<?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-506076656410363276</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:19:38.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>♥kats;</title><subtitle type='html'>My life and shit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1498823841010868905</id><published>2010-03-06T04:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:00:33.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is easy.</title><content type='html'>I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellokat.tumblr.com/"&gt;hellokat.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1498823841010868905?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1498823841010868905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1498823841010868905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1498823841010868905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1498823841010868905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-easy.html' title='This is easy.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1134136941294988639</id><published>2009-07-08T05:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:28:26.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/nines.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hair. BANGS! What do you think? My momma thinks I'm amping up my Chinese background to a tenfold, and her friends, whom I've never met before, thought I was a Chinese friend of my sister's (afterwards they thought we were twins...wtf). Hahaha. I didn't straighten it or anything, I actually had it in a bun beforehand, so when I let it down it was all wavy and weird. I usually straighten it, but, yeah. Oh, and it's also dyed from a box dye! L'oreal Preference for Dark Hair. Works really well. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm a whoring myself a little. But you know what? IDGAF. And yes, those cutesy asian poses are on purpose. I'm aware I look like an idiot. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1134136941294988639?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1134136941294988639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1134136941294988639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1134136941294988639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1134136941294988639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8450026051588328801</id><published>2009-07-07T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:11:35.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart was caught in a landslide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now it feels for you only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8450026051588328801?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8450026051588328801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8450026051588328801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8450026051588328801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8450026051588328801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart-was-caught-in-landslide-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4870862105235361100</id><published>2009-07-01T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:16:54.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day! 200th Post!</title><content type='html'>This is my 200th post. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo I'm trying very hard to be a lot of things at once. Listening to guys' advice can be so confusing. Ok. So, apparently, I have to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A flirt&lt;br /&gt;2. But not too aggressive&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to "GO FOR IT!"&lt;br /&gt;4. But don't get so anxious&lt;br /&gt;5. Go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;6. But make sure to be really on his case&lt;br /&gt;7. Not expect too much&lt;br /&gt;8. But not settle for anything less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of confusing. It's like back and forth: some say I'm too aggressive, some say I don't do enough, some say I expect too much, some say I'm lazy about the whole thing. Honestly, after what happened the last time? I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want. I'm gonna show that I'm interested. I don't do games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be too aggressive? &lt;/span&gt;Are you guys serious? You guys can be so fucking dense sometimes there isn't any other way but to be aggressive. But don't worry, I'm not gonna flirt with you every time it's my turn to speak. I have some sense, you fucking dolts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get so anxious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;help that then I would. Try falling for someone hard and try to act all whatever about it. If you said you could, then you haven't fallen for anyone. You're just fooling yourself.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect too much? &lt;/span&gt;Fuck off, I'm a girl, we expect things. Although I'm not looking for like a marriage or whatever, what I'm expecting is simple. I just want to spend more time with you. Romance isn't required. God, why would anyone be so scared of that? Am I that horrible to spend time with? And M and I have spent a lot of time together before, so what's wrong with expecting for more? I realize there's a big possibility of rejection, but I've handled way worse. I'm not made of glass. Also, it's simple science.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you don't have a theory, there's no point in trying out an experiment to prove it.&lt;/span&gt; And everyone's advice is to "go for it!". So if I didn't expect anything, I wouldn't even bother flirting. SUCK ON THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wise friend, Lisa Ng said that if I really want something, I have to show that I want it, think positive thoughts about it, and it'll happen. I thought about it, and it sort of makes sense. I'm not sure if it works on wanting someone, but with objects, fuck yeah it does. Just make sure your dad notices you pining away for it. (I want an iPhone now) But I digress, I might have to try out on M. OMG if he doesn't know by now then he's just an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is Canada Day. I was at Victor's house last night to celebrate Lisa's birthday. I had a few tequila shots for the first time! It was pretty good. :9 (then I drunk texted someone...*cough*M*cough* which I still don't regret. Haha. It was funny!) We surprised her with cake, and she cried a little. And there was roses. I still have to get her her cactus. Haha. I hope she had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually very content today. Happy, not anxious, not restless. I want to go running today! So I might. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4870862105235361100?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4870862105235361100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4870862105235361100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4870862105235361100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4870862105235361100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-canada-day-200th-post.html' title='Happy Canada Day! 200th Post!'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-986733680169768492</id><published>2009-06-27T02:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:27:32.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while! As you know, I've had the most hectic week. I'm really sleepy at the moment, actually, but I have a few things to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When I was smaller I was in love with him and his music, and he's the first ever artist that I ever listened to. He made me very interested in music, and my dad's 2 part video anthology VCD was our most-watched thing in our whole video library. When I heard the news I was shocked, and I was hoping it was a rumour. But when everyone confirmed it...I felt devastated. I don't know why, I guess it's because he was my first idol. He was a great musician and dancer, and his life was fucked up. But I'm glad to know that even though the last run of his life was a little strange, especially with the public eye constantly ostracizing him for his strange behaviour (that ultimately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; probably pushed him to do), the world remembers him as what he truly is: a living legend whose originality changed pop music forever, and as a good charitable man who loved his family. His legacy will be on everyone's lips 100 years from now! Rest in peace, Michael. You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on a much lighter note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spring classes have ended and I have complete freedom! YAY! And you know what? I have a new love interest. We shall call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;. (Yeah, it's Michael Jackson.) I think he knows because, well, he's sort of saying a couple of things that a girl like me would ponder over. I think he's said them before, when I didn't give two shits about his come-ons, but I've never noticed. I guess now that I have 'woken up' I'm a little more attentive. But it's a little different...he seems kind of cautious, but at the same time he's willing to. I never initiate conversations on MSN. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; the one who calls me every night. And he's the one who wants to hang out with me on Sunday. (Well, I want to hang out with him too!) He's supposed to come over tomorrow, but he might not make it due to work &amp;amp; dinner at his aunt's, but he says he wants to hang out anyway. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are getting a little suspicious. I didn't tell anyone, because I don't know how they'll take it. I'll be honest....I will get made fun of for liking him (because he seems like a wimpy little shit if you ever meet him) if they ever found out. Add that and my previous crush on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;, who's closest friend happens to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;--they'll think my taste in men is just terrible. I agree. But then again the reason I like(d) these two is more of their personalities than looks. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; has always been there for me, through all the major problems in the past 2 years. And I've always tried to be there for him. I don't know if I want a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship per se, but I know in my heart that I don't want him out of my life either. Like I told my closest friends: I don't want to define our relationship at all. If it's more than friendly, then let it be, but please, let it be mutual, and PLEASE I need my other friends not to ask questions. I'm a little confused myself how I could like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; of all people! I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK. If it's like a fluke, I'm gonna get irritated. But you know what? I'm not even gonna pursue a relationship so let's not get carried away, self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not leaving anymore this summer. He told me. :D That made me so happy. Been in a very good mood all day because of it. I think my attitude has been rubbing off on my family because they're all smiley and in good moods for the day. My parents were asking me why I was so happy, but I couldn't really give them a good straight answer. All I know is this weekend is going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he comes over tomorrow. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm going to bed. Good day, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-986733680169768492?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/986733680169768492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=986733680169768492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/986733680169768492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/986733680169768492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-posted-in-while-as-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2671737453134377801</id><published>2009-06-19T02:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:05:29.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our love is rock steady.</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. Iskandar can laugh really loud (he sounds like a girl! LOL), and that is endearing. My mummy worried over him on his way home. She was all "I hope he gets back ok! I can't believe he's travelling alone! That must be so lonely. He's too skinny, he should eat more. Aww. I just want to hug him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, you won her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a lot of fun. I hope you are, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2671737453134377801?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2671737453134377801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2671737453134377801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2671737453134377801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2671737453134377801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-love-is-rock-steady.html' title='Our love is rock steady.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5193447449600141543</id><published>2009-06-17T00:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:17:16.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>It's funny how life works out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Iskandar today at downtown Toronto. He's shorter than I thought he would, but he's the same person I know from online. He's very energetic, but very kind, and very easy to talk to. Hanging out with him felt extremely natural. He was extremely tired from his NYC trip, and I was trying to show him all the awesome spots in TO but I think he was just too tired to walk. I was gonna get him a Weekly Pass but I think it's better to get tokens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was definitely the concert. I've been to gigs and stuff, but I've never really been to a full-out concert with all the crazy arenas and big lights and millions of speakers, and I have to say being actually there is so much different from watching it from a DVD. So, Farah, I know you hate it when people screaming their lungs out when recording videos, but if you were actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;, then you wouldn't be able to help yourself. Especially if you really loooove the band playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar recorded a lot of videos, and I think my voice ruins all of it because I kept going "OMG WOOO!" etc etc. Sorry, y'all. I told him, don't bother taking videos, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; in the moment and take it all in. Trying to hold a camera still while you record doesn't work in concerts that you want to get yourself involved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Concert Review Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedouin Soundclash was eh. They sound really good live, and their music is great. But it didn't whet my appetite. Bring on Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNNx5zcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mrx7175DyjE/s1600-h/3634252093_a934afe718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNNx5zcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mrx7175DyjE/s320/3634252093_a934afe718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348172119097855426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore surprised me. A lot of kids were there because you know, of the Twilight thang, and they were good. Better than I thought, because I've seen their performances on TV and they were kinda terrible there. But tonight they sounded very good, and I liked it. Iskandar enjoyed himself, he kept taping it. Lol. But the audience was kind of dead. Like only a few people were standing up and were into it. A lot of people were just sitting down and weren't even bobbing their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, of course, the Mighty Four from Anaheim, California, graced the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNRR11zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2N2vcuZCzL0/s1600-h/3635058092_a3e3924792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNRR11zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2N2vcuZCzL0/s320/3635058092_a3e3924792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348172120037119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was on their feet, screaming their hearts out, and I was there, surprised to find myself being one of those people. They have so much stage presence it captivates you. And they played all of my favourite songs, so I was singing and rocking out to every single one of them. I clapped so hard that two hours later my hands are still red and swollen, screamed so loud I've lost some of my voice. Gwen invited a few people on stage and I was so jealous. She let them take pictures, dance with her, gave them hugs. She's so awesome. Tony was just guuuuuuh sex on legs. UNF.  The whole energy of the crowd--the singing and everything--it was craaazy and electrifying. I can only imagine what it's like being on that stage seeing all of that happen. It's magical! I had such a blast!!! I'm definitely going to try to repeat this experience with No Doubt. They are legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNvniUOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MV1RXtGV8nI/s1600-h/3635055994_3c8b661f8e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNANmf0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FWCrcvf3cfc/s320/3634250315_3c01b627a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348172115455934274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNvniUOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MV1RXtGV8nI/s320/3635055994_3c8b661f8e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348172128181178594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BFFS, YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to how life surprises me. When Iskandar and I broke up in 2004, I listened to No Doubt's greatest hits album for 2 years everyday. All the songs they have there relate in one way or another of how I dealt with the situation and how I mended my own heart. And then later, when Iskandar and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; meet again for the first time in five years, we go to this concert and there Gwen is singing my story to me, and the person standing next to me--the cause of it all. Ain't that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I think it went full circle, call it fate if you will, but my heart is now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; and 100% undeniably and utmost completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;just mine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's in my own hands now, and whoever I offer it to should know that it's not so easily broken.  So cheers to you, Gwen, Tony, Tom and Adrian. And to Iskandar, too. I wouldn't be me without you amazing people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5193447449600141543?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5193447449600141543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5193447449600141543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5193447449600141543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5193447449600141543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SjiGNNx5zcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mrx7175DyjE/s72-c/3634252093_a934afe718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6544301602667399031</id><published>2009-06-11T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:56:23.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamed of R last night. He hasn't been in my dreams for months. I woke up and I've been anxious all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I miss him. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6544301602667399031?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6544301602667399031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6544301602667399031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6544301602667399031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6544301602667399031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dreamed-of-r-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7892555738922102410</id><published>2009-06-06T02:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:16:51.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck.</title><content type='html'>I'm a little frustrated because AutoCad keeps crashing on me, and I really need to get this project done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach hurts so bad I can't sit up. I can't do work like this, so I'm waiting for it to settle but I think I might have to sleep it off. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong timiiing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7892555738922102410?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7892555738922102410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7892555738922102410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7892555738922102410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7892555738922102410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck.html' title='Fuck.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4955205692652360199</id><published>2009-06-05T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:09:44.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still awake&lt;/span&gt;..........I was watching some Korean movie, and then I rewatched Star Trek...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All nighter for no reason. I just want to correct my sleeping habits. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some work later too, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving. Ate nothing for 12 hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a baptism for a relative that I've never met tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;! (I have to dress up for that one! Maybe I can feign sickness, so I don't need to come, yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fuck, there is a picnic with my friends in two hours, too! Blah. I'm not going. I only go if there is watermelon and my mamma's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius ideas as usual, Katrina Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make myself some tea, like old times--I've honestly gone through worse, anyway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;72 hours without sleep&lt;/span&gt;, can you handle that, beeyatches? Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for that tea. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite word of the day--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chinko&lt;/span&gt;! I think it means 'penis' in Japanese, (Dammit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gintama&lt;/span&gt;! Why must I always watch you?) but it's so fun to say. Like the other word 'clacker'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4955205692652360199?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4955205692652360199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4955205692652360199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4955205692652360199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4955205692652360199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5199942984603239020</id><published>2009-06-03T01:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:06:19.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realized that my type has changed........if you're tall, lanky, stylish and  a hot asian guy, I'd probably have a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiiiiit. This is all R's fault. Why'd he have to go and be all friendly and unattainable? Now I  have some weird psychological thing going on where I'm only attracted to hot asians because this one hot asian rejected me. D: Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy. Check out how many things I've done for my to-do list (for the next two weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1. Find a house to model in 3d&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Draw the Following&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;a. Ground Floor Plan&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          b. Second Floor Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          c. Site Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          d. Front Elevation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          e. Side Elevation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3. Model the Following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;          a. Ground Floor Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          b. Second Floor Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          c. Topography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          d. Dock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;          e. Interior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So much for hard work. Instead, I want to watch Gintama and get my Azn fix, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiYbeDMKYjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiYbeDMKYjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I never realized the guy from Absolute Boyfriend was this cute. Look at him smile! And he speaks English fluently! He's married though, apparently....haha all the good ones are either married or gay. That kid looks like a mini Mizushima Hiro though. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT, R, I'm gonna kick your ass when you get back from HK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5199942984603239020?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5199942984603239020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5199942984603239020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5199942984603239020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5199942984603239020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-realized-that-my-type-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4408869786019175783</id><published>2009-05-30T18:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:54:31.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Spaghetti &amp;amp; meatballs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love you, Mamma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is really freaking happy her mamma cooked her favourite*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4408869786019175783?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4408869786019175783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4408869786019175783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4408869786019175783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4408869786019175783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7177326207898841837</id><published>2009-05-29T04:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:42:44.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>keepin' it gangsta.</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, cleaned my room and organized my closet. It's organized in categories (sweaters, blazers, jeans, pants, button down shirts, dresses, tee shirts), by season (coats and such), fabric thickness, and, most importantly, by the colour of the clothing hanger. It's quite a site to see, I showed it to my sister and she was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I could go from being the messiest person to straight up possessing OCDs. But then again, what fun is it cleaning up when there's no mess in the  first place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my personality...maybe that's why I'm always watching dramas and reading stories and gossiping. (Better than having my own mess, which thankfully, I don't have!) Speaking of dramas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farah Filza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see me on MSN, update me with your situation, k? I've been pondering about it for a while. I hope everything's still ok!&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/506076656410363276-7177326207898841837?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7177326207898841837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7177326207898841837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7177326207898841837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7177326207898841837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/keepin-it-gangsta.html' title='keepin&apos; it gangsta.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3326055840315901166</id><published>2009-05-25T23:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:45:48.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wore today</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/whatiworetoday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bluenotes Shirt that says "Everybody Needs to be Loved"  - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Old Navy Dark Indigo skinny denim jeans - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother's Urban Behaviour hoodie - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how much it is. I knicked it from his closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flip flops from Old Navy in black - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sister's Blue Heart wood necklace - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't know why I liked this outfit so much, really. I think it's because it's freaking comfortable and it has touches of my brother and my sister's personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; wear today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3326055840315901166?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3326055840315901166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3326055840315901166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3326055840315901166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3326055840315901166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-wore-today.html' title='What I wore today'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2250283528583416818</id><published>2009-05-25T03:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:45:02.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalaaa</title><content type='html'>I can't stop listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superhuman&lt;/span&gt; by Keri Hilson &amp;amp; Chris Brown, even though it's kind of old...hehe. I've always liked this song, but it struck me when I was reading a book, and it kind of clicked with the story. So now there's a deeper attachment to the song for me. Haha. Also, it's fun to sing to (and annoy my sister with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  since then I've been youtubing covers for this particular song (while AutoCADing, which btw, has crashed 15 times in the past half an hour. Fuck.)  and daaamn there are so many good covers. I wish I could sing that well.  Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to go back and continue with my assignment. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2250283528583416818?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2250283528583416818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2250283528583416818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2250283528583416818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2250283528583416818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalalaaa.html' title='Lalalaaa'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3193535283874885432</id><published>2009-05-23T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:26:56.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended family? Wtf is that?</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I'm a little ashamed that I know shit-all about my family (outside my immediate family, that is). Like really I do not know anything. I don't know how many siblings my mom and dad have. (I think 6 for my momma, 4 for my dad.) I don't know all my cousins and I don't know their surnames, either. (I was looking for them on friendster earlier and I found like 3 out of...well...there should be more than 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JFC, I'm gonna sit my parents down one night and I'm gonna be like, "Listen, I know I've never had an interest in this before, but holy shit tell me about your families!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know though, that my grandmother on my mom's side is a HBIC (well, so is my grandmother on my dad's side), she's had about 3 husbands. My maternal grandfather is her last husband,and is also a few years her junior. And she's like half-chinese and can speak it too. But she's really mean, and we're all kinda scared of her, my mother especially. My mom has a love-hate relationship with my grandma, because she didn't let my mom follow her dreams to study medicine. Which, I guess, is great for me because my mother always supports my artistic side and my current wish to pursue architecture. And because my grandma was strict, so was my mother, but she was never overbearing, and raised me to be, what I hope, a good person. (Although Gale, my sister, thinks I'm too much of a scaredy cat--like Mum--to do shit all...which is true. Dammit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents live in the same neigbhourhood, which means naturally, my parents were once neighbours, but they didn't meet each other until high school. My dad was playing guitar when he saw my mum walking past. And he told everyone that he was gonna marry her. My mum was like "NO wtf, gtfo!" but then BAM ten years later they have me. =D Anyway, my maternal grandfather actually helped my paternal grandfather woo his future wife. Ain't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else...my cousins on the maternal side...they're the ones I actually know. I grew up with them, except the youngest one who was born while I was abroad (in Singapore). I think a few of them are in Saudi Arabia, and most of them are either learning nursing or engineering. I have a feeling that I'm the only one in my family who's done neither. My sister might turn to medicine, which, on some days, I wish I did. Still, I do not know all my cousins on that side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know aaaannything about my cousins on the paternal side except that I have a fat cousin named Fatima (whom I actually want to dote on because she's so cute and loveable), and I have a cousin that eloped, and has a kid. Seriously, I'm terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might make a family tree and trace back who my ancestors are, if I ever vacation in the Philippines again. Which, I think, is likely, considering my parents want to retire and move back there, afterall. (I'm staying in Toronto, with my brother and sister, this place has grown on me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3193535283874885432?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3193535283874885432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3193535283874885432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3193535283874885432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3193535283874885432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/extended-family-wtf-is-that.html' title='Extended family? Wtf is that?'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8904125810451305235</id><published>2009-05-19T08:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:10:32.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking bigots.</title><content type='html'>So I was on my facebook earlier on, checking on the statuses of my friends when I saw this update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt; is watching the bangla infront of him pretend to SMS by staring intently into his $20 handphone with his thumb on they arrow button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This irritates me to no end. It's unnecessarily condescending and, worst of all, racist. As if a person is automatically superior to those who are technologically illiterate compared to themselves. I feel really bad for the person on the other end, because clearly he felt extremely embarrassed--enough to go through means like that just to fit in with standards of people like XXX, because what else could he do to try and save his dignity? People like XXX already judge him immediately based on his race. So he can't he rejoice in the fact that he has a cell phone to begin with, an ownership that does not distinguish him from the masses unlike his the colour of his skin? Even if it's only costs $20, to him, the value is worth much more than that of you and the value of your $400 phone, because you obviously would rather watch and judge other people instead of minding your own business and perhaps, maybe, using your goddamn $400 phone for something more productive other than updating your facebook with this stupid observation. So shut the fuck up. If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a facebook status update, but omfg. What an ass. Thank God I don't even live in the same city is this guy anymore. (He's an ass...I don't even know why he's on my facebook. *deletes* I remembered him calling me racist names back in the day too. He called me a 'paki', but I was like 'Wtf I'm filipino. I'm not even close to that. Your sad attempt to taunt me--as if, bitch-- is a massive boatload full of fail.')I hate ignorant racist fucks, and it's a shame the world is infested with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;The comment on his status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh no,the bangla is like aiming for a good time to snatch $20 from the owner,he is desperate for it,That's Stealing (:&lt;br /&gt;Like I say,All eyes r watching the Bangla,haha :P&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wha--? I...am not even gonna fucking bother. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8904125810451305235?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8904125810451305235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8904125810451305235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8904125810451305235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8904125810451305235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fucking-bigots.html' title='Fucking bigots.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6694263706219714082</id><published>2009-05-19T03:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:38:58.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just hone in on my central thesis for the night.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I don't have shit to do, either. My assignment won't do itself. But it's not due until the 27th, so here I am putting it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched the second half of LotR's Two Towers and all of RotK, so I was going to do that, but then I couldn't invest 5 hours of my time doing that. So I settled for watching this anime (lol...I know, it's a little weird.) my friend Matt showed me. It's fucking hilarious, but I can only stand it for like 2 episodes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I watched the Gossip Girl finale (BORING), and I finished it but I feel a little incomplete and now I'm stuck. I could talk to people on msn but I've got nothing to say. I don't really have a life. I don't really like anyone. Well, I do, but he's in Hong Kong, so nothing's gonna happen till he gets back--which is in September. So that really means I don't like anyone. Nor am I looking for anyone. Hmph. There really is nothing new with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go to bed then. BUT THAT'S SO BORING UGGH. My life sucks. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6694263706219714082?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6694263706219714082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6694263706219714082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6694263706219714082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6694263706219714082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-just-hone-in-on-my-central.html' title='Let me just hone in on my central thesis for the night.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2660107336750155492</id><published>2009-05-13T22:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:58:05.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O HAI, BBS! Let me take your pic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/kat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I was bored, waiting to leave the house for a bright sunny day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hair has gotten flat, it has no style to it. I'm thinking of cutting it again, but I love the length. I might just ask the lady to come and add more layers to it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from class and I'm dead tired. My tummy's been hurting, and I'm sleepy, so I'm going to bed soon. Yay. Just gotta brush my teeth and wash off my make-up. Yep. Pointless update. Except for that bitchin' photo I wanted to post. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are doing good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;3kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2660107336750155492?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2660107336750155492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2660107336750155492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2660107336750155492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2660107336750155492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='O HAI, BBS! Let me take your pic.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8255978958799239208</id><published>2009-05-12T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:45:14.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch is Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm baaaaack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! For another 4 months, who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended around three weeks ago for me and I've been doing nothing but watching Lost and Gossip Girl on my laptop, reading trashy novels (and god-awful fan fiction from all sorts of fandoms) and stuffing my face with sinfully delicious junk-food. All of these, of course, is done at night. In true spring/summer break fashion, I do it all nocturnally. Sleep all day, stay up all night. That's the life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which corresponds with my spring classes, since they're all night classes. Why? Ryerson's spring courses are only offered through the Chang School, most of which is at night time. It's all good. I am updating at 9.30am because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;. :(  It's 'cause I'm excited about something that hopefully I can update you guys with later on, and also because my sleeping patterns are so fucked up, my brain doesn't know when to shut itself down. So I'm thinking of just staying up all day today and sleep it off in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hang on&lt;/span&gt;--that might be a problem, actually, because I have things to do. I have to get started on this thing I have to submit to a magazine, and my coursework for my 3d rendering course. I mean, I have time to do them, but I know I might push it so far back that I might not end up doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well!&lt;/span&gt; What's another day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, congratulations are in order to myself. I got my results today, and my GPA is still ok, and I'm in clear academic standing. I passed my 2nd year! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring it on, 3rd year Architecture!&lt;/span&gt; WOO! Bitches, I'm halfway done my bachelor's! (Sure, that means shit all, but heeeeey I did a lot of work for it!) Unfortunately though, some of my friends didn't make it, which makes me a little sad, but at least I'll still see them around. I cannot wait to get started again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm gonna go see what I can do to keep myself up for a few more hours. This is bad...I'm too used to sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed this blog. It's really good to be back! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8255978958799239208?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8255978958799239208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8255978958799239208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8255978958799239208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8255978958799239208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch-is-back.html' title='The Bitch is Back.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5788691052248845589</id><published>2009-01-04T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:43:49.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Bye, guys. See you in 4 months (blogwise). Maybe sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5788691052248845589?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5788691052248845589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5788691052248845589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5788691052248845589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5788691052248845589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8507808007804840715</id><published>2008-12-26T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:20:29.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look up if you like me</title><content type='html'>I stayed up all night doing &lt;a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/11w61w7.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Heehee! That would be Cassie Ainsworth from Skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new pen tablet. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8507808007804840715?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8507808007804840715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8507808007804840715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8507808007804840715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8507808007804840715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-up-if-you-like-me.html' title='Look up if you like me'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4035156803128480779</id><published>2008-12-15T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:51:38.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3109141405_437fe485b3_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3109994622_0fd9932189_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3109179241_98ebea97e8_m-1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3109979212_fe3c747138_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3110003774_aff4bf2919_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3109996352_19135e18a0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping yesterday and today. I'm scared to check my bank account. But I bought some stuff (half of which I didn't bother taking a picture of)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3110015806_f5d622d63c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not clear, taken in my sister's room (yes, that's the creeper behind me). She doesn't clean her mirror. Like me. I bought a new black cardigan and some $17 red pants from Forever 21. Haha. I love them, they're crazy. My mother told me she had a pair when she was my age too. WOW the 80s is alive again. I need a &lt;i&gt;cheap&lt;/i&gt; pair of black heeled ankle boots to go with this pair of pants. Hm. (H&amp;M/F21 it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3086941283_754b30029b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends bought me this! For my birthday. Actually they bought something else completely crazy that was not totally me. (I think it looks cool, but I refuse to wear &lt;a href="http://www.viecouture.com/guess-hepburn-small-tote/guess-hepburntote1/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; in public) So I went to exchange it and got this one. Much more me. They didn't mind, thankfully. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/3086939563_498999b7cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A much closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought some other stuff. I'd take pictures of them to make this more fun but my camera battery is dead. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought...&lt;br /&gt;a Nylon magazine (because I knew my friends would be late, and I needed something to take up my time)&lt;br /&gt;a mustard-coloured knitted scarf&lt;br /&gt;an external hard drive for future cad drawings from the lab.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of eggplant-coloured pants!&lt;br /&gt;a bottle of Chanel's Chance au Fraiche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a free sample of Chanel No. 5. Now I know why it's the world's leading perfume. It smells amazing! Kind of better than Chance, but I guess No. 5 will be for when I turn 25, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm broke. Haha. Damn.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4035156803128480779?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4035156803128480779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4035156803128480779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4035156803128480779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4035156803128480779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-shopping-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-232413127424545528</id><published>2008-12-13T04:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:37:29.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone think I'm going to fuck this up? Why? Am I really that much of a mess? &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; even doubt myself. Is he worth it? I don't know, we'll have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-232413127424545528?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/232413127424545528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=232413127424545528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/232413127424545528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/232413127424545528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/r.html' title='R.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6242600001580553613</id><published>2008-12-09T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:41:35.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The next two days will be one of the worst days I'll ever go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, have you ever rocked the shit out of the exam period like this? Haha. 5 hours of sleep for the next 48 hour period, ladies and gentlemen! 90% of it spend reading and memorizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a med student! Except, you know, instead of the human body, it's about buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6242600001580553613?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6242600001580553613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6242600001580553613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6242600001580553613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6242600001580553613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-two-days-will-be-one-of-worst-days.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5933353453383222423</id><published>2008-12-05T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:06:01.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O, OK.</title><content type='html'>Sagittarius - Your Love Profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards&lt;br /&gt;You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive&lt;br /&gt;You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever&lt;br /&gt;Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of you&lt;br /&gt;Is bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldly act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about you. Focus on your partner's needs every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind about your partner, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5933353453383222423?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5933353453383222423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5933353453383222423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5933353453383222423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5933353453383222423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-ok.html' title='O, OK.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3220618652527644060</id><published>2008-11-29T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:40:08.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tummy hurts and I'm going crazy with all these assignments. I need a break. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my birthday. I'll tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began at midnight, when I got a call from Lisa (who I called 20 minutes earlier) screaming "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH" with a croaky voice. It was so sweet, and I told her I'd meet her later on in the day. Never happened, but more of that later. Then 2 minutes after we hung up, Iskandar called me and we talked around for an hour I think? The funniest part was the end, when we couldn't hang up. AHA. God, we're such losers. But I wuv you &lt;3! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother woke up and wished me a happy birthday. She did this because the whole week I've been coming home late (around midnight) from school because of all the assignments, and by the time I get in she's already sleeping because she needs to get up early for work. This week I think I only saw my dad once. =P I'll say hi to him when him and my mom gets home from their date later. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after my 2 am greeting, I did some homework, fell asleep, woke up five hours later and went to school. I went up to my studio space and got attacked by three of my best girlfriends screaming "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". Lol. I got suffocated by the bear hugs. My crush was there too and he greeted me a happy birthday. Lol. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few hours were torture, rushing everything for the 4 pm deadline (which didn't happen). I was so annoyed the whole time, and my mood was getting worse by all these specifications my professor was asking for. Seriously...everything for digital submissions were so meticulous and it wasn't like he was gonna look at them. He was just going to look at the architectural model anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished...at like 7, my friends (excluding two: one had to work and the other because she's a bitch...she's not really my friend actually) and I, including my crush, went to eat dinner. At first I thought it was like a spurr of the moment thing, like "Hey it's your bday let's get some grub" but we ended up going to this swanky restaurant under reservations. Dinner was so good-- the penne looked like it wasn't enough but actually it was more than enough! And the jokes just kept coming. After that I got surprised by a birthday cake and everyone at the restaurant singing happy birthday to me. That was sweet. The waiter put it on his tab. He kept making jokes with me, but I was too dumb to recognize it on time. I think he liked me though hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home, saw my sister, who wished me a happy birthday, and then passed out on my bed. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's a better birthday than most. My friend thought I was having a crappy day though, to which I said, "What? This is one of the best birthdays ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAha, shows how much crappy birthdays I've had over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all for remembering though. Thanks Farah, for stealing my picture and putting that up too. It makes me feel special. Even Yan Shan texted me! Haha yaaay reunited again  &lt;3. Thanks. 20. Wow. I'm old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3220618652527644060?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3220618652527644060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3220618652527644060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3220618652527644060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3220618652527644060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-tummy-hurts-and-im-going-crazy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7884305457958883366</id><published>2008-11-27T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:54:21.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for calling me, Isk! It was soooo nice to hear from you even though half the time I was like, "YOU'RE BREAKING UUUPPP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great day. I ended up falling asleep half an hour after you called. Kinda pissed at myself, I have so much work to do, but it's fine. I'm a pro, I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for calling, you made my birthday awesome already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7884305457958883366?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7884305457958883366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7884305457958883366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7884305457958883366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7884305457958883366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-for-calling-me-isk-it-was-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5991029588246153048</id><published>2008-11-21T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:53:18.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard being a playa.</title><content type='html'>Three boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is the face and the gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;One is the personality and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;One is geographically attractive with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, God? Why don't you wrap all of that into one and send to this address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PICK NO ONE. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5991029588246153048?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5991029588246153048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5991029588246153048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5991029588246153048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5991029588246153048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-hard-being-playa.html' title='It&apos;s hard being a playa.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7045701756148134954</id><published>2008-11-20T06:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:24:51.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These days who knows what it means?</title><content type='html'>To answer Karen's question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like smoking in general. I hate the smell. But I don't brand people un-date-able because of it, simply because I've met so many people in Uni who are so attractive personality-wise. Having pre-conceived notions about smokers is definitely something I don't do. But of course if I did date a smoker, which I have, I'd tell him to quit, for the sake of his health and mine. Most of my best friends are smokers, and it'll be kind of hypocritical of me to still be friends with them and reject a good guy just because he smokes, you know? Anyway as long as you smoke at appropriate times, and you are well-informed about the consequences, then do whatever you want. Just don't do it in my face because the smell is so gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7045701756148134954?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7045701756148134954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7045701756148134954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7045701756148134954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7045701756148134954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-days-who-knows-what-it-means.html' title='These days who knows what it means?'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3969874473167724241</id><published>2008-11-16T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:56:08.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination is my best friend and my enemy</title><content type='html'>You're stuck on an elevator with the person you've fallen the hardest for, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrity you love the most offers to marry you, as long as you don't talk to any of your current friends or family members anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;If I like him back then we'll see what happens from there, if not then I'll respectfully decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want to live to see another day, you're forced to snort cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Let's do the coke. If I only have one day to live, why the eff not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up in one of the Saw movies, do you think you could survive?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you were in a photobooth taking pictures with friend?&lt;br /&gt;Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person you had a sleepover with?&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided seeing them?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with such a terribly annoying voice that you can't even stand it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My mother's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, what do you think you cry about the most?&lt;br /&gt;School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last guy you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Huat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think best friends can be replaced?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person you held hands with mean a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends is the easiest to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Well, quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on between you and the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What friend do you tell the most?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;What, I don't even know the last time i had a deep conversation with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the weirdest place you've changed clothes?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going anywhere next summer?&lt;br /&gt;I hope Cuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for anyone's call right now?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you kissed mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talkative?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you secretly like someone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you announce when you have to pee?&lt;br /&gt;yeah hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the last time I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;I think so, and that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances easily?&lt;br /&gt;I used to think no, but obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you're looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about change?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Change is welcome, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you got a text message and smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made anyone laugh when they were crying?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to be around people, or by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person to text today?&lt;br /&gt;Isk. I think he fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3969874473167724241?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3969874473167724241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3969874473167724241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3969874473167724241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3969874473167724241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastination-is-my-best-friend-and.html' title='procrastination is my best friend and my enemy'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2759150057409513996</id><published>2008-11-09T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:24:07.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Place your past into a book, burn the pages let them cook</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much nothing until Friday. My friend Jubin turned 19, so we went to Jack Astor's and had dinner. We gave her this $90 Swarovski Crystal necklaace. She loved it. The night was fun. Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n503123495_1539944_8644.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n505042798_1134184_6593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n505042798_1134186_7243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n505042798_1134187_7506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n505042798_1133218_6622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n505042798_1133190_8613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n505042798_1133183_6894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pics are huge, but I dont have photoshop anymore so I can't resize them. And I'm too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2759150057409513996?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2759150057409513996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2759150057409513996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2759150057409513996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2759150057409513996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/place-your-past-into-book-burn-pages.html' title='Place your past into a book, burn the pages let them cook'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7933511078173199542</id><published>2008-11-02T01:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:05:21.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A post that will probably confuse the shit out of you.</title><content type='html'>Stuff I need to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they say ignorance is bliss, they mean it. He better not fuck around with me anymore, he better be the person he claims he is now or there will be hell to pay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To a few people: I'm sooo sorry. I'm a terrible person. Stop putting up with me and my shit. You don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This last week I was just annoyed at you. Sorry. I'm not anymore though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're so  booooorrriiiiinnnngggg! But you're so fucking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To self: I hate you, you're a liar and you procrastinating too much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toronto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; needs more Class A men. That or I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7933511078173199542?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7933511078173199542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7933511078173199542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7933511078173199542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7933511078173199542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-that-will-probably-confuse-shit.html' title='A post that will probably confuse the shit out of you.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2850165601950042651</id><published>2008-10-30T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:35:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>didn't wanna know the things I knew</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes in real life you're like, "No, that's not really how I feel" and then you go to bed, and then you dream about feeling exactly the opposite of how you feel, and you wake up and you're like, "Shit, that's exactly how I feel!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DENIAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihopeit'sjustacrush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2850165601950042651?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2850165601950042651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2850165601950042651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2850165601950042651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2850165601950042651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/didnt-wanna-know-things-i-knew.html' title='didn&apos;t wanna know the things I knew'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7548863256360591212</id><published>2008-10-28T00:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:11:31.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’ve got the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;br /&gt;And lift him back up again&lt;br /&gt;You are strong but you’re needy,&lt;br /&gt;Humble but you’re greedy&lt;br /&gt;Based on your body language,&lt;br /&gt;your shouted cursive I’ve been reading&lt;br /&gt;You’re style is quite selective,&lt;br /&gt;though your mind is rather reckless&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it just suggests&lt;br /&gt;that this is just what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It’s like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;br /&gt;And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause here we are, here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;br /&gt;Your comebacks they’re quick&lt;br /&gt;And probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;There’s no shame in being crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how you take these&lt;br /&gt;Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is&lt;br /&gt;It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;br /&gt;And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Cause here, here we are, Here we are&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through timeless words in priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fly like birds not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - "A Beautiful Mess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like this song was written for me (ha, I wish)! God, if one day there'd be this guy out there who would listen to this song and think, "Wow, that's so Kat....she's such a bitch" but he'd still be ok with me then great, please direct yourself my way. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a to do list for nobody else's reference but my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Site Analysis&lt;br /&gt;2. Site Plan&lt;br /&gt;3. Partis (at least 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7548863256360591212?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7548863256360591212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7548863256360591212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7548863256360591212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7548863256360591212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/mess.html' title='a mess'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7378612025729861249</id><published>2008-10-26T15:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:43:27.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>did you forget?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm listening to Demi Lovato. I hate that she's a Disney kid, but I think her voice is greeeaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK time to continue my essay on how men can SUCK IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7378612025729861249?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7378612025729861249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7378612025729861249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7378612025729861249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7378612025729861249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-forget.html' title='did you forget?'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1335472946162230845</id><published>2008-10-25T01:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:20:13.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Veronica's Untouched is totally my jam right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to do list for nobody's reference but mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sociology Paper&lt;/span&gt; - Due Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malivoire Winery Site Analysis&lt;/span&gt; - Due Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Envelopes System Project - Due Nov 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Envelopes System Online Quiz&lt;/span&gt; - Due Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History Research - Due Nov 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get that $50 purse I've been eyeing all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel so untouched&lt;br /&gt;And I want you so much&lt;br /&gt;That I just can't resist you&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to say that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I feel so untouched right now&lt;br /&gt;Need you so much somehow&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I've gone crazy from the moment I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THIS BEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1335472946162230845?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1335472946162230845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1335472946162230845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1335472946162230845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1335472946162230845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/veronicas-untouched-is-totally-my-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3739318562258084257</id><published>2008-10-22T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:07:57.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's snowing! In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT, CRAZY WEATHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3739318562258084257?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3739318562258084257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3739318562258084257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3739318562258084257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3739318562258084257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-snowing-in-october.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2573747195187425599</id><published>2008-10-17T01:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:02:40.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you change your mind like a girl changes clothes</title><content type='html'>You know what I 100% despise? When people discuss the exam/test right after it's finished. Like, damn, bitch, it's over, shut up! I mostly feel this way because when they discuss it, it makes me realize how many mistakes I've made and how much I didn't study compared to the rest of them. Today I got so annoyed at my friends that I just told them that I was gonna go and left. They were like, "Oh, wtf?" and moved on to the next topic. :S Seriously, I love them, but that's my pet peeve and there's been 4 mid terms the past two weeks. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss high school. I aced every test I took in high school. I was on the Honour Roll for 4 years and I graduated with distinction. That  means shit all though in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said I looked like a hobo today. Haha. I guess she hates the scarf/beanie hat/flannel shirt and leather boots combo. I should class it up with a black leather jacket (OR A PURSE!) but omg I spent $50 at the art store today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fashion! I saw the female version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karl Lagerfeld&lt;/span&gt; on the subway today. She was an elderly woman with silver hair, wearing black Ray Bans, black leather pants and booties, as well as the fingerless gloves. She had her white shirt collar all popped up and shit. She looked so disgusted and ashamed of herself to be riding public transportation (can't blame her TTC Subways are gross) because she probably thought she was waaay too high class for that. But I still loved her something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress. I asked my sister why, and she said it was the pigtails. Haha. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 am in the morning but that's ok. I don't have school tomorrow, my prof cancelled the lecture. She is teh sickiez, I hear. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone. I hope everything is ok on your end of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2573747195187425599?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2573747195187425599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2573747195187425599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2573747195187425599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2573747195187425599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-change-your-mind-like-girl-changes.html' title='you change your mind like a girl changes clothes'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6082253790647035221</id><published>2008-10-14T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:32:38.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my. I have my love.</title><content type='html'>I have to stop going without sleep for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying? Not my fucking fault I have so much shit to do. You profs don't appreciate my hardwork. =( I'm mentally exhausted and I think I just failed my midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy though! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6082253790647035221?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6082253790647035221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6082253790647035221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6082253790647035221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6082253790647035221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-i-have-my-love.html' title='Oh my. I have my love.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6526105847432397883</id><published>2008-10-11T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:48:42.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you're so nice,&lt;br /&gt;You're the nicest thing I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could give it a go,&lt;br /&gt;See if we could be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favourite girl,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favourite smile,&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;But you always wanna know what I was about.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Kate Nash! =D My song at the moment. (apart from Britney's Womanizer. Lol!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6526105847432397883?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6526105847432397883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6526105847432397883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6526105847432397883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6526105847432397883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/nicest-thing.html' title='The Nicest Thing'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7398084909844060925</id><published>2008-10-10T22:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:41:23.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you're very loud but I like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/2929906367_783f3bf7a22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a while, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: "Oh my god, you finally look like you're at least 19."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 20 people. I need to get some booze, clubbing experiences and maybe my driver's license. Or (again) a new purse. I like that idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7398084909844060925?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7398084909844060925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7398084909844060925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7398084909844060925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7398084909844060925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-very-loud-but-i-like-it.html' title='you&apos;re very loud but I like it'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3418186762443373284</id><published>2008-10-06T16:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:57:31.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my almost was not enough</title><content type='html'>I haven't worked out in nearly two weeks because of all the school shit that's been happening, and won't be able to for another 2-3 weeks after that. My schedule pisses me off--tomorrow envelopes system midterm, the next day studio project due, thursday study history, friday history midterm, weekend study for structures midterm, mon-wed do studio, wednesday study for construction project, thursday construction project midterm, weekend study for sociology mid term, monday-thursday do studio &amp;amp; construction project assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WHAT, HELLO? It's a string of heart attacks. That's one month out of my Nov 27 deadline. Might as well push it to January 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I should've spent all that time complaining doing some 15 minute cardio or something. *hates self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. That's mostly the reason why I don't update of late. Busy lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3418186762443373284?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3418186762443373284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3418186762443373284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3418186762443373284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3418186762443373284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-almost-was-not-enough.html' title='my almost was not enough'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3905064401965724382</id><published>2008-10-06T01:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:45:02.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if the universe is really shrinking, we'll be together in time.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently staying up listening to the soundtrack of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. I love some songs, other are just =S. I currently like The Submarines. =] Anyway, I've also got Mutya Buena in my iTunes, too--her voice is like dark chocolate it's really good. Yes, its that bitchfaced ex Sugababe, but her talent is undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I? I am good. I still have a lot of work to do. But you know, that's school, and I enjoy it. I'm also very excited about my new H&amp;amp;M coat though. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting colder. Time to get some gloves for a pair of lonely hands. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, p.s. I dunno what's happening of late, but somehow I'm glad we got here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3905064401965724382?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3905064401965724382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3905064401965724382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3905064401965724382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3905064401965724382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-universe-is-really-shrinking-well-be.html' title='if the universe is really shrinking, we&apos;ll be together in time.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7747801017558186303</id><published>2008-09-28T18:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:55:34.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! From Rocky's thing. He's off to the navy. Won't see him till after 5 years. Which is kinda sad, because even though I despised him before, he's my friend now. Don't mind my backpack. I came straight from a lecture. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/Untitled-1-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/Untitled-2-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/Untitled-3-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This asian guy is Rocky. Now known as Seaman Van. LOL! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/Untitled-4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch was making fun of my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/Untitled-5-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were being jackasses here. "LOOK OMG HE'S BLACK!" I love how he fades into the night. PAUL ILU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/lala.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell, I love this hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, kids. History Essay next Monday. Mid terms for Structures, Envelope Systems, History and Construction are coming up. Studio project two weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I'm sorry. Truth is, I'm disappointed in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7747801017558186303?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7747801017558186303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7747801017558186303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7747801017558186303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7747801017558186303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hm.html' title='About you now.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6030988509927012907</id><published>2008-09-25T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:08:44.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>they don't know what we know</title><content type='html'>I've had my palm read today by a friend who's pretty into this stuff. He said a lot of interesting things that I thought would be cool to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will get married really early in life, when I'm around 25-27 according to my heart line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My headline indicates that my education stops short (like I won't be doing masters or anything). Possibly because of my early marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spend way too much money, more than I can afford. (This ends now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of my income will most likely not come from out of my own pocket and out of my parents' or husband (NO WAY. I refuse to be dependent on them, or even my future hubby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have two children. (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will only have one marriage...not a lot of lines there so I guess it's a faithful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm dominated by Mars, I'm an aggressive person, takes a lot of risks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun! God, I'm sleepy, but I wanna do some pilates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6030988509927012907?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6030988509927012907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6030988509927012907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6030988509927012907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6030988509927012907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-dont-know-what-we-know.html' title='they don&apos;t know what we know'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7065445211175298336</id><published>2008-09-21T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:18:53.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYS BIRTHDAYS BIRTHDAYS</title><content type='html'>HIIIIIIIIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will most likely not update on Thursday or Saturday, I have a major project and two midterms coming up. So I'm gonna post this here today. It's a little early, but I wanna be the first to greet the two of you the Happiest of Birthdays. (Because I'm freaking special) So, for Farah and Isk, Happy 19th Birthday. Both of you mean a lot to me, so you better have more birthdays coming in the future. Before you say anything, I didn't steal your idea, Isk. I actually recorded it before you even told me you were gonna do the same thing for your friend. SO HA! Sometimes I think we're mind-twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTTtxIMyRxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTTtxIMyRxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt; Sorry about it not being a full cover, and most of all for not being there to celebrate your birthdays with you. =] I LOVE YOU BOTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7065445211175298336?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7065445211175298336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7065445211175298336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7065445211175298336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7065445211175298336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthdays-birthdays-birthdays.html' title='BIRTHDAYS BIRTHDAYS BIRTHDAYS'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2483388546207879406</id><published>2008-09-18T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:10:43.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat V 2.0, under construction?</title><content type='html'>I need to evolve, mentally and physically, before November 27th 2008. I need to be a better person that I'll love more than I do now. (And, yeah, I love myself a lot! =])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2483388546207879406?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2483388546207879406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2483388546207879406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2483388546207879406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2483388546207879406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/kat-v-20-under-construction.html' title='Kat V 2.0, under construction?'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8471626311306317680</id><published>2008-09-15T23:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:54:38.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I live to let you shine</title><content type='html'>SO I'm really busy with a hundred things on my to-do list at the moment, but I just have to post this song. It's really sweet and sad at the same time, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you be my star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be your sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far from here with more room to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you be my boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be your sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to make you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to make you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you can set sail to the west if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and past the horizon till I can't even see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far from here where the beaches are wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just leave me your wake to remember you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you be my star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be your sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far from here with more room to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stardust to remember you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfIocCSgooI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XfIocCSgooI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes a really good cover. Better than the original, IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS carry on, my good people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8471626311306317680?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8471626311306317680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8471626311306317680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8471626311306317680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8471626311306317680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-live-to-let-you-shine.html' title='I live to let you shine'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7273512907530008555</id><published>2008-09-11T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:50:37.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we're gonna die like this you know</title><content type='html'>There was a couple of snakes and a wannabe magician  on the subway and today. Haha. What Torontonians will come up with next, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome. My class starts at 3pm so I woke up at around 11 am and basically bummed around until 2. The class was awesome, and hehe I saw my crush today. Let's call him D for now. I got distracted when he waved at me and started talking to me about numbers. (too distracted to care what it was about) Aww. Argh. Remember Kat, he has a girlfriend...that lives in another country. Haha okok. No. =\ Lately, all my crushes are attached. =T&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hm. Would it be weird if I said that I kinda sorta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(platonically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; missed you? Because Armor For Sleep came on while I was listening to my iPod and I was like "Isk! Aww. Haven't talked to him in days." =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7273512907530008555?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7273512907530008555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7273512907530008555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7273512907530008555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7273512907530008555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-gonna-die-like-this-you-know.html' title='we&apos;re gonna die like this you know'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-116483133815960540</id><published>2008-09-10T23:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:58:16.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something to do before i finally sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go to www.urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina:&lt;span&gt;Crazy-assed bitch. When she first arrives, she's wet and wild. When she leaves, she takes the house, car and everything else in a 100 mile radius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat: &lt;span&gt;Term refering to the hottest woman in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I swear to god I'm not making this shit up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninteen :&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Follows eighteen on the number line, comes before twenty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;One of the most useless ages ever. Nothing good happens when you're nineteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Close friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is fun, so I'll write all of your names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar - a huge penis; a boner! an erection &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;---------LMAO OMFG WTFFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah - the act of seeming naive or innocent but doing a 180 in a split-second and slappin' dat white boi ass of yours anyway.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - Karen is the perfect woman. She has no flaw. She's funny, sweet, smart as hell, and above all, she is extremely gorgeous. She doesn't let anyone push her around and she has a great personality. She has some awesome goals set and always wins my heart. Has great taste in guys. Don't listen to what the other jack-off put. Everybody loves Karen.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaw, all true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asmin - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your name was not in the site. :( But if i had to define you, you know it would fall near the term "awesome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;the penis (see also cock,pecker)   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!! LMAO sorryyyy that's what it really says. You're not the only male genitalia there is on this list though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William - An English name coming from the German name, Vilhelm, literally meaning will(desire, will) and helmet (protection). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd post more but it's entirely boring, unlike you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Something you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies: One of Gods gifts to man. They can make you cry, laugh, horny, tired, excited, scared and more. Without movies this world wouldn't be as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green : yes... it is most definitely referring to the marijuana... and also, upon occassion, any substance with similar uses. too, properly, of course, it is a golfing term, but that;s really not very much fun, now is it?            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The world is shot to hell, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippines- T&lt;span&gt;he Philippines IS an ASIAN country.Most people who visit the country dont get a chance to see the beauty in it.You have to live there to actually appreciate this country. Also known to have the most beautiful beaches in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meh, boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Month of your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - The most popular form of rain when getting married to a hot and sexy rockstar.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Last person you talked to on MSN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester, aka my brother (he's currently in another town, so this is our means of communication. Phone calls only ever consist of grunts and "Yo, sup, give the phone to ma.") - Rhyming slang, as in "Chester the Child Molester", a term for a pedophile. An older jail inmate's expression.              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha! Chester, the Child Molester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was funniest survey I've ever taken. OK really gonna go sleep now. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-116483133815960540?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/116483133815960540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=116483133815960540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/116483133815960540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/116483133815960540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-to-do-before-i-finally-sleep.html' title='something to do before i finally sleep.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7808386909475965532</id><published>2008-09-10T23:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:19:44.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too sleepy to put some fancy title.</title><content type='html'>So! I'm good. School work is really piling up (model due by monday, assigned today. wtf?), getting less and less sleep, the weather is getting colder. But I'm happy. I have amazing friends, smart and sharp and witty as ever (just the way I like them), my drawing skills are up to par and oh yeah. Developed a new crush on someone unexpected. (not a coincidence or anything ah, but I just realized that helooksalotlikeweehuat) But alas. Two words: girl friend. Oh, and smoker. But sweet anyway, isn't afraid to wear pink and is really cute, in the "What a cute puppy" as opposed to "He is so hot!" kind of way. Aaw. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushes are good. They lift my spirits up, and distract me from the sadder aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! New phone! (sony ericsson w580i). My friend bought it recently, but then got an iPhone for his birthday, so he sold the sony to me for  $80 altogether. Hah. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update me, k? =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7808386909475965532?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7808386909475965532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7808386909475965532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7808386909475965532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7808386909475965532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-im-good.html' title='too sleepy to put some fancy title.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3061180020846175120</id><published>2008-09-07T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:15:09.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, party people.</title><content type='html'>Who wants to try &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt; with me? My future wife, aka Farah Filza, demanded that I should get a webcam. So might as well get a mic and make video conferences! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KH80vs8DweU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KH80vs8DweU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying this if nobody wants to try it with me. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3061180020846175120?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3061180020846175120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3061180020846175120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3061180020846175120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3061180020846175120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-party-people.html' title='Yo, party people.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4980156512067097622</id><published>2008-09-03T22:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:57:24.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh...wtf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undertake research investigating designer/artist, manufacturer, context and period(s) in which the objects were designed and manufactured and other relevant information that would provide you with  insights into the objects' form and intent. Formulate essential questions about the objects from your observations and the interrelationship of form to function, context and intent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm supposed to draw this teapot, right, and compare it to another teapot...and like...analyze it. -___-" I don't really know what teapots have to do with architecture, but I'm not complaining. Two drawings and a 500-word essay is better than ten 24" by 36" drawings and a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. I got the worst professor to supervise my section. She's sort of a racist, but apparently I should kiss her ass always or else there is no hope for me. She gave my friends a C and tore models because she didn't like them. :S But aside from that little dark mark on my day,  it was good. First week of school = free stuff! Got a free cotton candy, water, popcorn and hotdogs for lunch. There were three hotdog lines, beef, vegetarian and halal. I went to the halal one because I was really hungry, in a dead hurry and there was no line in the halal stall! Not surprised, it's fasting month after all. But me and my friend Maddie just grabbed a few and rushed to class. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I'm just distracting myself from starting essay. I'm still doing the pre-essay shit anyway. I don't really know what the context of a teapot is other than it's a teapot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/greeen.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that I have too much green stuff. Waaay more than this picture implies. Hahaha. K, still seriously waiting for the workload to pile up. So far, so good. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGLOL. These two girls from Marketing gave us free packages during lunch, and I didn't really care for it,stored it in my bag and forgot about it. I just took it out. I got a free grape flavoured condom and and a tube of strawberry flavoured lube! LOL! Lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4980156512067097622?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4980156512067097622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4980156512067097622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4980156512067097622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4980156512067097622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/huhwtf.html' title='Huh...wtf.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2526767438360269040</id><published>2008-09-02T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:10:02.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about the last entry. I was very frustrated, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is slightly better. School was ok. It was really hot, and the student population doubled than what it was last year. It was like I never left. I fell asleep in my 3rd class haha! Also found out I have to pay $700 more to my tuition because I forgot to add a course. Great. But all in all it wasn't that bad. I reconnected with my frenemy now just friend, Erika. We're OK now. Even asked about Isk's picture (aaaww, she says you're very cute.).  I also got to bond with the coolest white girl I know, Pam. She's my asian friend Lavy's girlfriend and she's been taken with his Cambodian-ness since she was 14. She takes Fashion. She's a fierce bitch!! Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm better, don't worry. I'm not angry anymore. I'm even doing homework. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; fine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(piece of ass)&lt;/span&gt;.  But thanks to the people who always listen, I love you guys. I'm really sorry I'm not there. =S... =O Here's an idea, come here! Toronto is interesting, I promise. By the time you guys get here (like what, 2-3-10 years from now? LOL) I probably own my own car. I can drive you to Montreal, Ottawa, Niagara Falls, Detroit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York City!&lt;/span&gt; I can even go down to Florida with you guys. Eh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disneyland!&lt;/span&gt; But meh, I probably have to go to Sg first before you bitches come here. KAREN! You should come. I know you want to. Times Square awaits you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes....these entries will probably get less and less and by next week...I won't update for like 3 months. DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, you bitches stay classy. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2526767438360269040?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2526767438360269040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2526767438360269040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2526767438360269040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2526767438360269040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-about-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-98139376409731390</id><published>2008-09-01T18:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:53:00.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck.</title><content type='html'>So my parents are angry at me, and I'm angry at my parents and all I want to do is sit on my bed and cry because I don't even  know what's happening anymore. They called me to their room and just started venting all their frustrations on me. It's always me they scold because I'm the only one that still actually talks to them. They threatened to pull me out of school. They said a lot of hurtful things, to the point where they asked me what the hell I was even doing with my life, implying that I am a useless piece of trash. I don't even know what gave them the impression that I didn't have a life plan, because I do. I'm in school. I'm working to get my degree. I'm working to get a job, pay them back and get the fuck out of their way. Is it because I don't act like little miss housewife? I clean my room, I do the dishes, I iron 5 people's clothes, I scrub the toilet and yell at my sister when she doesn't do anything to help. But everytime I say that, they disregard it, so today I didn't say anything. They told me that they're really disappointed at me, too, for letting our family be torn apart. But really, mom and dad, do you really think it was me who did that?  Fuck man, they really hurt me and I'm really sick and tired of them not noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;p.s. The 3 new Boys Like Girls  songs makes me want to stab myself in the eye. jsyk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-98139376409731390?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/98139376409731390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=98139376409731390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/98139376409731390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/98139376409731390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck.html' title='Fuck.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1844683369733319211</id><published>2008-09-01T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:09:50.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop tugging at my strings</title><content type='html'>I'm so angry I can't even see straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1844683369733319211?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1844683369733319211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1844683369733319211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1844683369733319211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1844683369733319211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-tugging-at-my-strings.html' title='Stop tugging at my strings'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4407405998908078651</id><published>2008-08-30T03:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:41:46.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REAAALLY Long ass survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever made out on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, just on other people's beds haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think the last person you kissed is nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's really nice, but he has a tendency to be a liar and a whore. But really though, he can be sweet if he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone who has messed up your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad. Haha...not mess up in a bad way though. He just made my life really complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where was your default taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hallway, outside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I'd like to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you got a back massage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it worth crying over a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the nice ones who didn't really mean to hurt you. Those who intentionally did deserve a kick in the 'nads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your most hated food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely broccoli and celery. And pork fat. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed or else I get the creeps. I watch too many episodes of Supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hide my feelings when it really matters, and even when I do, my close friends can always read me like a book, which sucks. I can never hide things to myself. =S (do you think, on a subconscious level, I never want to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the right people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's car were you in last other than yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last conversation you had on the phone with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubin, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I haven't been on one since I was 7. OMG 12 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is life going for you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any meaning behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of songs on my blog. Some of them mean something, some of them are just nice to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe what comes around goes around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you give out second chances easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's really asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black/brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I have dimples because of it. (Which I hate, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing you're looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel about change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do welcome change. It is the only constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the person you like know that you like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha sensitive question. Yeah, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes, I cried really badly when my brother and sister bullied me into doing a shitload of dishes. I'm always the dishwasher and I got really sick of it. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the longest you have gone without checking your Myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no. Pretty eyebrows, though, I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where's your shirt from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person who left your life and hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow, I feel like I'm on Oprah. But nobody walked out on my life and hurt me yet. I did that to some people though. Like my Kindergarten boyfriend. He didn't even know I left the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever made anyone laugh when they were crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did! Whenever Jennifer Love Hewitt tears up, so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I'm alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO =( OH WAIT yes. Jan. He sang "I feeeeel yooooouuuu, Katrinaaaaa!" to me after we watched Sweeney Todd. That is sad. I want to be properly sang to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you hate the last girl you were talking to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen? No, I love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA a lot. x}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you kiss that person again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unless at gunpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listenin to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Sherzinger! Lame, but there's a song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. ~Sometimes you have to let some things gooo~. And also, just because you let go doesn't mean you can't catch it again later, you know? You just gotta go with the flow of life. Be zen, my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last see in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My extremely expensive school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you talking to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of guns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I hear those things can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being part chinese, I think that's safe to assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did anyone see your last kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole bus-full of people saw it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is the next place you will travel to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my boyfriend, and I always kiss him when I leave. You know, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you say sexy a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you had a sleepover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December at Jay's. Yeah, that's a guy. Don't worry, nothing happened, I'm still a virgin. ;} (see? I can never keep shit to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is something you currently want right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, a new cell phone, new sneakers and a waaaaaay better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want to get married and have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have empty bottles of alcohol hidden somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes--I have my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name something interesting that happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother sprayed me with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but it could get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many kids do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! One boy, one girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone leaves a note and flowers on your car, cute or tacky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you be in a relationship in 4 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look behind you what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have good eye sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have terrible eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last compliment you received on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You kinda suck but I still love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would definitely be for me to be ridiculously wealthy. Money can't buy you happiness, but it sure can be handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever made fun of anybody and later became their friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with my then boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think your mom has secrets she's never told you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you blame for your mood today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody? I'm mellow because I'm mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long do you think you will live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past my sixties? I wanna be a grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peed. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What car do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An invisible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your ex right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know? Which ex? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drink lots of water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you vent your anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bitch about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next roadtrip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until next summer. Montreal, maybe. Or New York! Florida might take a while, so we might just book a flight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you wearing during your last kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like voicemails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know I've never really gotten any. I don't have voicemail anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person that called you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is that one place that you'd like to visit more than anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark hair or light hair in the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idgaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever watch "The Big Comfy Couch" when you were young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I hated anything like that. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, X-Men &amp;amp; Captain Planet ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What sport do you watch the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like the majority of the people you go/went to school with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is your room looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever gotten a sunburn so bad it hurt to move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes when I was 9, we went to Sentosa's Fantasy Island. I ignored the sunblock and was wearing a black swim suit. My legs, arms and face were so badly burned it hurt to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever used a bow and arrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I want to though, it looks like such a kickass weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficially, yes. I also tend to believe that people are naturally good and ignore their bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the last time you talked to number 1 on your top friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On myspace? Today. Friendster? Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is it you truly want right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a brother and a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where were you at 9pm Friday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, Officer. I was really drunk. Haha, kidding. I was at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you laugh at all the wrong times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But I wouldn't want to get anything done...I'm scared of surgeries in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, just rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panties. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! There's white Katrina and Russian Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the worst mistake of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4407405998908078651?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4407405998908078651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4407405998908078651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4407405998908078651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4407405998908078651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-ass-survey.html' title='REAAALLY Long ass survey.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-959044426763253284</id><published>2008-08-28T20:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:24:27.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, another one for you. From my friend, Erika.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;Katttrrrrinnna Hi :) i have a question, have u paid ur tution yet?&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;ouuuuu who's that guy?;) i thought u turned to a guy for a second. lol kidding&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to answer that question with "Why don't you take a guess?"&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh what?&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, take a guess!&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;uuum...ur bbbbffff&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;ayy&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...im confoosed&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;confused*'&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah uv got some explaining to do when i see u on the 2nd about mr. Phone-in-front-of-the-mirror-picture&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;because i have to go out now&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;haha alright have fun missy&lt;br /&gt;✖ . Radio Morales is not interested. thanks. says:&lt;br /&gt;so ill ttyl  k? bye&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;alright later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things.&lt;br /&gt;#1. I don't think I look like you, so IDK why on earth people mistake you for being my brother or worse, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got prettier eyebrows!&lt;/span&gt; (Also, hi, I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;#2. How's that for suspense? She has two wait till next week to find out! Ha! (Lol, not my doing)&lt;br /&gt;#3. I'm gonna ask her if she thinks you're cute, because that's probably all that matters to you right now. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;#4. As these things go, she's the 4th who thinks you're my bf. Hm! Wonder how I'll explain myself to Erika* on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not to be mistaken by Eric, who is inquirer #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha alright I'm off to practice some guitar. Update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-959044426763253284?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/959044426763253284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=959044426763253284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/959044426763253284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/959044426763253284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-another-one-for-you-from-my-friend.html' title='OK, another one for you. From my friend, Erika.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5879843116790774773</id><published>2008-08-27T22:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:51:05.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH!</title><content type='html'>[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;.....so whos the dude on ur dp?&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, why? Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;ah...no?&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;he's just a friend&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;so why do you have his pic up?&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;because he's a badass motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;and actually, so am I&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;He put my picture up on his msn too, and I got a lot of inquiries!!&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, by now, more inquiries than he got.&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;it's understandable.&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;well he's not as gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;♡ κ a τ τ r r ı ı и и a a says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, that just made my day&lt;br /&gt;[bЯian] o(0_o)o says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH, the Brian speaks it. (He has a small crush on me though, so he's biased.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5879843116790774773?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5879843116790774773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5879843116790774773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5879843116790774773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5879843116790774773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth.html' title='TRUTH!'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-454214579079827506</id><published>2008-08-27T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:39:12.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mean to impose boy I'll let you know</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone! So I added a new song. It was in my head the whole day, and mind you, today was a long day. I got up at around 7.15am despite sleeping around 2am this morning, got myself into my coffee girl mode  and out the door. Went to school, got my OneCard, OSAP and MetroPass and went shopping with my friend. Oh, by the way, I lost the will to shop. Going through racks and racks of clothing...so mundane. STILL CAN'T FIND SNEAKERS!!! &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all took around 3 hours, so we left downtown around 11am, strawberries &amp;amp; cream frappucinos in tow. By the way, if you've never tasted it, it's like a crack smoothie. Tastes amazing--like strawberry ice-cream the way it would taste in heaven. :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got to Scarborough, I texted Jay and asked if he wanted free lunch. I didn't eat all morning, and come to think of it, I didn't eat last night, either. Anyways, I was feeling generous, and I knew Jay never had any food in the house, so I bought him some and we hung out at the park for a couple of hours talking about pretty much everything and anything.  He's such a gossip, so we gossiped about him and his girlfriend (though that's not exactly gossip...it's news), about two of a friends of mine whom I haven't seen in a while who are pregnant, about a party that was happening later that I was supposed to crash but ended up not going to, and about my friend Lady, who's had a long distance relationship with a guy from her old high school, who now lives in Sydney, Australia, for TWO YEARS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;, two years! But she's the extremely optimistic type, so I think she's immune to depression. Can you imagine?  Anyway, how he knows all these things is beyond me.  We also talked about how he watched a documentary on Discovery about 2012 as the year of the apocalypse. Wow. Good timing, I guess? I get out of school the year before, so I have a year to make my life. Sexdrugsandrocknrollbitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got home, and my mum didn't even know I went out. (She was alseep when I left) She was in the kitchen cooking, paused, looked at me, and said, "Where the hell did you go?" Luckily, she didn't get mad. I had to go to school, and I told her last night, so it turned out a-ok. It was around 3pm this time, so I went upstairs and turned on my laptop and..........fell asleep. Lol. I woke up around 8ish, the song still stuck in my head so I decided to learn it on the guitar! Easy as pie. =d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll always be my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So bring on the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And bring on the thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's a cheesy fuck of a song. Love it though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-454214579079827506?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/454214579079827506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=454214579079827506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/454214579079827506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/454214579079827506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-mean-to-impose-boy-ill-let-you.html' title='Don&apos;t mean to impose boy I&apos;ll let you know'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8871259676326649117</id><published>2008-08-26T22:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:21:44.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a first class ticket to a night all alone</title><content type='html'>I am dead tired. I woke up today really early because Lisa and Monica wanted to go out shopping. So we did. We went downtown, and did all the girly things. Actually, Monica forced us to do the girly things. She  made us go to Sephora, where she tried to get a tutorial on how to do a smokey eye. (My version? Get a smudge pot, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; smudge the fuck out of it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on to your lids&lt;/span&gt;) She didn't get an answer, so she made us go to Aldo, a shoe store. She made me put on these &lt;a href="http://www.aldoshoes.com/eng/storeSection/redirect.cfm?sectionID=b2c/style/productDetails.cfm&amp;amp;itemID=67987751&amp;amp;&amp;amp;var=d&amp;amp;ckey=CA&amp;amp;colorid=97"&gt;5 inch heels&lt;/a&gt; and had me walk. Why? Because she is crazy. But they weren't so bad. They were pretty comfortable. After she was satisfied--as satisfied as she could get without making us by $100 heels that we'll never wear anywhere--we headed to Volcom to look for my sneakers. They were all so ugly, though. =( I need new sneakers for school. The last thing Monica made us do is try on dresses at Bebe. She picked out &lt;a href="http://www.bebe.com/gp/product/B001B989MU/sr=1-76/qid=1219804975/ref=sr_1_76/105-0481310-7485268?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;fontColor=&amp;amp;node=15378581&amp;amp;m=A2FMOXN01TSNYY&amp;amp;totalItemIn1Page=&amp;amp;startIndex=0&amp;amp;displayPageNum=6&amp;amp;bbBrand=core&amp;amp;field-clothing-size=&amp;amp;keywords=&amp;amp;firstPageItemNum=12&amp;amp;title=&amp;amp;restPageHasColor=0&amp;amp;myViewID=embedded-leaf&amp;amp;displaySalePrice=0&amp;amp;displayItemNum=16&amp;amp;standardPageSize=16&amp;amp;size=19&amp;amp;rh=n%3A15378581&amp;amp;page=5&amp;amp;bgColor="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bebe.com/gp/product/B0011DG3II/sr=1-7/qid=1219804927/ref=sr_1_7/105-0481310-7485268?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;fontColor=000000&amp;amp;node=15378581&amp;amp;m=A2FMOXN01TSNYY&amp;amp;totalItemIn1Page=12&amp;amp;startIndex=0&amp;amp;displayPageNum=1&amp;amp;bbBrand=core&amp;amp;field-clothing-size=&amp;amp;keywords=&amp;amp;firstPageItemNum=0&amp;amp;title=&amp;amp;restPageHasColor=0&amp;amp;myViewID=embedded&amp;amp;displaySalePrice=0&amp;amp;displayItemNum=12&amp;amp;standardPageSize=12&amp;amp;size=12&amp;amp;rh=n%3A15378581&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;bgColor="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for me. Haha. They looked ok on me, but I'll never buy them. I wouldn't know what to do with it. I enjoy wearing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Monica left, bless her, me and Lisa headed home. She followed me to Wal-Mart, a couple of blocks away from home and she picked up a couple of things. We saw Danny and we sat down and talked to him about a lot of things. Him and his girlfriend aren't doing so well, and I felt bad for him because he's already living with her. He's kinda stuck in a rut. And then Lisa and Danny told me their adventures of trying to get into a club (they tried last week and couldn't get in...I laughed so hard at that). Then he had to go, and I had to go home because I was tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up tomorrow at 7.30 am to go back to school to pick up some things. School is a hair's breadth away and I sincerely wish I had another four months to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more years, baby, and I'm out of that hell hole, and hopefully, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of this damn town&lt;/span&gt;. (For maybe a few weeks until I have to come back to work and pay off my student loan, hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SLTFHLWjHRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wD4Afy6PWQQ/s1600-h/IMG_3076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SLTFHLWjHRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wD4Afy6PWQQ/s320/IMG_3076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028993635851538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SLTFG3vOhrI/AAAAAAAAADI/8si2wTJRAGo/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SLTFG3vOhrI/AAAAAAAAADI/8si2wTJRAGo/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028988370650802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I had a pic that was all DX but I didn't post it because it was hideously hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Isk, if you haven't done it already, I give you full permission to put these two in your Hot Girls Folder. HAHAHA! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8871259676326649117?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8871259676326649117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8871259676326649117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8871259676326649117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8871259676326649117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-first-class-ticket-to-night-all.html' title='I got a first class ticket to a night all alone'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SLTFHLWjHRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wD4Afy6PWQQ/s72-c/IMG_3076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3177662753963239447</id><published>2008-08-25T07:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:47:30.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Tantrums</title><content type='html'>Heyheyhey check it out I've added music to my blog. Sorry about my MEH music taste. Heehee. I've always wondered why people add some songs to their blogs, so I'll do my own explanation for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Paramore - Rewind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Paramore. I love all of their songs, but this one's my favourite. Because when I'm all alone and this comes on my already out-dated iPod, I totally do the head-banging. It hurts after lah, but omg it's so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Boys Like Girls - The Great Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lie, this is the song I sing to in the shower. It's a lot of fun. Ahaha I think I heard it on The Hills. (Yes, I watch that crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. M.I.A. - Paper Planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of my best friends. It's the soundtrack of our summer 2008. We were all sitting on a towel on the beach, singing this song altogether. Then whenever we had a party after that, there was this beat and we'd all go "That's my jam!". L has it as her ringtone. My friend Tina went to see M.I.A. in June I think, and said she was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Automatic Loveletter - The Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song got me through late nights at the studio. Architecture/Interior Design students can empathize. Also, I love AL. One of their songs is the first song I've learnt to play on the guitar for a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Armor For Sleep - Kind of Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is the story of my life. =/ Actually I'm pretty sure it's the story of every teenager's life. To all my fellow love-troubled teenagers, I leave you this, as in 3 months, I will no longer be a teenager. (Unless you consider twenty twen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teen&lt;/span&gt;.) I'll remember the pains of teenage love, and quite possibly mock you later about it. =) Keep it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Dashboard Confessional - For You to Notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those songs where you go "Hey, I totally get that!". Dashboard is a family staple. My brother got me into this band when I was 14. He was in his emo stage, obviously. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put more songs, but I'm cutting into my alotted time to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;. HELLO JENSEN ACKLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3177662753963239447?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3177662753963239447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3177662753963239447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3177662753963239447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3177662753963239447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/smiles-and-tantrums.html' title='Smiles and Tantrums'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-9017909446449661292</id><published>2008-08-22T17:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:03:56.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>survey, you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather cut off your arm or leg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* neither. jeez these things gives me the heebie-jeebies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever consider a career in law enforcement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it annoy you when people use grammar wrong and misspell simple words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* not that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick one person out of your entire family to spend 48 hours alone with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my sister or my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's something you've always wanted to try, but know you won't ever do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who ruins your mood the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my mother, who can nag at a 100 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you like/love the person that you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name one thing about yourself that you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'm a good friend, usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What band/artist gets on your nerves the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* jonas brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* they're kinda gay, their music is lame and glossed over. They're obsessed over not because of their music, but because these teenage girls wanna get into their pants. (Which is hilarious considering they look like lesbians.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favourite brand of purses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Marc Jacobs, Michael Kors, Balenciaga or Chloe has some nice purses, even though one costs an arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who, dead or alive, would you like to meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jesus Christ. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't know, I've always wanted to see if he had a sense of humour. I like to think of Jesus as a happy jolly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you love to hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yeah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly is going on in your brain right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of face wash do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* clean and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think that weed is less harmful than alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Haha, I think they're about the same. I've never tried weed, but I can't hold alcohol very well. I get tipsy fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do your parents like the music you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How's your heart lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* still pumping blood to the rest of my body, why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do your parents let you do whatever you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you spoiled as a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no my sister was though, that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many times do you have to be asked to do something before you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* once, if I don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many more years of school do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 3...probably 2 more after that if I earn enough money to get into a grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you regret not staying with an ex-boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sure, but some circumstances can't be helped, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe your favourite hoodie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* its dark green. Has loads of buttons. I think it's so comfy and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like to stay up really late at night and sleep all morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yeah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone who has been raped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the deal with your living arrangements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* LOL you sound like it's a bad thing. I still live with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you any good at writing poetry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* haha not that good but I can rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the one person that is always going to be there no matter what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-9017909446449661292?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/9017909446449661292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=9017909446449661292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/9017909446449661292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/9017909446449661292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey-you-know.html' title='survey, you know?'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6428439369106868386</id><published>2008-08-19T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:50:08.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First ever video blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMFccY1vbDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMFccY1vbDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I also think I'm this annoying in real life. =] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6428439369106868386?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6428439369106868386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6428439369106868386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6428439369106868386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6428439369106868386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-ever-video-blog.html' title='First ever video blog.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7819012941318202915</id><published>2008-08-19T05:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:29:21.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K what in the hell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGls2udopdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGls2udopdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 1.11--FULL TRANNY GETUP. EVEN BETTER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you start thinking I'm stalking you, I stumbled upon it through those "related video" things that pop up on Youtube, and I just let it ran while I painted my nails. IT'S FATE I TELL YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's 5 am and I cannot sleep. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7819012941318202915?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7819012941318202915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7819012941318202915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7819012941318202915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7819012941318202915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/k-what-in-hell.html' title='K what in the hell...'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6823140986453697586</id><published>2008-08-19T03:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:55:03.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the wrong guys, and you're a few steps closer to the right one.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging as much as I possibly can, because before long, you won't see me on anymore. But if I'm ever on MSN at an obscure time in the morning, it means I'm having a lecture, and by all means, talk to me. I rarely pay attention during lectures (well, except maybe structures), so don't even fucking worry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things that happened today. I woke up, and realized my throat is all fucked up. Which means I'm gonna be sick D:. Then I went to take a shower, and when I got out, my mum hurried me into the car and we went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house also has had a lot of renovations, and we have this new bar thing. My dad and I went to look for barstools. I hate my dad when he's bargaining, he comes off as such an ass. But anyway he got two bar stools for $120 as opposed to $160, so I guess that's something. I felt bad for the salesman who had to deal with my dad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we came back, my childhood friends' parents came to our house. My actual childhood friends were m.i.a. because they were at Wonderland, Toronto's expensive-as-hell theme park. I've never been, and as a Torontonian (ugh) that's a fucking shame. Anyway, my Tita said I looked like a Filipina celebrity, Claudine Barretto. If I had a penny for everytime I heard that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I played 3 hours of Guitar Hero. My brother got the console thing on sale and we were at it for hours. Then while I was playing, L called me and told me that my friend M was having some problems. And oh shit, she had a big one. Has been for a year now. It's called "her boyfriend's an ass". So I told her that, and turns out L also needed that (she made out again with K, even though they broke up so long ago) so I have 2 friends who are kinda mad at me. What? I call it as I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6823140986453697586?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6823140986453697586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6823140986453697586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6823140986453697586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6823140986453697586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-wrong-guys-and-youre-few-steps.html' title='Meet the wrong guys, and you&apos;re a few steps closer to the right one.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2045839692962661055</id><published>2008-08-17T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:23:00.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I fucking found it</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA OMFG ISK I FOUND IT!!! I'm 99% sure it's you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPzxDlUlkUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPzxDlUlkUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a picture, it's a freaking video. You look gorgeous in a wig! Too bad you weren't in your full getup. =( I still really want to frame that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa am I resourceful or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2045839692962661055?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2045839692962661055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2045839692962661055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2045839692962661055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2045839692962661055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-fucking-found-it.html' title='I fucking found it'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7568652195651317215</id><published>2008-08-16T00:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:51:11.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the one who walks right through me</title><content type='html'>I'm in a good mood today. I mean, despite school coming in close, I think I've stopped being a child and accepted it. I did a couple of productive things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I did some grocery shopping with my two sisters. Yes, I now have two. My sibling, and the future sister-in-law. I've never gone grocery shopping on my own, but my mother made me a list, so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went through some AutoCAD video tutorials. Yes, I finally started them. There are 13, I went through around 7 chapters. I don't have the actual software, because it's huge and it takes up a lot of space, and also since the only one I can get is a free trial. So video trials for now until I can get a licensed one in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I cut my fingernails. Lol. I should paint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cleaned up my hard drive and placed all my music and pictures in this one DVD my older brother gave me. Shit that thing has 4.4 GB available and I only put like half of it on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I'm gonna give this Tagalog thing a shot before I start firing sentences at Isk. I speak it everyday, really choppily, but I can't spell shit all, much less bother with grammar. The last formal Tagalog/Filipino lesson I had was in Grade 3 (Primary 3, obviously), and that was more than ten years ago. But I'm Kat, and I'm awesome, so I'll give it a shot. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey Karen, ikaw lang ata ang makakabasa nung mga sinasabi ko, so pasensya na kung mali mali ang mga pag ka-spelling ko.) Anyways, ano kaya masasabi ko? Hm. Oh, bakit ba ako nag ta-tagalog? Kasi nagtanong yung lalaki na binanggit ko kung pwede ko subukan  magtagalog. Tapos titignan nya kung maintindihan ya yung mga sinusulat ko. Kung hindi mo naiintindihan, ok lang, walang hard feelings. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako po si Kat. Pero hindi naman ako sikat. Ahaha. Get it? Ahaha, I'm going to stop. This is painful. This also took me about forty-five minutes to type up. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maraming salamat at magandang gabi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my friend's place. There was a pool. And I got tons of mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/friends3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse the stupid face I have on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/friends4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/friends2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/friends1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...again. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my room--at it's neatest. Not fully decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room1-4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yeah that's a golden silk robe. That I like never wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room1-3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I broke my mirror. Seven years of bad luck, homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room1-2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed! With my pjs at the end! I hastily made it, so the comforters are a bit messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drafting table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new floors look amazing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7568652195651317215?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7568652195651317215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7568652195651317215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7568652195651317215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7568652195651317215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-one-who-walks-right-through-me.html' title='You&apos;re the one who walks right through me'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8147545023030796036</id><published>2008-08-11T23:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:40:07.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be fucking honest, now.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING GO BACK TO SCHOOL!!! &gt;:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8147545023030796036?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8147545023030796036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8147545023030796036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8147545023030796036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8147545023030796036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-gonna-be-fucking-honest-now.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be fucking honest, now.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-127078838084206409</id><published>2008-08-09T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:01:36.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO PEE?!?!</title><content type='html'>I got my school schedule. It's just like last year, except my thursdays and fridays start late, and I'd rather just wake up early and leave early than start at 3.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok going to pee now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-127078838084206409?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/127078838084206409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=127078838084206409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/127078838084206409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/127078838084206409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-i-always-have-to-pee-anyways-i.html' title='WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO PEE?!?!'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6165003664638028760</id><published>2008-08-04T05:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:20:49.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for lovers;</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHoPsRVCn6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHoPsRVCn6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance is at its finest when you're too excited to care what you put on, just as long as you can reach her fast enough to tell her how much you love her. Adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6165003664638028760?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6165003664638028760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6165003664638028760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6165003664638028760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6165003664638028760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-for-lovers.html' title='This is for lovers;'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6850552032983433267</id><published>2008-08-03T00:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:32:38.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy can I, just pardon my manners.</title><content type='html'>As promised, photos! I look pretty bad in most of these (I only had eyeliner on--I was rushing), so excuse that. Also I look 15 if I push back my bangs like that--but I was annoyed at it being long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779862_3496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779861_3144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779858_2043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779851_9476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian took my glasses away and I was like x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779841_5989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best guy friends! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779840_5647.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite couple ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779835_3967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779830_2297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/n580845007_3779829_1947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all trying to sit in Chris' lap. Well, except me. And Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new bad ass photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/afterparty.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all are doing good! I &lt;3 you bitches. Go on with your bad ass selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6850552032983433267?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6850552032983433267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6850552032983433267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6850552032983433267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6850552032983433267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sexy-can-i-just-pardon-my-manners.html' title='Sexy can I, just pardon my manners.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-462043443368536970</id><published>2008-08-01T23:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:36:58.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting hardwood floors! *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, because I hate the carpet in my room. The previous owner of this house had cats, and it pissed everywhere, so it's basically soaked in that. Plus I spilled glue all over one spot, and it's all hard now, and carpets are harmful to the environment, they aren't practical in summer (I can deal without carpet in the winter), I've got hair all over my room stuck to carpet and I hate going down two flights of steps and back again just to bust out the big-ass vacuum to clean it up. With hardwood floors I just need to go one storey down and get the Swiffer thing that weighs close to nothing. Also I can actually roll my chair all around the room with no difficulty. I am psyched. (Although I'm gonna miss my carpet as the best sort of cutting-mat there is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways y'all will never guess where I was last night. I was at my ex-boyfriend's  house. Lol! Don't get any ideas, there were other people too. It was a party. I actually hate my ex (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;), but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; was there and needed my support so I went. Basically what happened was she was that they broke up, and she's not completely over him yet (I know this because yesterday, she kept asking if her outfit was OK and not trying-too-hard-like. It's kinda desperate to be even in that mind-frame, to be honest). But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wants to hang out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;'s friends, so she threw this party for him at his house inviting all of us. And then he asked out this girl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;, who, by definition, isn't you're Grade A type of chick (by this I mean she's a little slut-tastic), although I think she's very sweet. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; got insulted at the fact that he picked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; over her (who can blame him? He's a slut himself!) so she asked me to tag along so she can get the courage to tell him what's on her very mind. Which, funnily enough, came in a form of a bitchslap. o_0 XDD YEAAAH! I was there, and I thoroughly enjoyed the show. I actually had a good time, despite not eating/drinking anything. Pictures as soon as my friend uploads them! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks until school. Oh my God I don't want my summer to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-462043443368536970?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/462043443368536970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=462043443368536970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/462043443368536970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/462043443368536970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-getting-hardwood-floors-squee-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3239847854244270266</id><published>2008-07-30T04:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:26:21.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red is Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Do you love someone?&lt;/b&gt; Romantically? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Do you believe in love?&lt;/b&gt; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. Have you ever been in love?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue is Anger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Are you currently mad at someone?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Which of your family member has the worst temper?&lt;/b&gt; My mother. She's feisty. And nags like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Have you ever thrown something at someone?&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. Is anyone mad at you?&lt;/b&gt; I'm mad at  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;005. Have you ever hurt anyone when you were mad?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;006. When you're mad, do you prefer to stare angrily or yell?&lt;/b&gt; Yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow is Self-Discovery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Name:&lt;/b&gt; Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Birthday:&lt;/b&gt; Nov 27 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Do you want to have children?&lt;/b&gt; Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. When do you want to die?&lt;/b&gt; I wanna live till 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Orange if Excitement&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Has anyone ever thrown a surprise party for you?&lt;/b&gt; No =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. If you won a million dollars, who would you tell first?&lt;/b&gt; Parentals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. If you could have anything/anyone right now, what/who would it be?&lt;/b&gt; I would like for everything in my life to be straightened out, with Christian Bale on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange is Opinions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Are you against gay marriage?&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Should we lower the drinking age?&lt;/b&gt; Maybe to 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Are you against abortion?&lt;/b&gt; I'm not sure. I'm leaning towards a no, but then again I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purple is Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. How many beds did you lay in today?&lt;/b&gt; Just one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt; Navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Name one thing that you did today?&lt;/b&gt; Watched  Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/b&gt; Like, $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;005. Is your crush on your friend list?&lt;/b&gt; No crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;006. Look to your left. What do you see?&lt;/b&gt; TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;007. What website do you visit the most?&lt;/b&gt; ONTD, Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;008. Do you have plans for tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;009. Does anything hurt right now?&lt;/b&gt; My eyes are stinging a bit. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;010. Last time you cried?&lt;/b&gt; Last night, I'm worried as hell about some money issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink is Last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Movie watched in theater?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt;, which more or less rocked my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Song you listened to?&lt;/b&gt; don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/b&gt; Monie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. Last person who told you they loved you?&lt;/b&gt; Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Grey is Today&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. What did you do today?&lt;/b&gt; Sleep in, watched TDK, go home. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Who were you with today?&lt;/b&gt; Gale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Brown is the Future&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Tomorrow is:&lt;/b&gt; Wednesday... well, technically Thursday, seeing as it's after midnight right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/b&gt; Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Are you going to see someone you like?&lt;/b&gt; Like my friends, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. Plans for this summer?&lt;/b&gt; study some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;001. Single, taken, or crushing?&lt;/b&gt; Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;002. Are you happy with that?&lt;/b&gt; Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;003. Would you kiss any of your exes?&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;004. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/b&gt; Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;005. Have you ever talked about marriage with someone else?&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;006. Do you want kids?&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;007. How many?&lt;/b&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;008. Would you consider adoption?&lt;/b&gt; Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;009. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;010. Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?&lt;/b&gt; Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;011. Do you believe that you can change for someone?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;012. Is it a good day today?&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;013. What is your "American Dream"?&lt;/b&gt; love, family, wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;014. Do any of your exes still have feelings for you?&lt;/b&gt; Ask them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;015. Do you have feelings for any of your exes?&lt;/b&gt; I can honestly say that I don't, since I haven't seen most, if not all, of them in a really really long time. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;016. Do you think any of your friends will repost this survey?&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3239847854244270266?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3239847854244270266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3239847854244270266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3239847854244270266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3239847854244270266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-wisconsin.html' title='Hello Wisconsin'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-716504682950548064</id><published>2008-07-30T02:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:47:08.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched The Dark Knight again today. Holy shit, Christian Bale is still very very hot. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-716504682950548064?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/716504682950548064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=716504682950548064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/716504682950548064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/716504682950548064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-watched-dark-knight-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5433259274574881941</id><published>2008-07-26T03:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T04:07:50.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We got the party with us</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm really bored so I'm just updating my blog. I'm currently nibbling on some chicken nuggets (made with real white meat! What were they made of before? Haha) and watching some tv. Tomorrow I have to get up early to go get some paint. I'm helping my sister paint her room, even though I'm sick of painting. But she helped me with mine, so OK, I don't really have a choice. But by early, I mean noon. I usually wake up at around 3pm. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't end up going to the party yesterday because I woke up really late, and also I was feeling kind of anti-social. And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; told me it was a flop, anyway, since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; was there making fool of himself by quoting Heath Ledger from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/span&gt;while drunk (apparently it got old really quick), and also depressing others by expressing how amazingly unattractive he was (which he is). But then again the way I spent my time was nothing to brag about, either. All I did was watch Ed Norton movies and clean the bathroom. Yet I somehow preferred that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm kinda out of drama to bitch about, so please, if you have anything, do entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5433259274574881941?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5433259274574881941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5433259274574881941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5433259274574881941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5433259274574881941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctor-doctor-cure-my-boredom.html' title='We got the party with us'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4887732409241455842</id><published>2008-07-24T04:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:58:23.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your swords away I'm already down</title><content type='html'>Seriously, surveys are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the person you are becoming?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really thought about that. I want to say yes, but I'm not too sure. I'm wiser, but it's nothing to brag about. I think there's room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it annoy you to see trashy girls get all the guys?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, guys who go after trashy girls aren't that great anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did anybody ever call you beautiful?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents. Most guys go for "hot" or "cute". I don't like being called hot, to be quite honest. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last item you bought yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande strawberry blended lemonade thinger from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download AutoCAD or learn Structures I. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly on my side and on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What gets in your way of your sleeping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much, or DRAFTING. Seriously though, it takes me, on normal days, around 2 hours after lying down to get to sleep. I wish I was like my sister, who can pretty much pass out at the snap of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are your eyes the same color eyes as your mom's or dad's?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macros, LOLcats, Conan O'Brien, Dave Chappelle, Friends, That 70's Show, my friends, my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you self-conscious?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did you do today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, watched this Mandarin Drama, ate, then, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever rode in a limo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old PE shirt from Kranji. Albatross ftw. Seriously, this shirt is the most comfortable thing ever. It's fraying at the hem but OMG so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are there things you can't live without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, food, money, my goddamn laptop and the internets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ridden in someone else's car today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who sent you your last text?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad. He was singing. Horribly, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple inches below my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. A little anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you wearing make-up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did your last kiss mean anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where were you when you heard about the World Trade Towers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Singapore, in the Northvale condo, doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last TV show you watched?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 70's show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone of the opposite sex on your friend list?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do long distance relationships work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. They do, if the both parties care very much about each other. But it depends on the limits of a person, and how much commitment they are making. Also, it helps if they get to see each other from time to time. Otherwise, it's a whole lot of heartbreak, torment and tears. But sometimes it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you tanned?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you earn money?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By asking my parents. Some people call me "Those type of people" but honestly, if it wasn't for my student loan shrinking, I'd be working just like anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person to write on your wall?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. She wants to go out tomorrow, but I'm feeling anti-social &amp;amp; I am sorta sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were really upset, who is the first girl/guy you'd go to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, then Daniel, then Isk. All three give great advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, no. If you liked me, I probably already know, anyway. I have a 6th sense about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you remember the name of your first school you ever went to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Angel's Prepatory School. Cuuute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, two in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever found more than a dollar in a random place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has anyone ever been more important to you than a family member?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my passport, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the closest purple object to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's retainer case. Bitch leaves that thing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I work at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever kissed someone in a vehicle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "If you HAD to" section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you HAD to get a tattoo, where would you want it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of my neck, or my wrist. Most likely the former, since I'd appreciate it more if I rarely get to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. If you HAD to dye your hair a color what color would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4. If you HAD to change your name, what new name would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel somethingsomething. I like the name Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The "WOULD YOU?" section:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Would you rather love one person or have many short relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2.Would you move anywhere else if you could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3. If you were given the chance to go to Paris, would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4. If you were given 10 million dollars to keep, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give some to my parents, then travel the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "LETS SAY" section:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3. Lets say you had to eat a live tarantula for $1,000 .. would you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Lets say you could star in any movie (made or in the works) what movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman 3. I get to work with Gary Oldman, Aaron Eckhart, Christopher Nolan and by golly CHRISTIAN BALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "OTHER STUFF" section:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What makes your bedroom unique ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I sleep in it. What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Whats your favorite season of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you like cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "THE 2008" section:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Have you had your birthday yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Are you the same person as you were at the beginning of 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Are you still in the same job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Is your favorite color the same color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like green, but I'm expanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Have you got the same style/color hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Have you bought a NEW car this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Anything exciting happen this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Have you been involved with the police this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.Is your best friend still your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Got any tattoos or piercings this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Had a haircut this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm trying to grow it out as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Been in a hospital this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 14. Lost someone you cared about this year (not death)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 15. Been on a vacation this year ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to Trenton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Been kicked out of a public place this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Worst thing to happen this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 18. Best thing to happen this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• cut yourself: No&lt;br /&gt;• lick yourself: No&lt;br /&gt;• whine alot: Yes&lt;br /&gt;• yell a lot: Yes&lt;br /&gt;• have too many friends: No&lt;br /&gt;• want to die: No&lt;br /&gt;• wear dark colors: Yes&lt;br /&gt;• dye your hair: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• worn rainbow: yeah, a bra&lt;br /&gt;• talked on the phone for over 3 hours: no&lt;br /&gt;• left the country: no&lt;br /&gt;• had a party with over 30 people: yes&lt;br /&gt;• stolen something: no&lt;br /&gt;• caught something on fire: No&lt;br /&gt;• asked someone out: I always  do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• you touched: My sister&lt;br /&gt;• you talked to: My sister&lt;br /&gt;• you hugged: No one.&lt;br /&gt;• you instant messaged: Monica (we discussed the woes of Christian Bale)&lt;br /&gt;• you called: Lisa?&lt;br /&gt;• to call you: Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;info about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when is your birthday? November 27th 1988&lt;br /&gt;• how tall are you?: from my passport, 164 cm. WTF shortie.&lt;br /&gt;• shoe size?: 8&lt;br /&gt;• brothers/sisters?: 1 brother, 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;• color? greeen, purple, tiffany blue, white.&lt;br /&gt;• soda? coke&lt;br /&gt;• music?: indie, alternative rock, and Miley Cyrus ;) (lol jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;• ice cream?: cookies &amp;amp; cream or anything with cheesecake in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the last 48 hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• cried?: No&lt;br /&gt;• missed someone? No&lt;br /&gt;• yelled at someone?: No&lt;br /&gt;• been online: Yes&lt;br /&gt;• kissed someone?: No&lt;br /&gt;• hugged someone?: No&lt;br /&gt;• last thing you ate?: chips&lt;br /&gt;• talked to someone about something important? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay, last questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• who is sitting next to you? Nobody&lt;br /&gt;• favorite sport?: soccer&lt;br /&gt;• been in a plane?: Ya think&lt;br /&gt;• killed someone?: No&lt;br /&gt;• kicked your cat for the hell of it?: I love cats, you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;• are you bored of taking this survey? Pretty much~&lt;br /&gt;• what time is it now? 4.50 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS THERES A CRYING BABY OUTSIDE!! Oh, phew, it's a baby fox. The neighbourhood cat attacked it. I won't apologize for the long entry, it's MY blog, DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4887732409241455842?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4887732409241455842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4887732409241455842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4887732409241455842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4887732409241455842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/put-your-swords-away-im-already-down.html' title='Put your swords away I&apos;m already down'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8497032877936748476</id><published>2008-07-21T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:06:59.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these broken lights they shine on us tonight</title><content type='html'>Hey check it out new layout! I worked really hard on this one, and even though it's plain as hell, I like it a bit better than the old one because  I can put CAPSLOCK, finally. And the font isn't as squished as it was. I also like how plain it is--the simpler, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really excited for August. My childhood friends, whom I grew up with in Singapore, who also moved to Canada (I think they live in Edmonton, Alberta) are coming to Toronto. So it'll be fun--I haven't seen them in ages. Plus they grew up to be hot guys, so :9. (Too bad they have girlfriends though) Maybe I can get my parents to pay for Wonderland tickets so we can all go--Wonderland is the best amusement park there is, but is expensive as hell. My brother should be jumping up and down with excitement, haha. They're his bffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to watch The Dark Knight again (omg BALE), iron the laundry Wednesday, then probably go to a party Thursday, and then next Tuesday sushi lu-inner (lunch-dinner hybrid) with my girlfriends. Wow busy week, but I'm craving some sushi. Also need to get a haircut and colour. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten all day, so I'm gonna see if I can put some meat on the grill. It's summer, time to do some barbeqeuing in my ugly-ass backyard. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8497032877936748476?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8497032877936748476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8497032877936748476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8497032877936748476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8497032877936748476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-broken-lights-they-shine-on-us.html' title='these broken lights they shine on us tonight'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-9133467351543032568</id><published>2008-07-19T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:08:43.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the Bale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I loved The Dark Knight!!! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Watch it, bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/normal_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Señor Christian Bale. Bale + Lamborghini = DAMN HE FINE. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-9133467351543032568?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/9133467351543032568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=9133467351543032568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/9133467351543032568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/9133467351543032568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-loved-dark-knight-watch-it-bitches.html' title='Hail the Bale'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7376305474258813835</id><published>2008-07-17T04:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:30:29.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. 14% tax. Not included in price tags. A shirt's price tag says $29.99. When you go up to the register, you pay $34.19. I've been in Toronto for 5 years, and this is the thing that pisses me off the most. Why can't we just include the damn tax in the price? I hate not knowing how much it actually winds up to, or breaking out the calculator when I wanna buy something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news--I wish I didn't spend so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7376305474258813835?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7376305474258813835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7376305474258813835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7376305474258813835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7376305474258813835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/stares-k.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-3738750764102402018</id><published>2008-07-16T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:52:30.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it. This part of the room has been done for a while. It's my favourite part of the room, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity. The mirror used to be taller, but I couldn't screw it on properly so I just let it slide down. Hahaha.  Those 3 boxes were on sale for $7, they contain my hair appliances (straightener, curling irons), my old cheap jewelry, and my newer, higher end make up from Lancome and Clinique! The pink box contains bottles upon bottles of nail polish, the blue contains my hair clips (should take a picture of that, I have so much hair ties and pins!). The plate, which cost me around $2 from Wal-Mart, sits some hair products, deoderant, perfume. Then the clear container contains my make up brushes. Check out that dirty ass circle mirror. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pushpin thumbtacks. Wire. A bunch of sunglasses (and a cheap pair of glasses). Easy breezy beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My $1 red frame, some mesh and a place to hang my earrings. I don't actually wear all of them. The only ones I wear these days are the golden leaves on the top left and the shell ones beside it. Check out the mismatched pair on the top right. They were my favourites too but I don't know where their partners are. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My $1 red frame, some foam, leftover wallpaper from my door, a bunch of pushpins and my necklaces. Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa! It's fun when you let your accessories become your decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/room6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole vanity. Check out my open underwear drawer. Lol. Yes, I have a rainbow bra. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish cleaning my room and do a proper whole-room post. Hopefully soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-3738750764102402018?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3738750764102402018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=3738750764102402018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3738750764102402018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/3738750764102402018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-it.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1455292352697225671</id><published>2008-07-14T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:34:04.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I slept till 4pm today. Which is weird because yesterday afternoon I took a 5 hour nap, and then woke up at 10pm, then fell asleep again at 2am. I can sleep forever, and you know what? It's my favourite thing to do. So far all I have done is clean my room, make a card for Yan Shan (her birthday is a month away, but you know how long it takes for snail mail?), and make this smart-ass way to display my seven sunglasses. Which also reminds me, I want a pair of Wayfarers. I'll probably get a $6 because I'm cheap as hell and I only wear my contacts like once in a blue moon. After that I went downstairs and talked to my mother, who gave me mail from Ryerson stating that I need to mail them my Canadian Immigration Records to confirm my student loan. Ah, what a pain in me arse. Lucky for me though, I had a feeling this would happen so I'm ready. Just gotta photocopy some stuff (well what do you know, our new printer can do copies) and mail it. Along with Yan Shan's package! Ah, it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my sister's sixteenth, which means driving school is coming, which means I have to study that (I didn't get mine yet lol), on top of my self-study for Structures I and AutoCAD. Effing effersons. I miss the days when all I had to do was get up, eat, and play with the Xbox 360. (which reminds me, I need to get the Guitar Hero console. Who can I nick $40 from? Guitar Hero is my liiife--which kinda explains why I'm shit at it). Anyway, tomorrow is Tuesday, which means discount day at the Cinema! $5 a pop, baby. Cinema is also close to the best dollar store in town, which means more cheap $1 frames for my room woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, hair cut soon. Layers, bangs, etc. I hope it isn't too "scene" though, nothing I hate more than going to school in September looking at fifty other girls with the same hair cut. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1455292352697225671?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1455292352697225671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1455292352697225671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1455292352697225671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1455292352697225671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-i-slept-till-4pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-341340825873651306</id><published>2008-07-13T02:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:48:52.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/profile6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those days, when you're so bored you just gotta camwhore. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-341340825873651306?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/341340825873651306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=341340825873651306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/341340825873651306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/341340825873651306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-those-days-when-youre-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2741248700785459549</id><published>2008-07-09T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:06:26.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to get a tattoo. One on  my wrist, the other where my back meets my neck. I'm not sure what to get yet, but I'm getting it when I turn 23. ^^&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;it's gonna be epic. Well, actually they're both going to be small, but I really really want one--or two. I never thought I'd say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2741248700785459549?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2741248700785459549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2741248700785459549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2741248700785459549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2741248700785459549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-get-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6964694628346902781</id><published>2008-07-08T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:33:09.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; You hoes, I present you my vacation pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish we caught. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lake in front of the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazebo thinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book I brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, sister, sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is what I did. excuse my messy appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the dock of the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage10.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage11.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage12.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage13.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage14.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, lights. Lol it was all around the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage15.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage16.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cows&lt;/span&gt;! The neighbours had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage17.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedal pushing. I was stuck in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage18.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage19.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book # 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage20.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry that was me being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage21.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage22.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/cottage23.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sis and me. In blue. Doing this really lame pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/vacation.jpg"&gt;Click to see pan shot of the lake!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Not much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6964694628346902781?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6964694628346902781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6964694628346902781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6964694628346902781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6964694628346902781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/photors.html' title='Photors.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2668662211481264424</id><published>2008-07-03T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:40:23.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SGxXZPnASaI/AAAAAAAAACw/pNl_pH5d6I0/s1600-h/IMG_2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SGxXZPnASaI/AAAAAAAAACw/pNl_pH5d6I0/s320/IMG_2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218642159414036898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SGxXZeVhV5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QWOE43FSLvM/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SGxXZeVhV5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QWOE43FSLvM/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218642163367237522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ok my door was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get more frames, but I'm trying to save money and I'm lazy. I'll look for some change under my bed. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2668662211481264424?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2668662211481264424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2668662211481264424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2668662211481264424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2668662211481264424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha-ok-my-door-was-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SGxXZPnASaI/AAAAAAAAACw/pNl_pH5d6I0/s72-c/IMG_2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1465474734826976080</id><published>2008-06-24T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:42:12.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much sick of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt; at this point. Sorry, I know you were expecting some happy room update or at least some pictures from my weekend at the cottage, but I'm feeling pretty crappy right now and I'm not sure why. So I'm going to go with PMS, which basically means, I hate everything. Except bunnies. And cats. Gosh, they're so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, no, I just figured it out. (I took a long pause after I typed out that first paragraph) My "best friend", the one who went behind my back and cheated on her boyfriend with my then-boyfriend, and whom I forgave afterwards, because fuck it, the guy's not even worth it, and to whom I've also been supportive and helpful throughout all her relationship troubles with her current boyfriend (*cough*my ex*cough*), claims after a bottle of her wine cooler that nobody really gives a shit about her or her problems, so she just tells everybody what they want to hear because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GOD FORBID&lt;/span&gt; they actually help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, great. I give you my support, advice and even a pardon for your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sins&lt;/span&gt; that you have done way too often on other older friends, (What? You think I'm so naive enough to think that you guys did nothing more than make out? And just with my own boyfriends?) and then you pretend to take them seriously, give me a chance to turn my back while you toss out everything I say out of mind. And then, have the audacity to complain that nobody takes the time to be a good friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I close friends with a girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dripping&lt;/span&gt; with issues? I don't know. I just know that as much as possible, I'd rather not leave friends behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, fuck, that was such a hypocritical moment.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd rather not leave friends behind? &lt;/span&gt;What have I been doing for the past 19 years of my life but leave everything behind? Homes, lives, family and friends. I hardly contact them--those who deserve the attention I give to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, god, my former best friend (and take a look at that, no quotation marks) never gave me this type of shit. Granted, she annoyed the hell out of me with her Japan/Korea  obsession (lol aww I miss Yan Shan) but the worst thing she'd ever do to me is recap the whole Chobits saga.  Buuuut you know how it is, I leave, people drift apart and  before I know it she's not my best friend anymore. In fact she's totally replaced me--she has a friend named Katrina (!!! Why does everyone have my name now? When I was younger, I was the only Katrina I knew. Now, I know like ten Katrinas.) with the same mannerisms as me and all. She's not filipino though, hmm. Remember this, my loves, you can't replace me. There maybe a lot of Katrinas, but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Katrina. Or so I wish, but please, humour me. I'm PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point is, I put up with a lot of crap from the people I know today, especially her, and I really don't have to because a.) Their issues are stupid--she hasn't been single since she was like 8, and she's wondering why she hasn't found herself while she obsesses from one guy to the next, leaving no room for any sort of self-discovery--and b.) it's not like I put people through hell with my own issues. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aside from this entry, of course.&lt;/span&gt; But I do put up with her crap, and give her advice and try to give her some motivation because I'm her fucking best friend and that's just what I do. Because I don't need a reason to be helping. But god, she makes things so difficult. So much more complicated than they really should, all because she has the "I'm a First Class Fuck Up" mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're only going to be a First Class Fuck-Up (and become a Full Fledged Royal Pain-in-the-Ass while doing so) if you think you are one. It's like those sugar pills that some coaches give their players and claim they're steroids, but really they're just sugar pills and they do great anyway because they thought they were on steroids. That's what that is. Only, it's uglier, because instead of winning, you lose and get a side order of self-destruction. She took that damn sugar pill on the morning of her finals. She didn't go to any of her exams. She got suspended from school and didn't give a shit. She could have passed, she's bright, but she didn't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her for it, for not even trying to be the better person that she wants to be. For just sitting there and whining about how her life isn't what she wants. And I hate myself for caring, and for not being able to help. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wow. That's a rant and a half for ya, huh? I feel relieved now. Thanks for listening--if you managed to get through all of that. I just typed in whatever came in my mind, really. Maybe tomorrow I'll put up the wallpaper and clean the crap off of my floor, huh? Pictures will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1465474734826976080?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1465474734826976080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1465474734826976080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1465474734826976080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1465474734826976080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-pretty-much-sick-of-everything-at.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-7587189618321946674</id><published>2008-06-18T02:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:59:37.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roooom</title><content type='html'>I'm done painting my walls from that god-awful spiderman blue to, well, white. (White keeps me calm and makes me feel clean.) I'm not done decorating though, but here's a preview...shows nothing about my room except some shit on my desk. And yes that is Kirsten  Dunst (she looked nice in my $1 frame,plus i loved her work in Marie-Antoinette) and  a feather-haired model for Nina Ricci. :} Do you guys like that b&amp;amp;w flower pattern wallpaper? It's for my door...still contemplating. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/riotgirl2718/prev.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-7587189618321946674?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7587189618321946674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=7587189618321946674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7587189618321946674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/7587189618321946674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/06/roooom.html' title='Roooom'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4812113350809448506</id><published>2008-06-04T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:17:49.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Redecorating is a bitch. But so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my room will look better after its done--by better I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filled with less crap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*composes a list to print out later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Get List&lt;br /&gt;1. Primer&lt;br /&gt;2. More Semi-Gloss White Paint&lt;br /&gt;3. Shelves&lt;br /&gt;4. L-Brackets&lt;br /&gt;5. Storage-y stuff for documents &amp;amp; art supplies&lt;br /&gt;6. New hardware for  dresser &amp;amp;  bed (9 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;7. 2 new door knobs&lt;br /&gt;8. Lamps&lt;br /&gt;9. A shitload of picture frames, preferably simple dark wood&lt;br /&gt;10. Bulbs (or altogether a new lighting unit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take out the carpet and install hardwood floors. but I don't have the manpower to move all this heavy furniture around. =( It's just me. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4812113350809448506?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4812113350809448506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4812113350809448506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4812113350809448506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4812113350809448506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/06/redecorating-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5582062809931375053</id><published>2008-05-31T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:53:01.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>from my dad's iMac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiSSlWYI/AAAAAAAAABw/G1ft06aL6nU/s1600-h/Photo+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiSSlWYI/AAAAAAAAABw/G1ft06aL6nU/s320/Photo+87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206736802846955906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiSSlWZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-OiQdS2bI9c/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiSSlWZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-OiQdS2bI9c/s320/Photo+82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206736802846955922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiiSlWbI/AAAAAAAAACI/lFn9zaCJOOM/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiiSlWbI/AAAAAAAAACI/lFn9zaCJOOM/s320/Photo+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206736807141923250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have an excuse for these. I just wanted to look silly. ALAS! Another survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Beauty&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Are you tan?&lt;/b&gt; 'course, i'm south-east asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you use ProActive?&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do you wear make-up daily?&lt;/b&gt; No. Natural beauty. =X hahahaha roflmfao. but still, i don't like wearing it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you own Chanel perfume?&lt;/b&gt; no, but i want Chance au fraiche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you shower daily?&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do you go to the tanning bed?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Do you use MAC make-up?&lt;/b&gt; not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you use other make-up products?&lt;/b&gt; mostly lancome and clinique (and then the lower end l'oreal, and rimmel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Friends&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Is a best friend a promise or a label?&lt;/b&gt; um what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Do you have more than one best friend?&lt;/b&gt; i've lived many different lives, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Do you have too many friends to name?&lt;/b&gt; yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Do you hang out with with friends everyday?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Do you have pictures of your friends on your walls?&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you call more than 2 of your friends regularly?&lt;/b&gt; i have msn, and facebook, and you can text me on my cell. other than that, you won't reach me by phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Are your best friends girls?&lt;/b&gt; I have male best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Are your friends in a lot of your classes?&lt;/b&gt; (you can tell this was written by a high-schooler) Uhm, no lol. I have some friends in my program, yeah, but the majority of them aren't even at my university. Some aren't even in the same country or continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Fashion and Style&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Do you have style and originality?&lt;/b&gt; I have style, yes. But I don't know about originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Do you own a designer handbag?&lt;/b&gt; not really. My mum owns the tacky louis vuitton bags, not me. although they do have that one cute cherry red wallet that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Do you own something from Lacoste?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Do you wear leggings?&lt;/b&gt; NO. It's tacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. What is the only color you will never wear?&lt;/b&gt; neon colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Do you get tips from magazines?&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes, but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Do people copy your style?&lt;/b&gt; lol no. but there are a few weirdos who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Do you wear sweats a lot?&lt;/b&gt; Not in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;TV and Movies&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Are you a movie freak?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Have you seen over 30 movies in the past 2 months?&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, proabably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Do you have a show that you &lt;i&gt;MUST&lt;/i&gt; watch?&lt;/b&gt; lost, house, gossip girl, that 70's show (i haven't seen all the episodes yet--but i've seen most of it) and family guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Have you ever seen an episode of Grey's Anatomy?&lt;/b&gt; most of them. whatever happened to izzie and george?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Is your favorite movie &lt;i&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Do you like classic movies?&lt;/b&gt; sure, i like their accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Do you watch 30+ hours of TV a week?&lt;/b&gt; no, but my sister does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Do you own over 100 DVDs?&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Is Law and Order one of your favourite shows?&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Sports&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Do you like sports?&lt;/b&gt; Pht no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Do you play sports year-round?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Do you like to watch boys sports?&lt;/b&gt; Sure...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Do you love the Minnesota Twins?&lt;/b&gt; I have no idea who that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Do you swim?&lt;/b&gt; no, i kind of just...float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Do you like to run?&lt;/b&gt; hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Is volleyball the best sport?&lt;/b&gt; Psht no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Music&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Do you like all types of music?&lt;/b&gt; Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Do you hate rap?&lt;/b&gt; Some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Have you been to 5+ concerts?&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Have you ever been to a concert?&lt;/b&gt; the ones that my university has. ill scarlett dropped by once, and it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Do you like Panic At The Disco?&lt;/b&gt; No. they sound like fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Family&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Are you an only child?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/s&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Do you like your living arrangement?&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Do your grandparents spoil you?&lt;/b&gt; They have at times, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Do you have a lot of cousins?&lt;/b&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Do you love your family?&lt;/b&gt; Mhmm I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Do you have half/step brother(s)/sister(s)?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Appearance&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Are you tall?&lt;/b&gt; Nope. I'm what some consider "short".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. Do you wish you were tall?&lt;/b&gt; No I'm happy with my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Is your shoe size 8?&lt;/b&gt; it's 8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Are you comfortable of your appearance?&lt;/b&gt; I could be fitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Are your eyes blue?&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Is your hair brown?&lt;/b&gt; yep--just dyed it recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Are you wearing jeans at the moment?&lt;/b&gt; yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Have you been called pretty before?&lt;/b&gt; yes. i prefer pretty over "hot" to be honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5582062809931375053?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5582062809931375053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5582062809931375053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5582062809931375053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5582062809931375053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-my-dads-imac.html' title='from my dad&apos;s iMac'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SEILiSSlWYI/AAAAAAAAABw/G1ft06aL6nU/s72-c/Photo+87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1326444651314987378</id><published>2008-05-25T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:40:59.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Who's the main character in the book you're reading (or the last book you read)?&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan/Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What hair color does your history teacher have?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you see and/or talk to anyone today that you haven't seen/talked to in a while? Who?&lt;br /&gt;I  haven't talked to a lot of people in a while. So pretty much everyone that's not in my immediate family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What song are you currently listening to, or what song did you listen to last?&lt;br /&gt;something on the nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What class do you usually write notes to your friends in?&lt;br /&gt;science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you got married to your current love interest and took their last name, what would your full name be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a love interest anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who did you last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Um, nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last thing you ordered when you went out to eat?&lt;br /&gt;The Salmon dish at Ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favorite flavor of italian ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat italian ice cream; but i'd pick something CHOCOLATE if I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the funkiest pair of pants you own?&lt;br /&gt;i suppose my dark blue skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which of your cousins is closest to you in age?&lt;br /&gt;Jerome, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are your best friend's parents married?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What color is your roof?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pick a random picture that's on your wall and describe what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. My sister painted it (horribly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How often do you use the school computers?&lt;br /&gt;Almost never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song reminds you of an ex?&lt;br /&gt;I have loads, but these are the most distinct: Nsync's Gone for Kev, I'm Lost Without You by Blink 182 for Isk, Umbrella for Kaiser. Haha, weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think it's ridiculious when anyone who hasn't been in a relationship for 2 or more years talks about marriage with their partner?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your favorite band's biggest hit?&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to have a favourite band to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you ever order one of those CDs off the television (like the "GREATEST ROCK HITS" or whatever ones)?&lt;br /&gt;What a boring question, no - I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What method of hair removal do you use?&lt;br /&gt;A razor? Legs gotta be smooth, gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When's the last time you wore a headband?&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your favorite character from your favorite show?&lt;br /&gt;Blair Waldorf, and Sawyer. Oh, and Steven Hyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do your parents like your music?&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you're home alone and an unknown caller asks if your parents are home, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't know the number I hardly pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do have a window in your shower?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. In the winter, do you put down the storm window and move the screen up or just leave the screen where it is?&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a storm window, I live in Scarborough. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has this year gone by incredibly fast, or did it just drag on really slowly?:&lt;br /&gt;It was dragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you know anyone who annoyingly brags about themselves 24/7?:&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you ever jokingly call your friends "sexy", "baby", etc.?:&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What hangout spots are within walking distance of your school?:&lt;br /&gt;there's the pub, eaton's centre and dundas square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Isn't it weird how some people do their hair all nice and have a cute outfit on, even though the weather is terrible and is probably going to ruin all their hard work anyway?&lt;br /&gt;No, I appreciate their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Does it bother you when people are constantly away on AIM so you don't know if they're really there or not?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you were raped, would/do you still consider yourself a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is your period light, heavy, or somewhere in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, wonder what a guy would say to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you think skinny jeans look bad on big people (and I'm not just saying chubby people, I mean FAT FAT people)?&lt;br /&gt;yep, it just makes you look fatter. but on the other hand, skinny jeans don't look good on really really sickly thin people, too. You gotta have some booty to rock that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you an Atheist, or do you know any Atheists?:&lt;br /&gt;no and yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How big of a role does religion play in your life?:&lt;br /&gt;Not a very big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's your best friend's screenname?&lt;br /&gt;it varies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you rather date someone who was super-conceited or someone who had a very low self-esteem? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Neither! they get whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many kids do you want in the future?&lt;br /&gt;if I meet the one: two. If not, ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Which sounds more attractive to you, brown eyes or green eyes?:&lt;br /&gt;green. but who cares, as long as you can do that smoldering dazzling edward-cullen-ain't-got-shit-on-me thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever dated anyone with green eyes?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's the best thing about being in high school, in your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;Friends and the fact that teachers baby you and you dont always have a shitload of work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like snow, or is it just a hassle to you?&lt;br /&gt;it's a fucking hassle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever had pizza with pineapples on it? How was it?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian! My favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Would you ever get an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;No, won't ever put myself in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If your parents got divorced, remarried other people, and started new families, would you be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;I would be weirded out, but not jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. When you got your ears pierced for the first time, where do you go to get them done?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't friggen know; I was two months old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever believed that the moon was made out of cheese?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you own a disco ball?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What's your favorite flavor of Swedish Fish?&lt;br /&gt;The red ones !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you remember the song "Around the World (lalalala)" by ATC?&lt;br /&gt;What's ATC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever played Neopets? If so, what's your account name?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. When it's big garbage in your town, do you go through other people's stuff?:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Isn't it annoying when a minor character from a show gets their own show?&lt;br /&gt;lol like Cleveland? I'm actually curious about that one. He has neighbours that are bears. BEARS, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Did you ever have one of those bike license plates that said your name on it?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What do you think about the decor of your boyfriend's room?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have one. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you think Simple Plan and Blink 182 sound similar?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What's your favorite song by the Spice Girls?&lt;br /&gt;I like more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you miss the 90's?:&lt;br /&gt;Yess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1326444651314987378?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1326444651314987378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1326444651314987378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1326444651314987378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1326444651314987378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5974373471329930535</id><published>2008-05-21T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:52:28.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've developed the strangest sleeping patterns. I'll usually fall asleep at around 3 am, but these days it's always at a random time (last night I fell asleep at midnight), but I always wake up at 7 am. Today I fell back asleep and hoped that i'll wake before noon, but when I woke up it was 2 pm. I was annoyed, but hey, whatever. I'm always so sleepy, even though I get so much sleep. Kinda melancholic, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's been irritating lately. Cold and cloudy. I feel like I'm at Forks or something. But you know, I guess that's what's been making me depressed. As you know, we suffered through the longest winter ever (around 6 months of snow--it's usually supposed to last around 3-4 months) while I suffered through my worst school year ever. So any remnants of the cold brings me a bad depressing mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5974373471329930535?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5974373471329930535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5974373471329930535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5974373471329930535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5974373471329930535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-developed-strangest-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-4311722680724840148</id><published>2008-05-09T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:56:58.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dentist appointment today. =S whhhhyyyyyyyy god whyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change my blogskin. It won't let me do capslock. I could edit the html thingers to change that but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. Not much to say. bye. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-4311722680724840148?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4311722680724840148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=4311722680724840148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4311722680724840148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/4311722680724840148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/05/dentist-appointment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6760543483813713942</id><published>2008-05-07T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:45:34.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This has been my life lately. Books. I went to the bookstore yesterday and went ballistic. I have four more books outside of this picture to read, and I'm eye-ing three other books. Seriously, literature kills time like no other. It's my secret passion. Btw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I cut bitches up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; when I see the corners all dog-eared or whatever, or if there's a distinctive fold/line down the spine of the book. If it doesn't look new, I'll KILL someone. It has to be in the same condition as I bought it in. I don't really have a specific reason why, it just HAS to.  I hate hardcovers because they're heavy and a hastle, I love paperbacks but they're so easy to damage. It's the one thing I'm uptight about. Actually, I'm uptight about a lot of things, but this especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE961pmdRI/AAAAAAAAABg/wGgOyTJeYuQ/s1600-h/2472283269_9e839cc084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE961pmdRI/AAAAAAAAABg/wGgOyTJeYuQ/s320/2472283269_9e839cc084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197503526005536018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nintendo DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; came. And I was like BOOKSWHOCARESABOUTTHOSE AHH DS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE961pmdQI/AAAAAAAAABY/2W1l_zoXsIA/s1600-h/2472282943_9371d37f37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE961pmdQI/AAAAAAAAABY/2W1l_zoXsIA/s320/2472282943_9371d37f37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197503526005536002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. My brother bought it for my sister. It's funny, he must think she's so girly, because Gale hates pink. But she's all "Who cares I have a Nintendo I ain't gonna complain". Which is cool. The pink becomes irrelevant after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE96lpmdPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uwlT3_LxidM/s1600-h/2472282341_5da8cddace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE96lpmdPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uwlT3_LxidM/s320/2472282341_5da8cddace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197503521710568690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here I am, 1.30 in the morning, on my bed looking at all the possibilities to entertain myself. Books? Laptop? Nintendo DS? Sleep? I think I'll do them all. Hm, I might re-read Twilight again. That book is so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6760543483813713942?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6760543483813713942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6760543483813713942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6760543483813713942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6760543483813713942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-has-been-my-life-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SCE961pmdRI/AAAAAAAAABg/wGgOyTJeYuQ/s72-c/2472283269_9e839cc084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-1857098871469268464</id><published>2008-04-29T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:04:59.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with a song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nL49yZNE4yk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nL49yZNE4yk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-1857098871469268464?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1857098871469268464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=1857098871469268464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1857098871469268464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/1857098871469268464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-love-with-song.html' title='I&apos;m in love with a song.'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-5791749885323002446</id><published>2008-04-26T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:20:31.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you cut these things?</title><content type='html'>Surrrveeeeeeeys. I mean. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A is for age:&lt;br /&gt;19. The last of the teen years.&lt;br /&gt;2. B is for beer of choice:&lt;br /&gt;Corona! Or Alexander Keith's. SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;3. C is for career right now:&lt;br /&gt;full time student, architecture.&lt;br /&gt;4. D is for your dog's name:&lt;br /&gt;B. She is dead.&lt;br /&gt;5. E is for essential item you use everyday:&lt;br /&gt;soap&lt;br /&gt;6. F is for favorite TV show at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Skins, House, Lost, One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;7. G is for favorite game:&lt;br /&gt;old school tetris&lt;br /&gt;8. H is for Home town:&lt;br /&gt;Define hometown? I'd go with Choa Chu Kang. I dont remember Baguio City very well. (Except for the market. I LOVE MARKETS)&lt;br /&gt;9. I is for instruments you play:&lt;br /&gt;the guitar. haven't touched that in a while&lt;br /&gt;10. J is for favorite juice:&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;11. K is for whose butt you'd like to kick:&lt;br /&gt;Erika.&lt;br /&gt;12. L is for last place you ate:&lt;br /&gt;kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;13. M is for marriage:&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm on the fence about it. If I find the one, OK. But if not, then no.&lt;br /&gt;14. N is for your full name:&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows my full name.&lt;br /&gt;15. O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4, when my mom gave birth to Gale, and when i was 7, when my dad had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;16. P is for people you were with today:&lt;br /&gt;Just me.&lt;br /&gt;17. Q is for quote:&lt;br /&gt;"Faut souffrir pour être belle."&lt;br /&gt;18. R is for biggest Regret:&lt;br /&gt;It's personal~!&lt;br /&gt;19. S is for status:&lt;br /&gt;Middle-class? what kinda status?&lt;br /&gt;20. T is for time you woke up today:&lt;br /&gt;4 pm. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;21. U is for underwear you have on now:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;22. V is for vegetable you love:&lt;br /&gt;i love all vegetables. lettuce, carrots, CUCUMBER, tomato (although that's really a fruit), eggplants, okra, ONIONS......it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;23. W is for worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;I'm messy as HALE.&lt;br /&gt;24. X is for x-rays you've had:&lt;br /&gt;Twice, i think.&lt;br /&gt;25. Y is for yummy food you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten anything all day. But I'm not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;26. Z is for zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you legally drink?&lt;br /&gt;♥ YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you be married in the next 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;♥ No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are your least favorite school&lt;br /&gt;subjects?&lt;br /&gt;♥ gym. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;♥ whichever is fine. calling takes less effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;♥ slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like carrots?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you taller than 5'5"?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I AM 5'5".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many cities/towns have you lived&lt;br /&gt;in?&lt;br /&gt;♥ three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or&lt;br /&gt;bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;♥ shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you a social person?&lt;br /&gt;♥ most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;♥ water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are your favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;♥ green and blue and orange (they go so well together, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you doing for your next&lt;br /&gt;birthday?&lt;br /&gt;♥ studio work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I love mochas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you rather have money or love?&lt;br /&gt;♥ money. love without money is difficult. money just makes things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever sat on a roof?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;♥ leona lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you sleep on a certain side of&lt;br /&gt;the bed?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;about right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I think I *am* hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What time do you get up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;♥ usually 7. but now it's 4 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you eat ranch with your pizza?&lt;br /&gt;♥ sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever been in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you prefer an ocean or pool?&lt;br /&gt;♥ ocean, ocean, ocean! actually i like both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ the lack of food in my stomach, and the lack of exercise i get. It's scary how unhealthy i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you hold grudges?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who's page did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lady's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you a LOST fanatic?&lt;br /&gt;♥ HELLZ YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Earphones or headphones?&lt;br /&gt;♥ earphones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. At this very moment what should you&lt;br /&gt;be doing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you read novels often?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is the color of your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;walls?&lt;br /&gt;♥ blue but i'm changing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you shut off the water while you&lt;br /&gt;brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes. i'm green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last 2 people to text you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ tina and alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever thought you liked&lt;br /&gt;someone, and then found out&lt;br /&gt;that you really didn't like them?&lt;br /&gt;♥ ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever kissed someone that&lt;br /&gt;has smoked weed before?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Regrettably. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How was this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes. fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do/ did you listen to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;♥ always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever wanted someone you&lt;br /&gt;thought you couldn't have then&lt;br /&gt;realized they like you.,?&lt;br /&gt;♥ OH YEAH. BEST FEELING EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have any interesting&lt;br /&gt;bruises or scars?&lt;br /&gt;♥ i have one on my nose, then on my shin, then on both my arms. It's ok, i'm still really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Is there anyone that doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;you because of something you did?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played naked twister?&lt;br /&gt;♥ UM NO. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you think your first love affects&lt;br /&gt;the way you go on with life?&lt;br /&gt;♥ i think all of the people you meet somehow affects you in some way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. How did you meet the last person you&lt;br /&gt;kissed?&lt;br /&gt;♥ friend of a friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Would you ever consider having a&lt;br /&gt;relationship w/ your best friend that is&lt;br /&gt;of the opposite gender?&lt;br /&gt;♥ It depends if he's hot. Haha. I mean I would consider it, but if I haven't gone out with them already it means I decided not to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 .What is one emotion you are feeling&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ calmness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you hang out with yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;~ my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Opposite sex on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;~ chace crawford. ridiculously good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;~ answering this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you miss anybody?&lt;br /&gt;~ i always miss people. That's the problem when you have friends and family all over the world. I miss my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;~ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;~ popcorn from last night's movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there a person of the opposite&lt;br /&gt;sex who means a lot to you?&lt;br /&gt;~ there are quite a few. i love my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;~ panic at the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you a generally clean or messy&lt;br /&gt;person?&lt;br /&gt;~ messy. but i can clean up well. I inherited the messy trait from my father, and the quick clean-up skills from my mother. I'm best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever liked anyone on your&lt;br /&gt;top friends?&lt;br /&gt;~ what are you talking about? I like all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person that called&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;~ tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you find the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;confusing?&lt;br /&gt;~ always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the reason behind the last&lt;br /&gt;time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;~ I thought I failed a course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is there anybody you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ Chace Crawford. YOU KNOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you gonna be home alone&lt;br /&gt;tonight?&lt;br /&gt;~ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When is the last time you saw a&lt;br /&gt;movie in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;~ run fatboy run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you smoked anything in the&lt;br /&gt;last week?&lt;br /&gt;~ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Anything you wish you could tell&lt;br /&gt;someone but can't?&lt;br /&gt;~ "You kinda smell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;~ Chillin' like a villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is one thing you can't wait&lt;br /&gt;for?&lt;br /&gt;~ Cottage week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How has this week been?&lt;br /&gt;~ awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;~ i have loads of friends who are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like rock music?&lt;br /&gt;~ i love rock music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When is the last time you took a&lt;br /&gt;nap?&lt;br /&gt;~ last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you only drink bottled water?&lt;br /&gt;~ no, i drink them from the glass, too! haha. i should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the last person to send you&lt;br /&gt;a Myspace message?&lt;br /&gt;~ Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who was on your mind most&lt;br /&gt;yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;~ Chace Crawford, for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like to snowboard?&lt;br /&gt;~ yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you believe everyone deserves a&lt;br /&gt;second chance?&lt;br /&gt;~ depende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What instant messaging service do&lt;br /&gt;you use?&lt;br /&gt;~ MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's your most hated food?&lt;br /&gt;~ Seafood Sinigang. My mother never puts enough flavour in that version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's your favorite color or&lt;br /&gt;colors?&lt;br /&gt;~ GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is your favorite teacher in&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;~ Professor YT Leong, biatches. He's from Malaysia and married some chick from Singapore. And he has awesome stories from his kampong days. (It also helps that he's an awesome architect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;~ black....soon to change to....dark mauve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. how old are your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;~ Gale's 16 and Chester's 21&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was exhausting. But hey it saved me from an hour of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-5791749885323002446?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5791749885323002446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=5791749885323002446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5791749885323002446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/5791749885323002446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-do-you-cut-these-things.html' title='How do you cut these things?'/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-8181676866763870313</id><published>2008-04-21T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:31:30.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got to stop spending my money at Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blew off $140 on clothes that I didn't need. Oh well, such is life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-8181676866763870313?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8181676866763870313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=8181676866763870313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8181676866763870313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/8181676866763870313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-got-to-stop-spending-my-money-at.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-2484608478535292126</id><published>2008-04-16T02:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:31:29.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My exam today went well. Better than yesterday's. My exam for tomorrow is iffy. I haven't really started studying yet, and it's late, and I really can't get myself to do it. I mean, if you read the words "Pressure-Equalized Brick-Veneered Cavity Wall" I'm sure you'd run ten miles away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rare music suggestions. If you like Paramore and Dashboard, then you'll like Automatic Loveletter. Juliet Simms is like the musical spawn of Haley and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the music! There quality is kinda bad because they're quite unknown, they're just emerging. But you know. You can still hear some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVSvPgtjGa8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVSvPgtjGa8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3kO6oUYVBo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3kO6oUYVBo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to learn about cladding, cavities, air barriers, insulation and what not. FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-2484608478535292126?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2484608478535292126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=2484608478535292126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2484608478535292126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/2484608478535292126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-exam-today-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506076656410363276.post-6462988035204408327</id><published>2008-04-14T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:13:05.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I failed that course, EVERYTHING that I worked hard for has gone to shit. Please please please pass me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/506076656410363276-6462988035204408327?l=watermeloncholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6462988035204408327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=506076656410363276&amp;postID=6462988035204408327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6462988035204408327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/506076656410363276/posts/default/6462988035204408327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermeloncholy.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-failed-that-course-everything-that.html' title=''/><author><name>KAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370739330231247432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9Hf3nSHK5w/SguFzqX1hsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ijb0tUCkddo/S220/IMG_4481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
