<?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-3902660950636881945</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:37:09.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Homo Diary;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1205966736470280136</id><published>2009-08-22T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:11:22.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need food !&lt;br /&gt;Need foooood ! I believe it is necessary to start the mission now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBJECTIVE: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO GET THE JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER AND A SPOON SAFE AND SOUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: To get pass bibik and mama and tok in the kitchen. Haihhh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A: Charge ! Attack people who gets in our (fareez,farissa and myself) way .Problem is they're old citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B: Make someone else to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan C: Make our own peanut butter. But it'll cost us more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan D: Run. Hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan E: Give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we choose Plan D. it's the safest. of course.&lt;br /&gt;but lastly we turn to plan E, since Farissa's been an angel after 8 years living and said we're goin to damn hell if we proceed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-1205966736470280136?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1205966736470280136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1205966736470280136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1205966736470280136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1205966736470280136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-food-need-foooood-i-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-8846797081447638751</id><published>2009-08-20T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:16:05.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I bought my new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Diary of a wimpy Kid !&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8846797081447638751?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8846797081447638751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=8846797081447638751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8846797081447638751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8846797081447638751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-bought-my-new-diary-of-wimpy-kid-yeay.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1545920185902947705</id><published>2009-08-19T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:22:11.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High school sucks</title><content type='html'>I think people High School is the stupidest idea ever. I think people should not go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Gain free money. I wish people dont get tired. Live and laugh forever. And people should just be happy. People &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;will&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; be happy if there is no high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-1545920185902947705?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1545920185902947705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1545920185902947705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1545920185902947705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1545920185902947705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-school-sucks.html' title='High school sucks'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3421763915414341281</id><published>2009-08-19T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T03:35:36.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming with them shizznit</title><content type='html'>Haizz. I skipped school today, with my brothers and went Jamming. Hanging out with them boys are like hanging out with bunch of negroids. I love them. But they're so gay and think condoms are sweet, yikes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3421763915414341281?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3421763915414341281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3421763915414341281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3421763915414341281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3421763915414341281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/jamming-with-them-shizznit.html' title='Jamming with them shizznit'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-452859706535039945</id><published>2009-08-17T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:12:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SokenkMVh5I/AAAAAAAAALk/6yvKbvn_YZY/s1600-h/fashionphotographyartcreativedigita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SokenkMVh5I/AAAAAAAAALk/6yvKbvn_YZY/s320/fashionphotographyartcreativedigita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370857695695177618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching family guy in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Faqyh's not going to be online for awhile. I'm gonna miss him,&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't usually say this.&lt;br /&gt;But i really meant it,&lt;br /&gt;PJK paper is due tomorrow. PAFETIC !&lt;br /&gt;They should have finished it today instead. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;and i finished to packets of duct tapes today. I am addicted to that thing, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And craving for more !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-452859706535039945?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/452859706535039945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=452859706535039945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/452859706535039945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/452859706535039945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-fuck.html' title='high fuck'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SokenkMVh5I/AAAAAAAAALk/6yvKbvn_YZY/s72-c/fashionphotographyartcreativedigita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6860150055638253271</id><published>2009-08-16T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:04:34.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's because we're different.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see ? I am weak, I am too weak to be your cure.&lt;br /&gt;Here's our stop. Forever ends here. As i said.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6860150055638253271?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6860150055638253271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6860150055638253271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6860150055638253271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6860150055638253271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-because-were-different.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5049855582737292238</id><published>2009-08-14T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:46:27.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SoUkWQYYRnI/AAAAAAAAALM/mthAdquvSkU/s1600-h/10909090907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SoUkWQYYRnI/AAAAAAAAALM/mthAdquvSkU/s320/10909090907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369738095482127986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to pretend I'm not home when someone is knocking at my door.&lt;br /&gt;I never let anyone in.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself under a thousand layers of sarcasm and wit and indifference.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself in that tiny little hole.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but see the walls are caving in.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was you.&lt;br /&gt;You opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment, you found me.&lt;br /&gt;But you ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the storm comes, I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll run through the streets until my lungs explode.&lt;br /&gt;I'll run.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;The wind is all I have.&lt;br /&gt;I will follow the colors you've so carefully painted around your little head of fire.&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you into the night.&lt;br /&gt;Only when the hue becomes so brilliant my eyes won't shut.&lt;br /&gt;Only when the trembling in my fingertips drives me mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll know I've found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you are perfectly imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;You are strange and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But I only can see you when my eyes are closed.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't wake me.&lt;br /&gt;Please just let me sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you will find me again.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5049855582737292238?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/5049855582737292238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=5049855582737292238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5049855582737292238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5049855582737292238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-so-easy-to-pretend-im-not-home-when.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SoUkWQYYRnI/AAAAAAAAALM/mthAdquvSkU/s72-c/10909090907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2009420908108873585</id><published>2009-08-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:50:17.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SoQoIrnsfYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Zv1AEA-UsTs/s1600-h/z186292844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SoQoIrnsfYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Zv1AEA-UsTs/s320/z186292844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369460785345756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2009420908108873585?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2009420908108873585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2009420908108873585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2009420908108873585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2009420908108873585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SoQoIrnsfYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Zv1AEA-UsTs/s72-c/z186292844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1138336543525405801</id><published>2009-08-09T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:30:05.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sn6lGe1gXwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gCZYKvvDck8/s1600-h/roomwithscary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sn6lGe1gXwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gCZYKvvDck8/s320/roomwithscary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367909336647491330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we're talking about doomsday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it scary ? Of course it is dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pfft, It'll just be me and Bm Papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gonna be torture !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Torture i'm tellin ya'.&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/3902660950636881945-1138336543525405801?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1138336543525405801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1138336543525405801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1138336543525405801'/><link 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type='text'>This is cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Snxdrg0HSUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z1zl3XHugqY/s1600-h/Love_me_if_you_dare_by_pufulete.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/_8JdNybPSKgI/Snxdrg0HSUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z1zl3XHugqY/s320/Love_me_if_you_dare_by_pufulete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367267858043062594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think, this is cute ? cause for me it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8972698253318269615?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8972698253318269615/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Snxdrg0HSUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z1zl3XHugqY/s72-c/Love_me_if_you_dare_by_pufulete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5158794790399381201</id><published>2009-08-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:05:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Homo diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole lotta day with Cit,Ling and Lau.&lt;br /&gt;Which was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Edzrie was the fun one.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being crazy,&lt;br /&gt;we enjoy ourselves making stupid videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5158794790399381201?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5014198933753914109</id><published>2009-08-01T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:23:07.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna let you know.I've been thinking bout you.I've been thinking of you.I'm always thinking of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of my life has always been death.Seeing death and living death are totally different things.Confusion and death come hand in hand for there is no understanding in death.No compromise.Just questions.No answers.Silence.Thriving of the dead and the demise of the living.Living and exsisting.Total opposite.Being there and &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; there.Opposites also.Am I living or exsisting?And why should I try to do either?What is left for me here?Why do I keep trying?Why do these thoughts haunt my mind?These questions are yet to be answered.And will only be answered when I reach the end of this horrific path.Hopefully, I will see the end before I wander into a different path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5014198933753914109?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/5014198933753914109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=5014198933753914109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5014198933753914109'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-7056477648910977534?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/7056477648910977534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=7056477648910977534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7056477648910977534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7056477648910977534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/demerits-should-just-kiss-my-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-4757191398310296802</id><published>2009-07-19T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T04:26:26.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I do not like the rules of this world.&lt;br /&gt;This world is rotten.&lt;br /&gt;Humanity is greedy &amp;amp; full of total idiots.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a part of this population,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a part of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Farah, and I come from another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-4757191398310296802?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/4757191398310296802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=4757191398310296802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4757191398310296802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4757191398310296802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-do-not-like-rules-of-this-world.html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359087922884972642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nazatul.&lt;br /&gt;It's great you're turning 16.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-4763597149198910084?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/4763597149198910084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=4763597149198910084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4763597149198910084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4763597149198910084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-nazatul.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sl9OEnulEGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2YAn4RSWGuE/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2199239756341417549</id><published>2009-07-16T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:12:04.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I smell danger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2199239756341417549?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2199239756341417549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2199239756341417549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2199239756341417549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2199239756341417549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-smell-danger.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-656808406358686598</id><published>2009-07-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:50:16.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quagga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sl3skDkRzHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sTEj9Dx9IFU/s1600-h/quagga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sl3skDkRzHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sTEj9Dx9IFU/s320/quagga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699235817671794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;and dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-656808406358686598?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/656808406358686598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=656808406358686598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/656808406358686598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/656808406358686598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/quagga.html' title='quagga'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sl3skDkRzHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sTEj9Dx9IFU/s72-c/quagga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-9027429482817141331</id><published>2009-07-15T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:48:24.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you take me back to the person I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like forever but do me a favor please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back when we were stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held grudges just to help us sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, how ridiculous were we?       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A rocket to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-9027429482817141331?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/9027429482817141331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=9027429482817141331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/9027429482817141331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/9027429482817141331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-take-me-back-to-person-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5788076619108530417</id><published>2009-07-15T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:10:53.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia is the failure of true emotion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I watched Titanic with Fred.&lt;br /&gt;Fred and I were heartless.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed instead of crying.&lt;br /&gt;He made fun of Rose,&lt;br /&gt;while I made fun of Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5788076619108530417?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1904002752408392920</id><published>2009-07-15T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:04:10.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6a7d83;"&gt;"I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something." - Samwise Gamgee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-1904002752408392920?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1904002752408392920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1904002752408392920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1904002752408392920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1904002752408392920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-8196736463353582683</id><published>2009-07-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:44:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rag Doll and The Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Through a door just down the hall&lt;br /&gt;In a dark, forgotten corner&lt;br /&gt;Of the playroom was a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only made of cloth,&lt;br /&gt;A rather simple work of art,&lt;br /&gt;But you could see where someone&lt;br /&gt;Had sewed her a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had faded from carelessness&lt;br /&gt;And being lonely through the years,&lt;br /&gt;And she couldn't even cry&lt;br /&gt;Because she hadn't any tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day as she lay cold&lt;br /&gt;And silent on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;A teddy bear was tossed in&lt;br /&gt;Through the squeaky playroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she watched him, he got to his feet&lt;br /&gt;And slowly walked her way;&lt;br /&gt;And her little red sewed heart&lt;br /&gt;Came to life that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently picked her up,&lt;br /&gt;And as he held her in his arms,&lt;br /&gt;He noticed a faint heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And certain rag doll charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he took some thread and stitched&lt;br /&gt;A pretty twinkle in her eye&lt;br /&gt;And fixed her sewed-on smile&lt;br /&gt;Which had long-since gone awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brushed away the dust&lt;br /&gt;And cobwebs from her dress&lt;br /&gt;Then taught her about love&lt;br /&gt;In his fuzzy warm caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two have stayed together&lt;br /&gt;Since that day so long ago;&lt;br /&gt;And when he looks at her today,&lt;br /&gt;He would hardly even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That his happy little rag doll,&lt;br /&gt;So content and satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;Was the same one he had found&lt;br /&gt;Cast so carelessly aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8196736463353582683?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8196736463353582683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=8196736463353582683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8196736463353582683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8196736463353582683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/rag-doll-and-teddy-bear.html' title='The Rag Doll and The Teddy Bear'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3598120064461242318</id><published>2009-07-15T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:45:16.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#df005e;"&gt;I Can Never Forgive You For The Pain You Put In My Life. How You Lied And Left. The Only Regret I Have Is That I Knew You. I Wish You Were Never In My Life In The First Place. Would Have Saved Us All This Hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3598120064461242318?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3598120064461242318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3598120064461242318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3598120064461242318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3598120064461242318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-never-forgive-you-for-pain-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-9005455987109118315</id><published>2009-07-15T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:39:16.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not a monster, I'm just sick . Who would give anything to have my soul back.   You should probably just shoot me in the head now, Otherwise, I'm gonna kill you.  I'm sick, really sick. I'm one of them now.   Quarantine me. I'm infected. Quarantine me. Don't you just love what I've become.   I'm not a monster, I'm just sick. Who would do anything, to get my soul back.   You should probably just cover your eyes now. I'll have to warn you, this is gonna hurt, really hurt. I'm one of them now.   Quarantine me. I'm infected. Quarantine me. Don't you just love what I've become.   I don't blame you for wanting me dead. I'm one of them now.   I feel it in my blood now its turning me, It's turning me.  You better lock the doors and hide.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-9005455987109118315?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/9005455987109118315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=9005455987109118315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/9005455987109118315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/9005455987109118315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3101563731532414812</id><published>2009-07-14T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:22:55.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say no to love and say yes to messy hair :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3101563731532414812?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-326527171972523824</id><published>2009-07-10T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:43:52.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's fun !&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school and hang out with my buddy Fred.&lt;br /&gt;Damn,&lt;br /&gt;he's hair's gettin longer and he gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-326527171972523824?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/326527171972523824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=326527171972523824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/326527171972523824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/326527171972523824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-fun-i-skipped-school-and-hang.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-7145670234316036296</id><published>2009-07-09T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:24:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlXhHYERSBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vTE-lQ4LKU0/s1600-h/glassfrog_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlXhHYERSBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vTE-lQ4LKU0/s320/glassfrog_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356434848662767634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate frogs but this frog is an exception.&lt;br /&gt;He's beautiful !&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/3902660950636881945-7145670234316036296?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/7145670234316036296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=7145670234316036296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7145670234316036296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7145670234316036296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-frogs-but-this-frog-is-exception.html' 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KILL EM ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlW1ONizPiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RwcYEvMF3yw/s1600-h/zombiesss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlW1ONizPiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RwcYEvMF3yw/s320/zombiesss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356386587585494562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8166662042643322881?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8166662042643322881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=8166662042643322881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8166662042643322881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8166662042643322881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-all-these-zombies-kill-em-all.html' title='Fuck all these zombies ! KILL EM ALL'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlW1ONizPiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RwcYEvMF3yw/s72-c/zombiesss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6512689027815264075</id><published>2009-07-09T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:10:10.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite &lt;3 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once upon a time as a merchant set off for&lt;br /&gt;market, he asked each of his three daughters what she&lt;br /&gt;would like as a present on his return. The first&lt;br /&gt;daughter wanted a brocade dress, the second a pearl&lt;br /&gt;necklace, but the third, whose name was Beauty, the&lt;br /&gt;youngest, prettiest and sweetest of them all, said to&lt;br /&gt;her father:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "All I'd like is a rose you've picked&lt;br /&gt;specially for me!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the merchant had finished his&lt;br /&gt;business, he set off for home. However, a sudden storm&lt;br /&gt;blew up, and his horse could hardly make headway in&lt;br /&gt;the howling gale. Cold and weary, the merchant had&lt;br /&gt;lost all hope of reaching an inn when he suddenly&lt;br /&gt;noticed a bright light shining in the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;wood. As he drew near, he saw that it was a castle,&lt;br /&gt;bathed in light.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I hope I'll find shelter there for the&lt;br /&gt;night," he said to himself. When he reached the door,&lt;br /&gt;he saw it was open, but though he shouted, nobody came&lt;br /&gt;to greet him. Plucking up courage, he went inside,&lt;br /&gt;still calling out to attract attention. On a table in&lt;br /&gt;the main hall, a splendid dinner lay already served.&lt;br /&gt;The merchant lingered, still shouting for the owner of&lt;br /&gt;the castle. But no one  &lt;br /&gt;came, and so the starving merchant sat down to a&lt;br /&gt;hearty meal.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Overcome by curiosity, he ventured&lt;br /&gt;upstairs, where the corridor led into magnificent&lt;br /&gt;rooms and halls. A fire crackled in the first room and&lt;br /&gt;a soft bed looked very inviting. It was now late, and&lt;br /&gt;the merchant could not resist. He lay down on the bed&lt;br /&gt;and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, an&lt;br /&gt;unknown hand had placed a mug of steaming coffee and&lt;br /&gt;some fruit by his bedside.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The merchant had breakfast and after&lt;br /&gt;tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his&lt;br /&gt;generous host. But, as on the evening before, there&lt;br /&gt;was nobody in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the&lt;br /&gt;strangeness of it all, he went towards the garden&lt;br /&gt;where he had left his horse, tethered to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a large rose bush caught his eye.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Remembering his promise to Beauty, he bent&lt;br /&gt;down to pick a rose. Instantly, out of the rose&lt;br /&gt;garden, sprang a horrible beast, wearing splendid&lt;br /&gt;clothes. Two bloodshot eyes, gleaming angrily, glared&lt;br /&gt;at him and a deep, terrifying voice&lt;br /&gt;growled: "Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, you ate&lt;br /&gt;at my table and slept in my own bed, but now all the&lt;br /&gt;thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers! I&lt;br /&gt;shall put you to death for this slight!" Trembling&lt;br /&gt;with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the&lt;br /&gt;Beast.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Forgive me! Forgive me! Don't kill me!&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you say! The rose wasn't for me, it&lt;br /&gt;was for my daughter Beauty. I promised to bring her&lt;br /&gt;back a rose from my journey!" The Beast dropped the&lt;br /&gt;paw it had clamped on the unhappy merchant.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I shall spare your life, but on one&lt;br /&gt;condition, that you bring me your daughter!" The&lt;br /&gt;terror-stricken merchant, faced with certain death if&lt;br /&gt;he did not obey, promised that he would do so. When he&lt;br /&gt;reached home in tears, his three daughters ran to&lt;br /&gt;greet him. After he had told them of his dreadful&lt;br /&gt;adventure, Beauty put his mind at rest immediately.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Dear father, I'd do anything for you!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you'll be able to keep your promise and&lt;br /&gt;save your life! Take me to the castle. I'll stay there&lt;br /&gt;in your place!" The merchant hugged his daughter.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I never did doubt your love for me. For&lt;br /&gt;the moment I can only thank you for saving my life."&lt;br /&gt;So Beauty was led to the castle. The Beast, however,&lt;br /&gt;had quite an unexpected greeting for the girl. Instead&lt;br /&gt;of menacing doom as it had done with her father, it&lt;br /&gt;was surprisingly pleasant.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the beginning, Beauty was frightened of&lt;br /&gt;the Beast, and shuddered at the sight of it. Then she&lt;br /&gt;found that, in spite of the monster's awful head, her&lt;br /&gt;horror of it was gradually fading as time went by. She&lt;br /&gt;had one of the finest rooms in the Castle, and sat for&lt;br /&gt;hours, embroidering in front of the fire. And the&lt;br /&gt;Beast would sit, for hours on end, only a short&lt;br /&gt;distance away, silently gazing at her. Then it started&lt;br /&gt;to say a few kind words, till in the end, Beauty was&lt;br /&gt;amazed to discover that she was actually enjoying its&lt;br /&gt;conversation. The days passed, and Beauty and the&lt;br /&gt;Beast became good friends. Then one day, the Beast&lt;br /&gt;asked the girl to be his wife.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Taken by surprise, Beauty did not know what&lt;br /&gt;to say. Marry such an ugly monster? She would rather&lt;br /&gt;die! But she did not want to  hurt the feelings of one&lt;br /&gt;who, after all, had been kind to her. And she&lt;br /&gt;remembered too that she owed it her own life as well&lt;br /&gt;as her father's.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I really can't say yes," she began&lt;br /&gt;shakily. "I'd so much like to..." The Beast&lt;br /&gt;interrupted her with an abrupt gesture.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I quite understand! And I'm not offended&lt;br /&gt;by your refusal!" Life went on as usual, and nothing&lt;br /&gt;further was said. One day, the Beast presented Beauty&lt;br /&gt;with a magnificent magic mirror. When Beauty peeped&lt;br /&gt;into it, she could see her family, far away.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You won't feel so lonely now," were the&lt;br /&gt;words that accompanied the gift. Beauty stared for&lt;br /&gt;hours at her distant family. Then she began to feel&lt;br /&gt;worried. One day, the Beast found her weeping beside&lt;br /&gt;the magic mirror.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What's wrong?" he asked, kindly as always.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "My father is gravely ill and close to&lt;br /&gt;dying! Oh, how I wish I could see him again, before&lt;br /&gt;it's too late!" But the Beast only shook its head.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No! You will never leave this castle!" And&lt;br /&gt;off it stalked in a rage. However, a little later, it&lt;br /&gt;returned and spoke solemnly to the girl.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "If you swear that you will return here in&lt;br /&gt;seven days time, I'll let you go and visit your&lt;br /&gt;father!" Beauty threw herself at the Beast's feet in&lt;br /&gt;delight.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I swear! I swear I will! How kind you are!&lt;br /&gt;You've made a loving daughter so happy!" In reality,&lt;br /&gt;the merchant had fallen ill from a broken heart at&lt;br /&gt;knowing his daughter was being kept prisoner. When he&lt;br /&gt;embraced her again, he was soon on the road to&lt;br /&gt;recovery. Beauty stayed beside him for hours on end,&lt;br /&gt;describing her life at the Castle, and explaining that&lt;br /&gt;the Beast was really  &lt;br /&gt;good and kind. The days flashed past, and at last the&lt;br /&gt;merchant was able to leave his bed. He was completely&lt;br /&gt;well again. Beauty was happy at last. However, she had&lt;br /&gt;failed to notice that seven days had gone by.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then one night she woke from a terrible&lt;br /&gt;nightmare. She had dreamt that the Beast was dying and&lt;br /&gt;calling for her, twisting in agony.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Come back! Come back to me!" it was&lt;br /&gt;pleading. The solemn  promise she had made drove her&lt;br /&gt;to leave home immediately.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hurry! Hurry, good horse!" she said,&lt;br /&gt;whipping her steed onwards towards the castle, afraid&lt;br /&gt;that she might arrive too late. She rushed up the&lt;br /&gt;stairs, calling, but there was no reply. Her heart in&lt;br /&gt;her mouth, Beauty ran into the garden and there&lt;br /&gt;crouched the Beast, its eyes shut, as though dead.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty threw herself at it and hugged it tightly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Don't die! Don't die! I'll marry&lt;br /&gt;you . . ." At these words, a miracle took place. The&lt;br /&gt;Beast's ugly snout turned magically into the face of a&lt;br /&gt;handsome young man.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "How I've been longing for this moment!"&lt;br /&gt;he said. "I was suffering in silence, and couldn't&lt;br /&gt;tell my frightful secret. An evil witch turned me into&lt;br /&gt;a monster and only the love of a maiden willing to&lt;br /&gt;accept me as I was, could transform me back into my&lt;br /&gt;real self. My dearest! I'll be so happy if you'll&lt;br /&gt;marry me."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The wedding took place shortly after and,&lt;br /&gt;from that day on, the young Prince would have nothing&lt;br /&gt;but roses in his gardens. And that's why, to this day,&lt;br /&gt;the castle is known as the Castle of the Rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6512689027815264075?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6512689027815264075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6512689027815264075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6512689027815264075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6512689027815264075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-3.html' title='Favorite &lt;3 !'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6725052220123717176</id><published>2009-07-09T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:04:00.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred is here ! Fred is here !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fred's Here.&lt;br /&gt;He's fucking here.&lt;br /&gt;yeay ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6725052220123717176?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6725052220123717176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6725052220123717176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6725052220123717176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6725052220123717176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/fred-is-here-fred-is-here.html' title='Fred is here ! Fred is here !'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-4717682267244412465</id><published>2009-07-08T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:18:03.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your heart has a lack of color</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I dremt of getting married with the one I hate the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-4717682267244412465?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/4717682267244412465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=4717682267244412465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4717682267244412465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4717682267244412465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-heart-has-lack-of-color.html' title='Your heart has a lack of color'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-802253526281948990</id><published>2009-07-07T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:06:14.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:turquoise;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello homo diary !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-802253526281948990?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/802253526281948990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=802253526281948990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/802253526281948990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/802253526281948990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-homo-diary-i-wanna-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2584308428184825822</id><published>2009-07-07T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:45:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Honestly, I'm not even sure of who I really am anymore. I assure you, I'm constantly learning more about myself but am nowhere close to seeing who I really am. i'm different from most of my friends and i know that. i don't know where my life will take me. but i know God will put me in the right path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2584308428184825822?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2584308428184825822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2584308428184825822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2584308428184825822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2584308428184825822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/honestly-im-not-even-sure-of-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5234237068099283524</id><published>2009-07-07T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:40:14.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't make decisions, choices drive me nuts, and I have to choose now and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5234237068099283524?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/5234237068099283524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=5234237068099283524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5234237068099283524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5234237068099283524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-make-decisions-choices-drive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-920769060555405947</id><published>2009-07-07T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:11:19.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlMfAZSaIxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6RsNiP3F6_M/s1600-h/corpse_bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlMfAZSaIxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6RsNiP3F6_M/s320/corpse_bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355658473522209554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loike this !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-920769060555405947?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/920769060555405947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=920769060555405947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/920769060555405947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/920769060555405947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-loike-this.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SlMfAZSaIxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6RsNiP3F6_M/s72-c/corpse_bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2911671666428507187</id><published>2009-07-06T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:43:55.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I know is that you're so nice, You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go, See if we could be something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I wish I was your favourite girl, I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish I was your favourite smile, I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I wish you couldn't figure me out, But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset, I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly, 'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see. Basically, I wish that you loved me, I wish that you needed me, I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wish that without me your heart would break, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake. I wish that without me you couldn't eat, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen I wish that we could see if we could be something ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2911671666428507187?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2911671666428507187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2911671666428507187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2911671666428507187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2911671666428507187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-that.html' title='I wish that'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5152834864669678292</id><published>2009-07-05T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:45:24.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew you weren't gay,&lt;br /&gt;you're too innocent to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5152834864669678292?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/5152834864669678292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=5152834864669678292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5152834864669678292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5152834864669678292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-tell-me-sky-is-limit-when-there.html' title='dont tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-310051922879165541</id><published>2009-07-05T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:40:33.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I noticed how beautiful the sky was the other day and then i realized it's because you're up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-310051922879165541?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/310051922879165541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=310051922879165541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/310051922879165541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/310051922879165541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-noticed-how-beautiful-sky-was-other.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6134291703837900586</id><published>2009-07-02T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:52:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fractures in the facade of your porcelain beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, i watched what dreams may come,&lt;br /&gt;and I start to believe in soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck right ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even believe in fucking soul mates when i dont even believe in fucking love.&lt;br /&gt;Soul mates ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Does soul mates really exist.&lt;br /&gt;Who would even love anybody forever ?&lt;br /&gt;For instance me,&lt;br /&gt;I would really want a soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;Someone i could like hold on to, FOREVER .&lt;br /&gt;Forever is a long time, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;I dont think love exist in me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am purely blank.&lt;br /&gt;I am heartless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just want a soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;Who isn't afraid of forever.&lt;br /&gt;and there's no such thing right ?&lt;br /&gt;How harsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6134291703837900586?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6134291703837900586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6134291703837900586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6134291703837900586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6134291703837900586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/fractures-in-facade-of-your-porcelain.html' title='Fractures in the facade of your porcelain beauty'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2522052934377074911</id><published>2009-07-02T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:10:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are like phones. We love to be held, talked too but if you press the wrong button you'll be disconnected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way.&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a person who diets and eats a lot ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Farts)*&lt;br /&gt;I swear that wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2522052934377074911?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2522052934377074911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2522052934377074911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2522052934377074911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2522052934377074911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-are-like-phones-we-love-to-be.html' title='Girls are like phones. We love to be held, talked too but if you press the wrong button you&apos;ll be disconnected!'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5129442565730794012</id><published>2009-07-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:55:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkzKBskuBHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OCjQelh3Tzc/s1600-h/cats+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkzKBskuBHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OCjQelh3Tzc/s320/cats+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353876187530527858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, is a normal day,&lt;br /&gt;I hate normal days.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't days be more un normal,&lt;br /&gt;like old they used to.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5129442565730794012?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/5129442565730794012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=5129442565730794012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5129442565730794012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5129442565730794012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-normal-day-i-hate-normal-days.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkzKBskuBHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OCjQelh3Tzc/s72-c/cats+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1546635325518036205</id><published>2009-07-02T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:32:08.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxiKpQVY2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RXY_JEPwlxA/s1600-h/needles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxiKpQVY2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RXY_JEPwlxA/s320/needles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353761992049255266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouch. It hurts. Don't you think ?&lt;br /&gt;Ouch ouch ouch.&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/3902660950636881945-1546635325518036205?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1546635325518036205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1546635325518036205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1546635325518036205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1546635325518036205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxiKpQVY2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RXY_JEPwlxA/s72-c/needles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6869139886752843639</id><published>2009-07-02T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:29:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new pet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxgUkWqGFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JSM64npAdoo/s1600-h/ac01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxgUkWqGFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JSM64npAdoo/s320/ac01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353759963509037138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name:&lt;span id="n_name"&gt;Ceasar Titts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Species: Zombie or whatever you name it.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food:Hawaiian pizza&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: Watch tele.&lt;br /&gt;Age: Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Price: I know you won't believe this, but this cute thing is totally FREE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINXP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6869139886752843639?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6869139886752843639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6869139886752843639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6869139886752843639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6869139886752843639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-pet.html' title='My new pet.'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxgUkWqGFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JSM64npAdoo/s72-c/ac01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6508819068603790893</id><published>2009-07-02T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:02:58.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxbWPngiZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ytf4DmUtFbk/s1600-h/alfie70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxbWPngiZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ytf4DmUtFbk/s320/alfie70.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353754494744168850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I draw this, isn't it cute ?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe I know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna name him Bubbly, cos he looks like a bubble.&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/3902660950636881945-6508819068603790893?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6508819068603790893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6508819068603790893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6508819068603790893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6508819068603790893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-draw-this-isnt-it-cute-hehehe-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SkxbWPngiZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ytf4DmUtFbk/s72-c/alfie70.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-8049034042397776821</id><published>2009-07-01T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:33:34.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SksRQu75lMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sa3EIbL3420/s1600-h/victoria_frances_-huida-1.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/_8JdNybPSKgI/SksRQu75lMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sa3EIbL3420/s320/victoria_frances_-huida-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353391561234814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8049034042397776821?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8049034042397776821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=8049034042397776821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8049034042397776821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8049034042397776821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SksRQu75lMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Sa3EIbL3420/s72-c/victoria_frances_-huida-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-877325097430293940</id><published>2009-07-01T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:27:40.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannibalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is eating human flesh outlawed? Did anyone ever try? Does it taste bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-877325097430293940?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/877325097430293940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=877325097430293940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/877325097430293940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/877325097430293940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/cannibalism.html' title='Cannibalism'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-8856378692318405157</id><published>2009-07-01T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:26:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you never know whats coming for you child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;small&gt;if you're feeling drunk put your hands in the air, and if you're tryna fuck put your hands in the air, now say "i'm fucked up, i'm fucked up. i'm tryna fuck, i'm tryna fuck." shots, patron on the rocks and i'm ready for some shots. the women come around everytime i'm pouring shots. their panties hit the ground everytime i give em shots, so cups in the air, everybody lets take shots. i'm fucked upp.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8856378692318405157?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8856378692318405157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=8856378692318405157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8856378692318405157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8856378692318405157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-never-know-whats-coming-for-you.html' title='you never know whats coming for you child.'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-7840093066424703898</id><published>2009-07-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:18:14.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you realized ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, "you owe me" look what happens with a love like that, it lights up the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-7840093066424703898?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/7840093066424703898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=7840093066424703898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7840093066424703898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7840093066424703898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-realized.html' title='Have you realized ?'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2845751394647258901</id><published>2009-07-01T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:15:23.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Transformers was not bad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into robots,&lt;br /&gt;but it was ok. 7/10&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2845751394647258901?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2845751394647258901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2845751394647258901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2845751394647258901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2845751394647258901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-4246408576038455328</id><published>2009-06-30T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:00:07.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALERT HIGHSCHOOL MUSICAL FANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZ3OtptnXf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZ3OtptnXf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="150"&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/3902660950636881945-4246408576038455328?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/4246408576038455328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=4246408576038455328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4246408576038455328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4246408576038455328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/alert-highschool-musical-fans.html' title='ALERT HIGHSCHOOL MUSICAL FANS'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1161075616149559413</id><published>2009-06-30T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:45:12.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBnaZ6wN2-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBnaZ6wN2-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="150"&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/3902660950636881945-1161075616149559413?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1161075616149559413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1161075616149559413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1161075616149559413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1161075616149559413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love.html' title='I love'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6730126285028590910</id><published>2009-06-30T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:29:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you like the smell of the rain in the morning ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Perfection is merely a state of the mind. I hate the saying nobody is perfect because, its not true. You may not be perfect to everyone, but there is someone that you will enlighten and be perfection itself to them. Perfection should not be based on looks, it is really the enter most wonderful person behind the looks you see.&lt;br /&gt;and you're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6730126285028590910?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6730126285028590910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6730126285028590910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6730126285028590910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6730126285028590910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-like-smell-of-rain-in-morning.html' title='do you like the smell of the rain in the morning ?'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1960637176909444203</id><published>2009-06-30T04:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:22:44.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really kinda miss ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Skn1QVlPGvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lHzS6soqJ2E/s1600-h/darl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Skn1QVlPGvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lHzS6soqJ2E/s320/darl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353079293126580978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whose name is a total secret.&lt;br /&gt;You sux&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/3902660950636881945-1960637176909444203?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1960637176909444203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1960637176909444203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1960637176909444203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1960637176909444203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-kinda-miss-ya.html' title='I really kinda miss ya'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Skn1QVlPGvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lHzS6soqJ2E/s72-c/darl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6876249466685694759</id><published>2009-06-30T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:20:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Skn0-t0AY5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VRhWX-uW0AM/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Skn0-t0AY5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VRhWX-uW0AM/s320/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353078990393336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6876249466685694759?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6876249466685694759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6876249466685694759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6876249466685694759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6876249466685694759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Skn0-t0AY5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VRhWX-uW0AM/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3467496737432552095</id><published>2009-06-30T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:19:58.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Dear Appearance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking, about green hair, green skin. A new hulk look for a change ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love every single one of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear School, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate you with a passion. I cannot stand the bloody homework and pfff no freedom much. I feel like It's isnt worth it to waste like another who knows how many years on you. There's so much I would bitch about you, but I still need you for the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3467496737432552095?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3467496737432552095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3467496737432552095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3467496737432552095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3467496737432552095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-appearance-i-was-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-4437783336097866651</id><published>2009-06-30T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:09:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will remember you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4437783336097866651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/4437783336097866651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-remember-you.html' title='i will remember you'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-8173315606841325559</id><published>2009-06-29T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:37:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing special today.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Fred is homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;Like you diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-8173315606841325559?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/8173315606841325559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=8173315606841325559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8173315606841325559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/8173315606841325559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-special-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6518638795374492168</id><published>2009-06-29T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:36:07.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's not to much time in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Time's running,&lt;br /&gt;and I need your truth,&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;and this shall be the last time I'm shall say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6518638795374492168?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6518638795374492168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6518638795374492168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6518638795374492168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6518638795374492168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-not-to-much-time-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2964450601073394201</id><published>2009-06-27T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:57:13.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think Fred's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2964450601073394201?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2964450601073394201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2964450601073394201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2964450601073394201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2964450601073394201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes.html' title='sometimes,'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-886734426384376962</id><published>2009-06-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:28:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate is a four letter word, love is a four letter lie, or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; Love isn't like a penny on the street, you can't just see it one day and go "got it! I found love!" It's more of a process; someone grows on you and slowly but surely you slip into that feeling of needing that significant other, wanting to be with them, and so on. Some people don't feel that way. For instance, me. Maybe some people just aren't on this earth to love, while some are here only to love. Of course, love comes in many forms. Parents, siblings, friends, and even pets all give you love somehow, someway. It's just that, love takes work, and some people don't realize it and they take it for granted. Besides, what is love, really? Everyone has their own view on it. More family-based people see it as a "love your family" thing. Romatics see it more as "finding a significant other" thing. And friendly people are the people who just think "love everyone, and be loved." I agree, I think there's one in this world for everyone and we should definitly try to find that person that makes us happy and is our "other half." But it has to be under the right circumstances, you know? Not "looking for a good time" or "testing the waters." There's a difference between dating and love, and that difference is big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-886734426384376962?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/886734426384376962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=886734426384376962' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/886734426384376962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/886734426384376962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/hate-is-four-letter-word-love-is-four.html' title='Hate is a four letter word, love is a four letter lie, or is it?'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-2253571034219548288</id><published>2009-06-21T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:39:23.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those words torn my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got so sad and SOO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;All I know that is that I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;And those things you said to him,&lt;br /&gt;scratched my heart and I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;(I am really sad this time)&lt;br /&gt;(Really I am)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover,&lt;br /&gt;I love you just now.&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm gonna hate you Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i feel better,&lt;br /&gt;doesnt the above seems a lil bit cheesy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-2253571034219548288?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/2253571034219548288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=2253571034219548288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2253571034219548288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/2253571034219548288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-words-torn-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-5927423424881555987</id><published>2009-06-18T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:09:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to anonymous: i've finally given up on us and decided maybe we weren't meant to be. yeah its corny and all that but the words make perfect sense. you see, everytime i've tried to tell you i love you, and which i have, very often, something stops me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-5927423424881555987?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/5927423424881555987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=5927423424881555987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5927423424881555987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/5927423424881555987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/bombing-for-peace-is-like-fucking-for.html' title='Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3511028447803500654</id><published>2009-06-18T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:09:02.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something smells funny in my house. like a mix between curry and poo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3511028447803500654?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3511028447803500654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3511028447803500654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3511028447803500654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3511028447803500654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-smells-funny-in-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1182801214129338157</id><published>2009-06-18T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:53:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then the fork run away with the spoon.</title><content type='html'>Prince Charming belongs to Cinderella&lt;p&gt;Romeo belongs to Juliet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward belongs to Bella&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why would I want someone elses story, when I can have my own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-1182801214129338157?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1182801214129338157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1182801214129338157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1182801214129338157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1182801214129338157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-then-fork-run-away-with-spoon.html' title='and then the fork run away with the spoon.'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-9124041023925085581</id><published>2009-06-17T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:28:04.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK SEJARAH FOLIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; fuck sejarah folio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sji2bEwSV1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tq6cH5_MzVw/s1600-h/Picture+147.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/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sji2bEwSV1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tq6cH5_MzVw/s320/Picture+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348225133751457618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sji22zc7m3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7q5NJopIZGk/s1600-h/Picture+150.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/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sji22zc7m3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7q5NJopIZGk/s320/Picture+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348225610143210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-9124041023925085581?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/9124041023925085581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=9124041023925085581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/9124041023925085581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/9124041023925085581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-sejarah-folio.html' title='FUCK SEJARAH FOLIO'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sji2bEwSV1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tq6cH5_MzVw/s72-c/Picture+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1971466636587384574</id><published>2009-06-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:39:39.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I RRRR captain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZOUzXbTDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NN0cY2bYW4I/s1600-h/pirates.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZOUzXbTDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NN0cY2bYW4I/s320/pirates.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347547726841859122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZOu42lAFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W5eLF2EJ5mY/s1600-h/pirate+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZOu42lAFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W5eLF2EJ5mY/s320/pirate+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347548174991294546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-1971466636587384574?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1971466636587384574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1971466636587384574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1971466636587384574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1971466636587384574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-rrrr-captain.html' title='I RRRR captain'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZOUzXbTDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NN0cY2bYW4I/s72-c/pirates.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-7698443264919284810</id><published>2009-06-15T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:33:32.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I will be happier than a bird with a french fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZNpgeWB2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/JdHcGiNvFVY/s1600-h/bloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 40px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZNpgeWB2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/JdHcGiNvFVY/s320/bloo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347546983036225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not your gauges, it's your heart. your heart smells like death and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, What movie's new ?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't really have that too much time on life.&lt;br /&gt;At moment time.&lt;br /&gt;I am worried. Why ? Because it's been a year since I've been single, well (officially)&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I don't know how to love anymore but it's okay. Right. I think.&lt;br /&gt;It should be.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, well here's the thing, there's this guy name Anthony and I really kinda have a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;He's got the hair. Only. And that's the only thing he needs to melt my hair.&lt;br /&gt;So, One Anthony and one coke please ay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking bout my future, and I am going to keep it constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentleman, sit back and relax cause you're about to witness me writing my future down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When I grow up...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I won't get married. It's not because guys are crap. Relationship craps.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will adopt a daughter at an orphanage.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will work as a scientist. (This isn't constant)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But I want to be a successful person, get rich, and then i'll be insane.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I won't go to parties when I grow older.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I go to parties now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I would want to be a more passionate person when I grow up.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I would  like to live in Greek, later on.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and bring my parents along.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and my adopted daughter.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wanna be like those old mad psychotic people who starred in Mamma Mia when I am crappy old and ugly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No matter what, I shall be seeing Ryan Cabrera live, or I won't die in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, my future's written and that wasn't so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-7698443264919284810?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/7698443264919284810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=7698443264919284810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7698443264919284810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/7698443264919284810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-will-be-happier-than-bird-with.html' title='Today I will be happier than a bird with a french fry'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SjZNpgeWB2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/JdHcGiNvFVY/s72-c/bloo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3648487309575745310</id><published>2009-06-15T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:46:38.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are total turndowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am bored. I am so bored. Look at me ! I'm boring !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woo Hoo ! Wow. It's so boring being boring !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fred, I mean Jared says when you think you're boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch movies with talking cats in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who agrees with him, hand's up !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;oohh&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;laalaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like nobody agrees to Fred, I meant Jared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tough luck babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know how it feels like when nobody agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I think I know how it feels like.&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3648487309575745310?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3648487309575745310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3648487309575745310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3648487309575745310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3648487309575745310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-are-total-turndowns.html' title='Dreams are total turndowns'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-108330449958639770</id><published>2009-06-11T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:26:46.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been watching "The Craft" and I kinda wanna be a witch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But ah fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-108330449958639770?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/108330449958639770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=108330449958639770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/108330449958639770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/108330449958639770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/darn-myself.html' title='Darn myself'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-6018702861029930061</id><published>2009-06-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:59:17.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we go to make our dreams come true ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I have dreams, big ones.&lt;br /&gt;Like me having the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ability to fly&lt;/span&gt; like Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;and oh oh, going to Neverland and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never grow old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Pirates and mermaids and oh yeah the red indians :)&lt;br /&gt;Man, talking bout it makes me feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;then, how does it feels like to be happy forever ?&lt;br /&gt;I meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish to feel happy forever&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I hate being all sad and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am in this situation right now. That is the answer to your question.&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I not loving anybody ?" It's true, i am feeling empty. Romance is dead. Love is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I have erased all those lame data away from me.&lt;br /&gt;and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts. It always does. It never was a happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've been number one in life.&lt;br /&gt;Well number one among my siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;Pfft lame.&lt;br /&gt;I meant i wanna be number one in everything.&lt;br /&gt;Like Nigel, KND kids next door.&lt;br /&gt;I would also like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my creations to come to life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have many creations that you dont know about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mrs Psycho, dont you know that ?&lt;br /&gt;I have a creation name Susan.&lt;br /&gt;She's a perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;I would also sometimes like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live in a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Candy land sounds fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;Greek. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna get married in Greek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful city, country whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I also wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't get married&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fareez's dick broke tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-6018702861029930061?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/6018702861029930061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=6018702861029930061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6018702861029930061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/6018702861029930061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-do-we-go-to-make-our-dreams-come.html' title='Where do we go to make our dreams come true ?'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3789316536422642581</id><published>2009-06-02T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:19:28.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiVQR8AWy7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/K0qY6FzoS0M/s1600-h/mafuyuchibi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiVQR8AWy7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/K0qY6FzoS0M/s320/mafuyuchibi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342764802040581042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mafuyu Hinasaki &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING.&lt;br /&gt;I get scolded a lot today, I've been leaving de books alone and pfft mum's mad babeh.&lt;br /&gt;I got attached with the PS2 controller and I wont leave it alone. No no.&lt;br /&gt;I bought three new games.  Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Frame, silent hills, and Forbidden Siren 2.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am in loveeeee with Mafuyu Hinasaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong I am not a manga freak like Porc Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3789316536422642581?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3789316536422642581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3789316536422642581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3789316536422642581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3789316536422642581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do.'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiVQR8AWy7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/K0qY6FzoS0M/s72-c/mafuyuchibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-3847894877493454212</id><published>2009-06-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:58:16.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAM LAMBERT &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiVL-yqu1II/AAAAAAAAAG0/L25CmOznAbw/s1600-h/ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiVL-yqu1II/AAAAAAAAAG0/L25CmOznAbw/s320/ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342760075069936770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINXP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-3847894877493454212?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/3847894877493454212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=3847894877493454212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3847894877493454212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/3847894877493454212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-lambert-3.html' title='ADAM LAMBERT &lt;3'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiVL-yqu1II/AAAAAAAAAG0/L25CmOznAbw/s72-c/ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3902660950636881945.post-1499844031102691344</id><published>2009-05-28T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:15:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola soy de Farah !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sh6ZHCJkWUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oNF7kNEOvMU/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sh6ZHCJkWUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oNF7kNEOvMU/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340874554223122754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A picture doesn't tell much. That isn't me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT'S MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, Hola I am Farah and I am fifteen. I am born on the 17th day in the month of April. I won't blab about anymore personal details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love to DANCE&lt;/span&gt;. It's my fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;I dance everyday. Every night. Well almost, and I still can't get it right. Not a fast learner and i dance like a mad drunk chicken. But it's okay. I love dancing and I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dance how the fuck I want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am in love with Anna Pavlova, Mikhail Baryshnikov, Martha Graham, Fred Astaire, Gregory Hines, John Travolta, and Patrick Swayze haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiJQcwYm8iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ethkBORF4fk/s1600-h/famous_dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiJQcwYm8iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ethkBORF4fk/s320/famous_dancers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341920562969506338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna Pav&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lova&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I whore you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love to hang out with my friends&lt;/span&gt;. Jared, Adam Ilham, My Porcelain Dolls, Najmi, Edzrie, Syazwan, Kid and etc. Especially Jared. He had my back all this while. He's like my boyfriend, but we're not. I love him a little bit more than I love any of my friends. We fight everyday and he's a loser. A LOSER. He often gives up and always let me win. AND HE SUCKS FOR THAT. Jared is a fun guy. He'll assured me he's gonna be my future husband. AS IF. It's lame when he ain't around. As for my Porcelain Dolls, Nur Shazreen, she's my tits, without her, life ain't good. Without her life's peaceful, and that fucks all the way. Sharifah Nadiatul Nur, she's my fucking vagina. Holla baby, i go on adventures with her sometimes, she fucks me a lot and i dont like it even a tiny bit. Maisha Ashikin, she's my butt. She's so cacat like Taik Goreng and i love her. and Siti Maryam, she's my big boom boom hole. Eventhough we're apart, we're gonna stay friends forever. Bestfriends, i mean sisters. FOREVER. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiJW57Uza2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cPZT2ZeT6w8/s1600-h/l_5e2aa7a9e40f406fb79fcad9b4b5205e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/SiJW57Uza2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cPZT2ZeT6w8/s320/l_5e2aa7a9e40f406fb79fcad9b4b5205e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341927661192309602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BITCHES YOU DONT WANNA MESS WITH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3902660950636881945-1499844031102691344?l=redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/feeds/1499844031102691344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3902660950636881945&amp;postID=1499844031102691344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1499844031102691344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3902660950636881945/posts/default/1499844031102691344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redtheanacreontic.blogspot.com/2009/05/hola-soy-de-farah_28.html' title='Hola soy de Farah !'/><author><name>PorcelainRed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562301848500180371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/ScPMQjpo4uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZuaNpXqjjj4/S220/P1010260.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JdNybPSKgI/Sh6ZHCJkWUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oNF7kNEOvMU/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
