point comming on to talk to her...but yet here I am...online. Rine's gonna scream if I string that into a song based on hacksign, which I find possible now. I knew well enough there's no point sparing some time from a busy schedule just to spend some time talking to a loved one, and that person, you know well enough that s/he isn't in the mood to, but...then again. I am here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am escaping reality, and this is how I escape reality. Casting away the shell and the identity of this certain homosapien and taking on the virtual mask. Griever Kyrie Reiji Darkwolf. Flexible the name at the same time. Call me Griever, Kyrie, or Reiji. More often than not, I seriously want to escape reality. Then again, I know myself that, if I were to escape reality to fantasy, fantasy will become my next reality. So...where am I escaping to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who say they escape reality to a world of fantasy...only to find themselves a new reality and the old reality becoming a new fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall come to exams...I have exams next week, but here I am goofing off. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108247443995166472?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108247443995166472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108247443995166472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108247443995166472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108247443995166472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/long-age.html' title='Long-age'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108246016215220523</id><published>2004-04-20T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:26:46.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The inverse of A would then become...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current Mood: Kind of guilty feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Background Music: Gloria by Megumi Hayashbara (uwai! I adore this song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today has not been the most interesting of days. Mr Incompetent Fool of a Teacher decided to leave without notice to another “Professional Development” session. I feel a growing sense of doubt towards these sessions, especially since Mr Jones has attended so many since term one, and yet, his teaching skills still resides on the bottom of the barrel. Overlord agrees completely with me, and as usual, we spent some time complaining about his uselessness after discovering that he had left for Professional Development, again. Today turned out to be particularly unusual, because, unlike his normal self, Mr Unreasonable did not leave any work at all, or notice us for that matter. This makes the Teacher’s Bulletin seem extremely unreliable, since if he really had plans to go to such a meeting, then he could have at least told us about it. Instead, he just left. Not that I minded the free session ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN has become a really pain in the ass, especially with the notice of “You must download this new version in order to proceed”. Does it not realise that there are users such as I who share computers with Ultra Slow Internet Speeds? Well, I could have had my Ultra Fast ADSL service right now, however, thanks to lame ass Optus and their stupid lame ass excuses, I can not make use of the pretty modem sitting on my desk. ARGH! Lucy feels particularly vengeful now, especially towards these crappy internet providers who can’t do their jobs, and are still charging us hard earned cash for it (not that I pay for the service, but my parents do!). And not only did Optus make me particularly angry due to the stupid reason behind my ADSL-less-ness, but the freaking network also wasted around four hours of my life which I spent on calling them asking for the reason behind why my ADSL would not work! If they gave me the news the first time I called, then I wouldn’t have had to spent so much time listening to the freaking “holding” music which is now embedded in my head. I shall repeat the Optus theme song every time I become irritated in future, and never compliment the service again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, I have done nothing but complain so far, so I will attempt to cease from further procrastination from this point onwards in my rant today. Well, what else can I say that does not force me into overdrive Cursing mode? Well, we did have a matrices SAC today in general. The whole session turned out quite well in the end though, and I think I can say that I did not make any mistakes. Both F00bucket #1 and Shelfnut share my positive attitude, though none of us will really know for sure until Ms Ritter decides to return the SAC paper. Though, she does take rather long periods of time, not to mention the session we skip due to the parent teacher interviews. Make no mistake, I really do appreciate having shortened school hours, but I really want to get my test back as soon as possible. And I feel confident that my fellow classmates agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Shelfnut, Overlord and I have made our seating positions rather clear when it comes to the biology room. Because when we went into 709 for biology today, and Tri happened to be sitting in Overlord’s spot. I immediately asked him to move, and he agreed with a “oh yea, this is your spot isn’t it? Why am I sitting here anyway?” Then he jumped over to his usual spot (literally, he did jump…well, more like leap). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed behind during my free with Emily, and we went to work in the library. I did my physics and she did her Latin, and we talked a lot as well. Kiet came by at one point, and we discussed some maths. Then he left for home. Emily and I continued our chatting, and Emily vowed her hate towards Plinny for the umpteenth time (she really hates that guy (oh, and these round “brackets” are called parthenogens (sp), correct?)). These [ ]  are brackets right? Well, at least, my dictionary told me that (showed rather). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, must leave and do some work regarding that stupid physics modelling thing (no procrastination!!). Oh, I did say I would not curse anymore didn’t I? Oh well, couldn’t help it. Besides, Mr Jones set it, so you all understand how stupid it must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drat, I did not manage to beat Emily’s word count. I only got 766. Oh well, I’ll try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108246016215220523?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108246016215220523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108246016215220523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108246016215220523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108246016215220523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/inverse-of-would-then-become.html' title='The inverse of A would then become...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108228975322544154</id><published>2004-04-18T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T22:07:57.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ranty Rant.... how sad, we have to go back to school tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; Ok, my elvish had died a horrible death.... all the things I used to know have leaked out of my head (and it doesn't help that I misspell my elvish too.... I think I should have written 'Berio i Sîdh' instead of 'Beria o Sîdh' ( the 'o' and the 'i' in the wrong place, (hey! Brackets within brackets (within brackets.... ok, yes I know I have gone crazy)), but then again, I don't know) Would that mean 'Protect the Peace'? Sorry about the brackets... I've always wanted to put brackets within brackets ever since I entered in a long and very brackety (I know that word doesn't exist) equation into my calculator. I hate calculators... they always stop working whenever you need them most. In my last maths SAC, I started drawing graphs on my calculator and it decided not to show the graph, but a heap of gibberish..... (and I think you all know, or at least Lucy does, how much I hate graphs (especially parabolas!!!)) Gibberish did not help me.... I did NOT need gibberish at that time! Why couldn't my calculator stuff up some other time, NOT in the middle of a SAC!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll shut up. School tomorrow.... why??? Why can't the holidays last longer? 3 weeks, maybe.... anything longer than 2 weeks. Today I saw my classics teacher while walking into Carlton, and she reminded me of some homework I forgot to do. NOOOOOOOOOO! I have to go to the art gallery and look at some pottery. I wanted to go, but I just forgot! I suppose I forgot because in the first week of the holidays my sister had her baby, and in the second week I couldn't go because I went to my dad's and he lives in the country, and we didn't come down to the city except once to visit my sister and my little niece for the day.&lt;br /&gt;One small problem has arrisen again over the holidays.... I've started make cranes again (cranes.... I wonder if anyone has become a paper crane addict)  and I have NO idea how many I have made. I sort of don't want to know, because if I do count them all I'll probably end up making another thousand and I can't afford to do that in VCE. I can imagine trying to explain to a teacher that I didn't study for a test (and hence got a bad mark) because I tried to make too many cranes the previous day. Well, I blame the fantale wrapper given to me (with a fantale) by my english teacher, because that fantale wrapper became a crane, and I hadn't made one in months. I bought lots more paper too.... 200 sheets! At least if I finish that I know I have made at least 1220, because I made some other cranes (about 15 or so) for my sister, and I made at least 10 for my mum because she wanted to give them to people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I should stop writing and pack my bag for school tomorrow. Sad... I really don't want to go back to school. I wouldn't have minded going back on Thursday, but since then I nearly got run over by a truck, and I don't feel like going back to normal school life. Of course, I do want to see all my friends again, but school seems too tiring..... but next week I have last session on Tuesday off (because my latin teacher went to New Zealand and won't get back until Thurday), last 2 sessions on Wednesday off (because all year 11s do.... except those who do VET) and then last 2 on Thursday and 1st 2 on Friday because of year 7-10 parent teacher interviews! What a strange week!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I said I would shut up, and I will. Just one more thing, I proudly announce that I remembered about my e-prime, and I have written this whole rant in e-prime!!!! Unfortunately, I didn't get the time to conquer the 900+ word rant of Overlord's, but I will do that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;Ok peoples! Have fun at school tomorrow, and have a good term. (Oh no! Exams at the end of this term.... I hate exams! If I put as much effort into my exams this year as I did for Biology last year, I won't have time to sleep! 7 exams.... only the fact that we can bring our dictionaries into the latin and german exams will save me from total failure, but imagine if they took them away like they do at uni! I would DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I did say I would shut up.... and I will *shock horror!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... have fun reading this very ridiculous rantish waste of time!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just for interest's sake (and because I want to have written 800+ words instead of 794) I have ranted for 876 words! Not quite as much as Overlord wrote in her massive record-breaking rant, but I don't think I will torture anyone with a rant as long as that (and besides.... I wrote in e-prime, and it takes a bit longer for me to think to sentences without the certain unnamed verb). Hey, I should write some more, then I will have 900 words.... and then maybe 1000??? No, I will shut up now, and leave you in peace. Bye peoples! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final word count: 900 (I did it!!!!!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108228975322544154?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108228975322544154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108228975322544154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108228975322544154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108228975322544154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/ranty-rant-how-sad-we-have-to-go-back.html' title='A Ranty Rant.... how sad, we have to go back to school tomorrow'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108219001729892282</id><published>2004-04-17T18:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T18:25:43.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! An avatar! (finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/emily.txt" alt="Shelfnut" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally the Shelfnut has aquired an avatar!!!! Isn't it sad, I found out that 'Varyar i Seere isn't proper elvish at all. It should be 'Beria o Sîdh', but that doesn't sound as good. I like my 'Varyar i Seere', so I'm going to stay Varyar i Seere! 'Varyar i Seere' has now entered the made up language of Shelfnut, and so t will stay!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I think I'm going a little crazy today. I ate a whole chocolate easter bunny (white chocolate.... bleh, But I suppose &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; had to eat it...) I should bring the other chocolate bunny (I have 3, but the other white chocolate one) to school on Monday so everyone can eat some (sorry all you white chocolate lovers, but I prefer dark chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go now. Sorry about the short un-rantish rant, but I'm just trying to see what the avatar looks like. Elvish is so cool! (and just in case you don't know, the elvish characters, which are rather blurry I must admit, say 'Varyar i Seere')&lt;br /&gt;Bye peoples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108219001729892282?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108219001729892282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108219001729892282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108219001729892282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108219001729892282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/yay-avatar-finally.html' title='Yay! An avatar! (finally)'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108210738554378910</id><published>2004-04-16T18:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T19:27:04.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scariest Day of my Life</title><content type='html'>Today was the scariest day I've ever lived. I went with my Dad, my Step-mum and my little sister for a drive in the country, and we were travelling down a narrow dirt road when a truck came speeding down a hill straight at us, driving in the middle of the road! He saw us (hannon Eru!) and Dad swerved to the edge of the road and we narrowly missed hitting the truck. The truck driver was such an idiot! I could kill him! He nearly killed me and my family!!!!! Death.... I've been contemplating it ever since, and I've decided I don't want to die yet.... I haven't done anything with my life yet. It's scary to think that death can come so close.... and that I wouldn't have been able to do anything to stop it. Humans seem to think they're invincible, but we're often wiped out by the things that we invented.... cars, guns, bombs, planes.... but why? Why are humans so stupid as to not be more careful? Don't people understand that speeding down a narrow dirt road with a truck is just stupid and dangerous??? What's wrong with the world that we live in? (sorry.... I'm writing too many questions) I will never say 'Kill you' to anyone ever again.... because I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I don't mean it, so why should I joke about something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I don't want to be human anymore. I'm an elf! Got that? Elves don't go aroung killing each other.... and they don't have guns and bombs and cars. They're peaceful people.... who have learned to live with nature, rather than kill it to build houses, roads and skyscrapers. Why do elves only live in Middle Earth? WHY? And how do I get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy.... happy to be alive, but for some reason I can't be. I am thankful that I didn't die, but it scared me so much that death can come so close, and that if Dad had made the wrong decision we could have all died. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, and I've been teary and shakey all day since then. I hope that truck driver learns his lesson and will be more careful in the future, because if he's not, he might actually kill someone one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please world... war is the stupidest invension humans have ever made, because both sides lose lives, and both sides mourn their dead and wish they hadn't died. It's all a stupid loss of life. Why can't the world be peaceful? Why can't we solve things using words and logic rather than guns and bombs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I should stop ranting now.... and do homework. I just don't seem to be able to concentrate whenever I'm trying to write my essay for english or do my maths, but I'll try again. Noooo, the holidays are nearly over! That's so unfair! Only 2 more days (plus the little bit remaining of today) before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodbye everyone! Hannon le Eru, an hebel nín band – an hebel nín cuil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108210738554378910?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108210738554378910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108210738554378910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108210738554378910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108210738554378910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/scariest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Scariest Day of my Life'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108185719267075898</id><published>2004-04-13T21:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:57:07.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/chronicliar.txt" alt="Alex" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;Does anyone want to see "Girl With a Pearl Earring" this week-end or something? I kind of wanted to... but now I'm not so sure since Tamar reminded me about how movies can ruin books sometimes... Hmm... give me a holler if you feel one way or the other or something. Unlike everyone else here, I think I may be the only one to have not done anything special for the holidays. I've been mostly sick-ish, wasting time, watching 'Passions', and procrastinating in general. Somewhere in that time, I've managed to do some work. And thus, unlike Linda who phrased it so brilliantly, my homework is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; like a virgin. ~__^ But yes, the main reason for this post was the GWaPE thing... because I really don't know anymore... SMS me or something if I am not online and you can be stuffed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108185719267075898?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108185719267075898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108185719267075898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108185719267075898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108185719267075898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/outing.html' title='Outing?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793005947205305720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108176247616179284</id><published>2004-04-12T18:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:38:29.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't remember me, but I remember you..Orihara Kouhei</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mood: typical Lucy-mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Opening theme from One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy has come to rant some once again, though I really don't have much to say. Today has been fairly average, with the majority spent at my friend's place. We didn't do anything interesting though, more like archiving everything on her computer into CD Roms so we can format and reinstall it. The whole process proved to be extremely dull, since her computer has become so terribly infected with random viruses that a single mouse click requires a full five seconds or so to respond. And then came the whole copying process which proved to be a real pain in the neck (a folder of 4.5 mb requires three long minutes just to copy into the CD). As a way of relieving our boredom during the long periods of waiting, we watched an anime series that Annie brought back from China by the name of &lt;em&gt;One&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have seen some weird and confusing things in the past, but this one easily climbed the mental ladder of "now what the hell was that?". Seriously. Rine, if you haven't watched it, watch it and tell me what the whole series really meant. The whole thing lasted for four short episodes, all four of which did not even try to convey to us what it was on about. By the end of the series, both Annie and I just stared at each other with that "huh?" look on our faces. In an attempt to make a stab at what the whole series meant, I suggested that (do not read on if you don't wish for me to spoil the story with my lame attempt at solving it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kouhei left but forgot about the promises he made, and in effect, started to vanish because he couldn't keep his promises, and those he promised to forgot about him. And so as a result, he started to vanish completely from their memories and the real world. But then somebody remember him, and he lived on. What purpose that other Kouhei look-a-like had is a complete mystery to me. He seemed to be but a messenger in my view, delivering Kouhei's news to the girls. And the rest of the girls...I don't know. The final episode didn't sum up anything, except that Kouhei became real (somewhat), and managed to get together with his childhood love (judging by the carvings on the violin). But I don't know about the rest of the girls...and I really liked that girl from the first episode too. Despite all, this series reminded me slightly of &lt;em&gt;Kanon&lt;/em&gt;, in that it was another one bishonen and several girls. But at least it took a stab at a complex plot that made it darker than &lt;em&gt;Kanon&lt;/em&gt;, and slightly more mature. However, the writer/author behind it didn't seem to have the ability to string everything together. Especially since we never see the first girl ever again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end of would-be-spoiler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't have much else to say. My homework pile still lies in a neat stack on my desk, though I have not touched it. I get broadband (hopefully) tomorrow night. Until then, I have to make do with this slow connection of mine. Kai suggested that "somebody is stealing your internet resources". I certainly hope not, because my fast internet may prove to be of their benefit if what he said proves to be true. Aye...if I find that person (should they exist)...argh, one way or another, it won't be pretty *reloads sniper rifle*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fishie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108176247616179284?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108176247616179284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108176247616179284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108176247616179284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108176247616179284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-dont-remember-me-but-i-remember.html' title='You don&apos;t remember me, but I remember you..Orihara Kouhei'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108166831451175765</id><published>2004-04-11T17:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:30:01.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, I've decided I quite like my idea from the previous post...</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108166831451175765?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108166831451175765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108166831451175765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108166831451175765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108166831451175765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/actually-ive-decided-i-quite-like-my.html' title='Actually, I&apos;ve decided I quite like my idea from the previous post...'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108166818587655725</id><published>2004-04-11T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:26:57.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I have come back!</title><content type='html'>I need an avatar, but I have an idea, so that's good at least. (And the idea involves something elvish.... what a surprise!) Haha! So... everyone have a happy Easter (and eat lots of chocolate!) and I suppose I 'll see you when school starts again. I have almost all next week at my dad's, so I don't suppose I'll be on the computer (or contributing to the Nuthouse) for that time. Anyway.... I appologise for this short post, but I have to do some homework (but I was going to make it smaller and just write 'Happy Easter' ... end of post, but I thought that would seem a bit weird and mysterious coming from a ranter...) Ok, have a good rest of the holidays, and eat lots of chocolate!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaarie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Beriar i sidh, dartha im bell garo' ..... note, 'sidh' is the more correct word for peace, so I will use it from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108166818587655725?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108166818587655725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108166818587655725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108166818587655725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108166818587655725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/hello-i-have-come-back.html' title='Hello! I have come back!'/><author><name>Berio i Hídh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108143632099938289</id><published>2004-04-09T00:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:02:29.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mood: Tired and cramped and hungry and smelling like fish and sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song: Radical Dreamers from Chrono Trigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am back after a four day holiday trip to Eden. The weather was somewhat horrible, with no sun whatsoever (which was kind of a good thing) and killer winds and occasional rain. The wind was what really irritated me, since Eden is surrounded by water and it gets a little bit more than cold when it rains, especially when your sitting at the edge of a pier hanging over deep water with a fishing rod clutched in your hands. And uh...ahem...due to stupid pathetic weather forecasts telling me that it was going to be warm, I brought only thick jackets and a pair of pants which were the thinnest three quaters in my wardrobe. Needless to say, my legs feel really frozen and stiff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing was good. I caught around four altogether, with one on my first attempt at fishing and three on my second attempt. On my first day of fishing, we caught a variety of strange fishes with thin ones and fat ones all of varying stupididty. On my second attempt at fishing, all I caught was this particular species which was kind of blue and around the length of a hand and the width of two fingers. It was kind of stormy on that day, and although there were around ten people fishing, everyone seemed to catch that type of fish. Those were the most idiotic species I've ever fished, including those idiots I find at fishing ponds. I mean, I am fishing in the ocean and these stupid marine non-mammals just keep biting at my line. Seriously, and I was using crappy bait too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride there and back was a killer. Around seven hours to and fro, so fourteen hours altogether. We did stop every so often, but it really didn't help when what came after was around another two or so hours of sitting before our next pit stop. We stopped even less on the way back since it was dark and there really wasn't anything to do if we did stop. We did stop for a long time at Lakes Entrance though, and father and mother went mussel hunting while I gave fishing another go. Unfortunately, I ran out of bait and had to use mussels which doesn't really cling onto the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...yea...I have discovered a liking towards fishing...shock horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting broadband/ADSL next week, since my parents took tomorrow off and the package thing is at my father's office. Doesn't matter, I'm not really in a hurry. My holiday hasn't been all that interesting in the times when we were stuck inside our cabins though...I think I've memorized the "goodbye" song from &lt;em&gt;The bear and the Big Blue House&lt;/em&gt; and various other cartoons. I think I'll freak if I have to watch another episode of &lt;em&gt;Bob the Builder&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;What's in the Box&lt;/em&gt;. Though, I kind of enjoyed Pingu and some other childish cartoons. But you have to admit, those things are kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling again. What's with the psychotic music? Makes me want to go on a killing spree! Nah, it does sound really catchy though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Splash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108143632099938289?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108143632099938289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108143632099938289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108143632099938289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108143632099938289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108140821534204571</id><published>2004-04-08T16:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:25:13.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to un-popular demand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; Psychological condition: Angered and depressed...STILL, but healing gradually with the speed of a microscopic snail.&lt;br /&gt;Audio Anti-Depressant: Currently Aura, gonna get my bro's FF8 CDs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that to the caretaker Overlord here...*glares* there aren't any nuts served here as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, isn't that good? We have more inpatients, we get more popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I have to say here, am gonna post some stuff in my private blog(don't bother trying to figure out the link, :P muahahaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that...I'm the only one here that uses a non human avatar...I'm a whee lil faerie dragon....that has the ability to fry up your mana....muahahaahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I shall end with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a coconut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108140821534204571?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108140821534204571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108140821534204571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108140821534204571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108140821534204571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/due-to-un-popular-demand.html' title='Due to un-popular demand...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108131655627968729</id><published>2004-04-07T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T16:09:19.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Due to popular demand (and my own)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; alright..bored-ish..slightly sleepy-ish...*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; random song from my bother's playlist...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have decided to remove the music from this page. I trust that most will be satisfied with this decision. Not to mention doing Kyrie a favor, for if the music stayed I do not know what would happen to the cause of it. (It being the music, of course.) Now, of course everybody is very welcome to do/add strange things to this page. However, please be aware that it may be removed by popular demand (or inpatient consensus...or...whatever.....or....just by me!!Haahahahaha!=D). Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Yes people (and non), that &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; public announcement #8! Yes, it's been oh so so looong since I've had one of those....Did you think you were free of them?? Did you think that I had forgotten about them?? Did you think that you would never have to face the consequences of such an announcement again?? Did you even think?? Well, you were wrong then!!! (Yes, &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; about the even thinking part.=P) Heh, but yes, it has been awfully long since I've made one..I had to go back through the posts to find what number the last one was...apparently it was the one about the tagboard....Yesss, a long long time ago that was. Aren't you happy about its reappearance?^_^ ....Of course you are! (Based on no evidence or unbiased thought at all.) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Ah, so you were experimenting with our feelings??(feelings, reactions, responses, thoughts, need to kill.....same diff, right?^_^.........Riiiiight???=D) Were you Kyrie?? Tsk tsk tsk! Only &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; can do such a thing. Haahahahahaha!! Or..not...........Or...something...........Or.......Actually, experiment away with those other inpatients.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, addicted to Hack songs, I see. A serious problem indeed. Innnndeed.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while it's true that if you had been born without speech the world would be a much happier place....Or if you hadn't existed in the first place!!*eyes light up* ....Nahhhh, just kidding.^_^ Anyway, don't be silly Kyrie. (not that you can help it...really.=P) And well, if you really do feel so stressed at home, I suppose you should then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, hail storm.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Why would the music turn them into inpatients?? Do you mean to say that the music will drive them so utterly insane that they will have to be 'upgraded' from outpatients to inpatients, where they can be given more intensive treatment? Well...I dunno...you have to be pretty darn insane to be an inpatient here...well, it depends, right?=D Either way, I don't think us inpatients are getting very good treatment anyway.....Hmph! The nerve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I think I'll end my post here...except for a couple of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #1: *insert random lack-of-sanity induced rant/complaining/whinging/whining/etc. about still being network-and-hence-internet-less. Well, meaning that they don't work...Damnation...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing #2: My brother is sick...Haha! Or...something.=D Hmm..I still haven't asked him where Wild Arms 3 is..better ask him later when he comes back from uni.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; I shall end this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course....my trademarks/signatures/things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Ruri are so cute!!!! Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Robin(from Witch Hunter Robin, of course...and I hope I never have to clarify this again..=D) &amp; Ruri are so cool!!! They ownzed you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-added on edit-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun and laughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/BaalObsidian/1080162080_cturesgod3.jpg" border="0" alt="Grammar God!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a &lt;b&gt;GRAMMAR GOD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If your mission in life is not already to&lt;br&gt;preserve the English tongue, it should be.&lt;br&gt;Congratulations and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BaalObsidian/quizzes/How%20grammatically%20sound%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How grammatically sound are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yeah, &lt;em&gt;riight&lt;/em&gt;. Sounds a trifle off to me. I wonder how many you have to get right in order to be considered a 'grammar god'...Heh...Especially since I made an 'educated guess' on some of them.....Not all, apparently...since I went back and changed one of my answers and still it was the same result. Tsk tsk! No standard indeed. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Whatever.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108131655627968729?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108131655627968729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108131655627968729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108131655627968729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108131655627968729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/due-to-popular-demand-and-my-own.html' title='&quot;Due to popular demand (and my own)...'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108123352436128191</id><published>2004-04-06T16:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:43:58.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighs...I wish...always...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; Psychological condition: Angered and depressed...still&lt;br /&gt;Audio Anti-Depressant: Always On My Mind...(Kingdom Hearts), now Aura, and the Pirate tune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blinks at pirate audio that clashes with her own song* ...............................................sighs...jolly songs and depressed ones just don't go well together...anyway, you're welcome...:P I put it up since I find it interesting, and wonder how you guys react when you hear it...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it...its...addicting...sighs...(the hack songs). My dad scolded me for 'voicing' out my objections..sighs...I might as well be born without speech...or better, never exist before...my big brother seems to wish that I had never existed in the first place...tch...I should've stayed back in school till 3 or 4-ish. I feel so stressed at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn I missed the hail storm yesterday...sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yay! Someone else tagged!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!I wonder....won't the music turn them into inpatients? hn...MUAHAHAHAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108123352436128191?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108123352436128191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108123352436128191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108123352436128191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108123352436128191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/sighsi-wishalways.html' title='Sighs...I wish...always...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108109128200753333</id><published>2004-04-05T00:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T14:56:51.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alive!! It's alive!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; kinda tired-ish and lethargic-like.....maybe I'm just bored=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; random song on my brother's playlist..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorta...it speaks! So is it alive?? Hmm....I wonder...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes Linda, you are lazy!! Sleeping all day indeed! Tsk tsk tsk! Hmph....and yeah, riight..*you*...the sun-loving freak...a vampire..uh-huh. Suure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually Linda, I did not put the song up at all. I presume (and it is only a presumption, mind you.) that Kyrie put it up. Though..it does sound kinda happy....wouldn't expect her to put this up...especially while feeling depressed....how odd. Anyway, it does sound rather...you know. Should I take it down? I feel inclined to...but I'll wait and make sure everybody has heard it first. Spread the joy....=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kyrie, stop listening to so many Hack songs....can't be good for health.=P You especially shouldn't always randomly spam the lyrics during chatting and stuff...now see what you've done? Gone and done that lyric changing thing that people do sometimes...me included.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just typical of teachers, isn't it? Doesn't mean you must reign though...o dictator-like one. In fact, I'm not so sure about any propaganda/idea/whatever that involves you reigning over anything......=P And I don't really think that the Sacrificers should have a hand in this. Afterall, what is the purpose of the Sacrificers? To sacrifice! Of course. So in what way is this related? Except that you are in charge of both and need the support from the sacrifice members......Exploiting indeed! Tsk tsk tsk!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother is coming back tomorrow. Hopefully, he will be able to fix the network. But if he can't then I will be bereft of netage...Nuuuuuu!! Sigh..so, if you don't see me online for a while...you'll know why..because of that accursed network! That's why! Bleh...*sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...*looks at tagboard* Cool! Did someone besides us tag?? Yay! We have an outpatient! Whippee! Maybe it was the music..that drove them to such madness that they felt compelled to tag=P. Anyway, cool! And thanks Kyrie (if it was indeed your doing..the music, that is) And tag more!(if you ever return..which seems rather unlikely). Hee.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now..with my typical ending sentence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl,Etna, Flonne &amp; Ruri are so cute!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my slightly less but soon will be typical ending-ish sentence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl, Etna Flonne &amp; Robin &amp; Ruri are so cool!! They ownzed you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, again, with my standard ending word/smiley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108109128200753333?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108109128200753333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108109128200753333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108109128200753333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108109128200753333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-alive-its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s alive!! It&apos;s alive!!!!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108108840518225175</id><published>2004-04-05T00:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:26:39.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The tag board speaks for linda (mua)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/linda.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; and another thing...lucy is unstable.. mentally and physically. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways bak to me.. thisn holiday i find myself sleeping more *shock**horror*and*death- in today's date(hint:all fours 4/04/04)* boy can't wait for the 6/06/06. i actually slept in the afternoon!! &lt;--haven't done that since i was little...except sleeping in the car on a extremely boring trip which luc will endure.oh and me and my sis has been going to the city at night lately....(bing!! thought... walk at night sleep during day....no...can it be!! ..i vwant to sucka ur blooda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw rine did u put the song up to piss me off?? j/k its ..weird...its.. too happy..meaning gay..lol get it!!! HAHAH  ahhhhhh.....nevermind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108108840518225175?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108108840518225175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108108840518225175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108108840518225175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108108840518225175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/tag-board-speaks-for-linda-mua.html' title='The tag board speaks for linda (mua)'/><author><name>Mei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725182968979686857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108105751647718170</id><published>2004-04-04T17:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:27:24.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am here...depressed again...in my sweey depressed-sity, hoping you will ever find me laughing mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was pretty random, but really, I am, ahem, depressed again, and I don't take anti-depressants. Now...why am I depressed? Sighs...its the result of my act and angry at some people whom I have to greet good morning/afternoon every school day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...my...TEACHERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY PEOPLE!!! Sheesh... They(some, but most) are forever in favor of students who scores strings of A1s/2s! How about me?! and the rest of us sad cast aside B4s and C5s students?! Not to mention the Ds and Es and Fs and the failures?! HOW ABOUT US!!! We must do something! Those A1s and A2s are getting too much! We DEMAND TO BE RECOGNIZED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall make the flag... :) The design...ahem...&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;(O&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [|===================--&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [|  /-----\  |=======--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [| /**♣**\ |===--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [| \  *≈*  / |=====--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [|  \____/  |========--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [|==========--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [|&lt;br /&gt; [|&lt;br /&gt; [|&lt;br /&gt; [|&lt;br /&gt;(0) &lt;br /&gt;Yes...our reign...must begin! WE WILL NOT BE OPPRESSED ANYMORE !!! MUAHAHAHAA!! It is time we strike back! KYAHAHAHAA!! Hn...Shall the Sacrificers have a hand in this as well? Oh wait...I'm the Leader! Of course I should make the decision! NYAAHHAA!! But wait! I must first get the sacrificers and sacrifices' opinions...Blueerr!! bluuerr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108105751647718170?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108105751647718170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108105751647718170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108105751647718170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108105751647718170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/depressed.html' title='Depressed...'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108105425390167317</id><published>2004-04-04T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T14:54:35.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock lollies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mood: I want faster internet!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song: Alive from Naruto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet has hit an all time low speed of 37 Kbps. That is a download speed of 3.5 freaking kb per second, 3.5!! It took me an hour to download a media player update earlier, and now it won't let me go into certain sites because my internet speed is too slow to download it. This is hell! I can't believe my internet could get this slow. But at least, next week when I come back, it will be a bit faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the entire day finishing off my episodes of Naruto and typing and downloading stuff. I recently got the DV cable to transfer some data from my video camera to my comp, only to find that my PC can't play the files due to missing codec files. Unfortunately, the internet has not been of much help. That reminds me, Katrina, you still have my backup CD! I need that CD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways, how are people spending their weekends? I've got a tower of work sitting on my desk which I don't even want to look at, but must bring myself to do the instant I get back from my roadtrip to Lake Eden. I don't care how pretty the place is going to be, but it's still going to be hell. Lucy hate roadtrips! And it's eight hours too! I think I've said this before...anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that I have absolutly no talent in movie editing. I don't know how I'm going to burn all the stuff I got off my camera onto a CD though...every file is around 1.2 GB. Sadly, I don't have a DVD burner, only a normal CD burner for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Splash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108105425390167317?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108105425390167317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108105425390167317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108105425390167317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108105425390167317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/rock-lollies.html' title='Rock lollies'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108099565169831281</id><published>2004-04-03T22:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:37:52.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/lucy.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mood: Something along the lines of tired-hungry-bored-blindness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song: Opening theme from Dearboys (I honestly don't have a clue what it's called)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been dull. I've been kind of sleepy for the whole day and haven't been doing much. Spent most of it watching Naruto and GetBackers, so now my eyes are kind of dodgy and unfocused. Sasuke is cool! Though it took a while for him to appear again. I am so behind, but I just recieved my installements of Naruto and GetBackers on Friday. Kiet took quite a while, but fixed it onto one DVD. Those CDs are cool! They are kind of holocraphic-ness...okay, I'll shut up about it. But it's cool no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, "come" has been what I've heard from Sasuke around four times already. He does that Bruce Li thing of holding out his hand and kind of luring the oponent over while saying "come". He's cool! Though a total loner. And GetBackers is cool! Gingi is cool! However, I've finished all the episodes I have. Noo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on holiday on Monday morning and wont return till thursday evening. We're supposed to be going to somewhere close, but it ended up being a good eight hours drive from Melbourne. God, I could get to Sydney in that time! But we're taking the "scenic" route which I like to name the "bore-you-to-death" route since the ocean sceen gets kind of dull after a while, and there really isn't much to do while you're there. I think I'll compile myself a few extra CDs to take along, so I at least have something to listen to. If I could, then I would read in teh car. But I have crappy balance (got it off my father) meaning that I'll start going dizzy and might risk "throwing up" which I put in inverted commars because it doesn't actually happen, but I just feel like it. Well, at least I can sit on roller costers, though I have to close my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesness...I'll be getting my ADSL/broadband thingy on Monday, though we won't be at home, so I'll really only get it on Friday when father goes to work to collect it. But then, it's all fast speed internet. Goodbye slow as hell sunet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go now, later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Splash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108099565169831281?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108099565169831281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108099565169831281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108099565169831281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108099565169831281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/come.html' title='Come...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378409453948152746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108098897292650750</id><published>2004-04-03T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T20:49:32.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnation!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; majorly, majorly pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; Gunmetal Action from Wild Arms 3 OST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?? My bloody accursed network fails to work...Again!! Bloody hell.......It started to not work when my brother's computer went completely spastic. His computer has been rather spastic the entire day actually..being &lt;strong&gt;incredibly&lt;/strong&gt; slow.....as in..it takes a damn long time just to open up the 'start' menu...but anyway, I thought, better not reboot it since he doesn't like it when we do that...but then...when my internet explorer stopped working..I came to check his computer...which had gone completely spastic.....after fiddling around with the wires a bit..I managed to get the monitor to actually display stuff..and the mouse to actually move around on the screen....then I decide that I had better soft reboot it before that's no longer an option...and so I do so..after a looot of waiting..and then his computer seems fine....oh yeah, and I had rebooted my computer too before I rebooted his...trying to see if that would get the network to work or whatever.....and so after his was fine..I wen to check my own computer to see if it had the decency to work........and...suffice to say..it didn't. Oh yeah, and I almost forgot to mention, he went out yesterday night to a friend's house..and only said that he would be coming back 'soon'..whatever that means.....Sigh....it's going to seem like my fault again. Why does this always happen when he's out?? Well, the last time was definitely my fault....but this time it isn't......at least..I don't think so......Well, maybe if he were here he would have done something earlier to fix it or something but....shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am the very, very, majorly pissed. Ah well...at least I can use his until he gets back..I'm just worried if he'll be able to fix it again...and how soon he can do so.....And to top it all off, I can't even find Wild Arms 3! Or play using the save from my earlier game of Disgaea!...*sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about posting two times in a row right after my own post..especially when I'm just complaining like this...But......ergh....I just wanted to rant and complain a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay..I will stop complaining/ranting now...and go eat. But still...&lt;strong&gt;Curse it to hell!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108098897292650750?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108098897292650750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108098897292650750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108098897292650750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108098897292650750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/damnation.html' title='Damnation!!!!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108098411836085748</id><published>2004-04-03T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T19:31:07.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to play Wild Arms 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; kinda annoyed..inabilty to find Wild Arms 3...tchhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; random wild arms 3 songs^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to play Wild Arms 3! Which is this really cool game. Except that I am unable to find it in my brother's room..darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just wanted to post this quiz results thing. So, here it is, and then off I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sunhawk/1042436602_stestrobin.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Robin - quiet yet powerful"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Robin!  Still young and a bit unsure of&lt;br&gt;your abilities, nonetheless you are a force to&lt;br&gt;be reckoned with, a real hidden dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sunhawk/quizzes/Which%20Witch%20Hunter%20Robin%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Witch Hunter Robin Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. I got Robin! Robin is so cool!^_^ I was thinking that I might have her as my potrait for the Sacrifice Ring. Or maybe not..but anyway, I'm looking for pictures of her...but not being very successful..bleh..Lots of pictures are failing to appear..I wonder why..Hmmm.....tch! Shrug...oh, darn This picture also refuses to work.....Or maybe only I can't see it.....Shrug.....Bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I played some Disgaea again, starting my own game this time instead of using my brother's. But I really only did that because my brother took the memory card with those saves on it with him when he went to a friend's house....wonder when he'll be coming back..not that I care. I just want him to tell me where Wild Arms 3 is! And to give me those saves! If he had told me earlier then I could have copied then only the other memory card..except that he was in a hurry. Anyway...*sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Ruri are so cute!!! And so  cool! Robin is so cool!!! And..somewhat cute somtimes? Shrug...Anyway...Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Robin &amp; Ruri ownzed you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Hee.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108098411836085748?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108098411836085748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108098411836085748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108098411836085748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108098411836085748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-want-to-play-wild-arms-3.html' title='I want to play Wild Arms 3!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108089838769634633</id><published>2004-04-02T18:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:46:57.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness! Holidayness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; joy joy joy joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon (from an AMV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. The title says it all.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, the page is the cool!^_^ I like the descriptions=P Oh yeah, and I forgot to point out. It's 'f00', not 'Foo'....=D Hmm..I'm still using my now worthless time to ponder about wther I should change the potrait avatar thing to something else...either to another pic of ruri...or just something else..and if I do..then to what? Hmm....I have to say I'm getting slightly tired of that exact same pic since I always see it here....Hmmage....I feel tempted to change it to Etna or Flonne....or perhaps the demon Flonne! Heh.....Hmm....I will have to ponder upon this some more.....Hee, the..Etna seems kinda...right...not very priestesslike though..Flonne....also cool..maybe more priestessy.....heh, there should be one somewhere of Lahral, Etna and Flonne all together with the combo cut thingies..I'd post them..except I feel too lazy right now..or do I? Hmm.....Hey! I just thought of som,ething! Lucy can be a prinny!!..Haahahahahahahaha! Well, a prinny is a penguin-ike thing that always says 'dood'..not a fishie..but still..seems suitable somehow, dontcha think?=D Ah..anyway, maybe I'll post pictures of those cool cute characters some other time.^_^ In case you didn't know, and you should by now, these characters are from Disgaea, which is a really cool game. So go check it out.=D Which reminds me, I plan to play it again. Get the different endings....especially the good one.^_^ Hmm..anyway, lucy's idea of Vampire Princess Miyu is actually pretty suitablegood, but since she's using it I can't....though I think a fish would be more suitable for hers.=P Such as...the goldfish from the Save Them Goldfish flash game that I have. That game is the cool! and cute too!^_^ Hmm..if I were an assassin I would put Kirika from Noir..or maybe even Mireille..but nyah....Kirika is more assassin-like..and cool. I like her. She has 1337 assassination skills!^_^ Okay, I'll stop ranting about this now....but I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; the 1337 Rant Master afterall, right?=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just now lucy came to my place...after eating (during which we couldn't decide what to eat...) then we tried to decide what to do...tried...finally, based on the concept that it requires less effort, we decided to watch something..eventually lucy managed to decide to watch Full Metal Alchemist, which is a really good anime by the way, and then we came back to my computer and then ended up talking to Kyrie and looking at the sacrifice ring page..so..yeah. But we did watch one episode of Full Metal Alchemist. Oh, and I played the Save Them Goldfish game once.=P I almost got it! 93....short 7 saved fish to win..at least, I think I win...cause it says you saved them goldfish, but about them whales?..or...something like that. Hee.^_^ The game is actually good for improving your mouse control you know? I should show it to you guys sometime...or something. And then the fishie had to leave to catch her train..and then I chatted to Kyrie some more....then she left..and then a bit later my sister came back from shopping...and forcefully commenced a polishing of my nails a glittery pink.......and then..yeah..and now here I am..ranting on and on and on..so I really should shut up. Since nobody cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll shut up now. With a few last sentences. ...Or..something.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, we should all go out sometime or something over the holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last rant note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laharl, Etna, Flonne &amp; Ruri are so cute!!!!!!!! And cool.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy for holidayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-added on edit-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I took the liberty of adding the sacrifice page on the links, 'kay?^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108089838769634633?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108089838769634633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108089838769634633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108089838769634633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108089838769634633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/yayness-holidayness.html' title='Yayness! Holidayness!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108089081981805165</id><published>2004-04-02T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:38:36.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PAGE IS BORN!!!</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAAHA!! I!! HIGH PRIEST KYRIE!! HAS FINISHED WITH THE PAGE!! So...interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/kaizerdarkwolf/Sacrifice.html"&gt; The Sacrifice Ring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still in the making though, :) the game will be explained in there at a sooner date, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108089081981805165?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108089081981805165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108089081981805165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108089081981805165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108089081981805165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/page-is-born.html' title='THE PAGE IS BORN!!!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108086885394054568</id><published>2004-04-02T11:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T11:24:33.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>At skool!! last day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/linda.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; YAY happy holiday!!! me got lotsa holiday homework!! fooey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha!!!!I have hijacked the f00 bucket's post!!! Haahahahahaah! Now I shall rant and rant! Or...not. ~ Stupid Rine (am not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....she is the ranting queen!! something ..something she is the ranting QUEEN!!...ABBA- me dont remember the lyrics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that's because it doesn't know anything at all.........=P~ fooey RINE (.......*sporks f00 bucket..realises the non-havingness of a spork....damn*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o...k... betta post it b4 RINE rants some more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108086885394054568?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108086885394054568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108086885394054568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108086885394054568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108086885394054568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/at-skool-last-day.html' title='At skool!! last day!!'/><author><name>Mei Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725182968979686857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108086366540154531</id><published>2004-04-02T09:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:58:03.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'>long time man.. but CHEEKY HOLIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/linna.txt" alt="" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; YAY. HOLIDAY! LEt's all go out sometimes m'kay?????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108086366540154531?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108086366540154531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108086366540154531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108086366540154531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108086366540154531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/long-time-man-but-cheeky-holiday.html' title='long time man.. but CHEEKY HOLIDAY!!'/><author><name>Linna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05053212960834214678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108080279037811354</id><published>2004-04-01T16:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:23:24.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!!!!! Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; The end of the world from Stellvia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Finally it works! My network and internet work! Yippeee!^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity it's such a distraction just when I should concentrate on studying for my Bio SAC though...=D Anyway, yes, I didn't mean to post..but when I found out that it worked. I just had to.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I have to go study for Bio...my sister said she found it easy though...I hope I get very high for this one....But I wonder...Bleh..Haven't gotten a single very high for Bio....High..and High...Blehness......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..this is a really short post......Heh. What is the world coming to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108080279037811354?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108080279037811354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108080279037811354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108080279037811354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108080279037811354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/04/yes-finally.html' title='Yes!!!!! Finally!!'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108071857263923713</id><published>2004-03-31T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:39:49.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/rine.txt" alt="Rine" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mental state:&lt;/strong&gt; sigh.....age. Have to do work..age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audio therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; killing from Noir (phear the name! phear it now!=D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a cool sounding word, isn't it?^_^ Yes, we are..The Sacrificers! Haahahahahahaha! But..no, I can't seem to come up with a better name for it...hmm.....Anyway, what are we sacrificing the people to anyway? And what for? Is it really called sacrificing if we don't sacrifice the person to a particular thing or for a particular purpose? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighage....I have to write up all my stupid physic experiments.....no fun..I had better finish them today..and study for my chem test too...my chem teacher keep going on about how hard this part is..blah blah blah...yeah, right. But though I know it..I still have to study..if not then....you know...you don't *know*..you know what I mean? And I have to memorize the ions..so..yeah. So that's what I have to do today..but I don't feel like it..not that I ever do. Hmph, and then for physics tomorrow we're doing another prac..and I have to write up that one for friday too! That's just unfair....Curse his wretched soul! But anyway, yeah....So I had better just get to it. In a moment.=D First I shall have my 'lunch' and then I shall get started on my physics. Yup. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop typing and go off....yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall...just you see....Nodage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiigght.....Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108071857263923713?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108071857263923713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108071857263923713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108071857263923713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108071857263923713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/03/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice...'/><author><name>RineXXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05800158302440762713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108066339470954833</id><published>2004-03-31T02:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T02:23:07.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MUAHAHAA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/kyrie.txt" alt="Kyrie!" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sacrifice-y Priest mood&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing song: Hymn of the Fayth (FFX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#E32636&gt;JOIN THE LEGION OF THE SACRIFICERS!&lt;/font&gt; Oh Rine...tell me if you have a better name...I'll make you my right hand man...woman...girl...whatever...MUZAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#E32636&gt;THE SACRIFICERS SHALL SPREAD ITS WINGS!! PHEAAAARR MORTALS!! THE LEGION WILL BE HERE!! PHEAR US!! AS THE FUTURE SHALL BE SACRIFICERS!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have three people in this nutty crowd, Me, Rine, Kelly and my beloved K-chan(I never really asked yet). Though I must say...sacrificing your somewhat-lover is weird, but oh hell its fun...:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...interested? Joining is free and all you need to have is just MSN, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, with that done...:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Ichi the Killer? Innnnnteresting...hn...I'm somewhat obsessed with killing and sacrificing, oh well...hee hee, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks for the avatar there friend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108066339470954833?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108066339470954833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108066339470954833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108066339470954833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108066339470954833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/03/muahahaa.html' title='MUAHAHAA!'/><author><name>Desert Lion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Grieverx13/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512973.post-108064338555582290</id><published>2004-03-30T20:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T20:46:40.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Phwoar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennifer_eats_rice/chronicliar.txt" alt="Alex" width=100 height=100 vspace=5 hspace=5 align=left&gt;Hallo all. I've uploaded your avatar, it's "kyrie.txt". Original am, ne?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone as excited as I am, knowing it's the last week of school for the term?! Does anyone *else* have holiday homework?! Is anyone else's left eye twitching like mine?!&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to say. Really. I'd like to get the template changed though, although I can't be stuffed making a layout currently. Still. This one's a little boring don't you think?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lucy is SQUISHY TO THE MAX!! Everyone squish Lucy now!!&lt;p&gt;Bah. It appears that I shall be going to the year 12 formal... hopefully I can get my deposit back when I change my mind in six months, but oh well. Don't feel like talking so much... oh yeah... I didn't stuff up the chem SAC I had today! Hurrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512973-108064338555582290?l=blonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/108064338555582290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512973&amp;postID=108064338555582290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108064338555582290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512973/posts/default/108064338555582290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blonkers.blogspot.com/2004/03/phwoar.html' title='Phwoar!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793005947205305720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
