<?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-9764675</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:37.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monomaniak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110828463550934181</id><published>2005-02-13T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:50:35.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fate has something against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i swore off blogging yesterday. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say fate has something against me, as well as an evil irony in her humour, cos it could only be a female who would be behind all this scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, when i said that i'd never go for chinese guys, i had the as of yet biggest crush- on a chinese guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i said i would never participate in contests cos they were pointless, this medal came in the mail- a Shankar's something something from India. my teacher from a school i spent just one year in submitted my essay and i didn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first thought that Harry Potter was hardly something to flip over, the fandom just had to come and seduce me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of other little things too. and NOW. i saw two teachers from RGS, in the same morning, in the same place. you've watched Mean Girls, so you know and agree that seeing teachers out of school is like seeing a dog walk on his hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first at Banquet when i was walking out with my siblings and generally making a lot of noise and looking absurd in my long, long religious school uniform which is chocolate in colour and HUGE- its a sunday morning, im entitled to insanity- i glanced to the side and saw this lady looking at me oddly. then i did a double take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA. the dance teacher, ms amy, with her beautiful kids. what? they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled, ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and that was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos when we were driving out i was looking outthe window when i was like omgwtf is that JOESPH TOH?? why do i always see that &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god he didnt hear me but he did see me pointing my finger at him with my mouth wide open and me laughing like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy [yes. his sexuality is STILL in question.] he was with was staring at me like i was insane, which, i guess, i looked. but mr toh waved at me an seemed mildly amused, with that smile. HAHAHA. forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.i think im all laughed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. keanu reeves is TEH SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; more so than draco, hands down. gods.and you must watch constantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110828463550934181?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110828463550934181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110828463550934181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110828463550934181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110828463550934181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/fate-has-something-against-me.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110811506953118001</id><published>2005-02-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T01:44:29.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP//</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE JUST COME TO INFORM ALL YOU PLEBEY LOYAL READERS THAT ALL MY BLOGS HAVE BEEN SHUT DOWN LIKE WHOA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO DO NOT BOTHER VISITING NO MORE. I PLAN TO START UP A WEBBIE FOR MY WORTHLESS WRITINGS BUT WHEN THAT DAY COMES AND NOT SOON EITHER I SHALL PUBLICIZE IT PLEBELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU WANT TO KNOW &lt;em&gt;WHY, &lt;/em&gt;IT IS BECAUSE I CARE NOT TO HAVE MY FEELINGS PUBLISHED ALL OVER CYBERSPACE LIKE A PHOTO OF KEANU REEVES' UNDERGARMENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;although that wasnt a very bad mental image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU MAY GO NOW. LEAVE COMMENTS BEMOANING MY LEAVE IF YOU WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110811506953118001?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110811506953118001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110811506953118001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110811506953118001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110811506953118001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/shut-up.html' title='SHUT UP//'/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110781811993353291</id><published>2005-02-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T15:15:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRAIGHTJACKET.</title><content type='html'>hello, now is this blog layout screwded or whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULD IT BE BECAUSE I AM A quiz whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also! it is the morning of chinese new year and i am typing in what i have decided is the mother of all straightjackets. why do they call them straightjackets? maybe in olden days they considered homo-and-bisexuals crazy and so they decided to put a straightjacket on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and harrypotterfanfiction.com &lt;em&gt;rejected &lt;/em&gt;my draco/harry story. gaah. fine i shall censor it heavily and THEN post a slightly uncut version on fanfiction.net 'cos it does not review submissions like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and syimah that greenday song in your blog is positively edible. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110781811993353291?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110781811993353291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110781811993353291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110781811993353291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110781811993353291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/straightjacket.html' title='STRAIGHTJACKET.'/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110778072511840497</id><published>2005-02-07T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T04:52:13.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Luna Lovegood&lt;/b&gt;. You're an extreme introvert and because of this, are also a deep thinker. You ponder things others would never dream of pondering and stand with your beliefs without backing down. You find it more valuable to daydream than to socialize, because there's so much more going on in your head than others'. Most people don't understand it, but you seem to prefer it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Luna Lovegood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'88'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'88'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Lord Voldemort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'84'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;84%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'81'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Oliver Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'81'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'78'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;78%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Neville Longbottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'59'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;59%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Percy Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'56'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Bellatrix Lestrange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'53'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Remus Lupin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'41'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;41%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'38'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Harry Potter Character Combatibility Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110778072511840497?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110603842480417286</id><published>2005-01-18T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:23:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this blog is scrambling for a post for some reason or another. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate skooolll dammit. i can't talk to anyone and am forced to write snarky comments on the teachers in this pad. no not that, &lt;em&gt;god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyway that pad is getting interesting so maybe that's not a bad thing. oh and alfred hitchcock's last name has a very sexual connotation. you didn't hear it from me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am in great trouble but i know by cutting off like this will drive some readers crazy so i will not elaborate. beg and maybe i'll tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;did i mention lately that i have no &lt;em&gt;idea &lt;/em&gt;what algorithms and partial fractions are. much less the other mathematical jargon that my teacher attempts to stuff into my chocolate-saturated brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but on a lighter note, hey! i got nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to join the film cluster for RS and propose a short film called &lt;em&gt;cat got your tongue: a monolouge of white lies and such. &lt;/em&gt;starring my sortof cat birdbrain. i shall stick her in between the bars of my gate, where she had gotten stuck in before while attempting to get into my house. also i shall tape her fishing a la tom felton. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;expect, of course, in my glass pond, her Personal Sushi Bowl. i pasted a sign saying that while my parents debated whether to indeedd make it like that and poison the water and fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and plot bunny love (!) a dramione fic called &lt;em&gt;the spilling of the blood. &lt;/em&gt;in which hermione granger combines magic and chemistry in a brilliant concotion as it is hardly possible for any less to be expected of her, and find that muggle blood has dormant magical genes that are extremely potent if activated. draco offers to join her in her quest for great grades in final year thesisdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and other reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but ! no time. bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yes, and i think that snapping neoprints with horny guys wrapped around you wearing see through clothing when your mother thinks you wear tudung is vheap behaviour, despite your being highly photogenic. did you even understand that last sentence? no? okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why am i so anti social? anyone would think i hated social studies. but really. remember when i took over a year to warm up to syimah and co? even &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;i barely talked to the rest of 208'04. maybe that's why most of you are bemused at my blog entries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the song i pasted her is TEH SQUEE. realleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Joydrop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things I would do&lt;br /&gt;Those not so blessed would be crying out murder&lt;br /&gt;And I'd just laugh and get away with it too&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;If I was beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I would never be at fault&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk in the rain between the rain drops&lt;br /&gt;Bringing traffic to a halt&lt;br /&gt;But that would never be&lt;br /&gt;That will never, never be&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful like me, I'm beautiful like me&lt;br /&gt;If I was beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'd be quick to assume&lt;br /&gt;They'd do anything to please me, why not&lt;br /&gt;I see their reaction when you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;But that would never be&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never be&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful like me, beautiful like me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful like me&lt;br /&gt;Like me, Like me...&lt;br /&gt;If I was beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'd have so many friends&lt;br /&gt;All fighting for my time to be next in line&lt;br /&gt;So if I hurt one, I wouldn't have to make amends&lt;br /&gt;But that would never be&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never be&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not beautful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not beautiful like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm Beautiful like me, beautiful like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful like me, I'm beautiful like me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;aHA. -&lt;em&gt;smells dramione/slash songficness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i seriously need a better hobby. parasiting on authors' really is no way to spend a life. aside from the fact that it's what i do obsessively.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and i so love my file. everybody does too. not that i hadn't anticipated that, but it's flattering. feel free to fawn more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;but this taufik love is getting a bit much. i see taufik everywhere. EVERYWHERE. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it really any wonder why i don't buy his cd, what with all this overexposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110603842480417286?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110603842480417286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110603842480417286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110603842480417286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110603842480417286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title='HELLO.'/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110496674201816069</id><published>2005-01-05T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:12:22.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>class of my own.</title><content type='html'>is it not stupid to cry simply because you think you're heavy &lt;em&gt;and that isn't even &lt;strong&gt;true &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and becuase you think you're oh-so-lonely and pitiable and that no one &lt;em&gt;likes &lt;/em&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no one &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;if you keep that melancholy up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it's obvious that it's difficult to befriend people if you insist on creating a new image for yourself. even then, the thing that makes everything worse is that you aspire to be a &lt;em&gt;bimbo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, alrightt. i resolved not to bitch but it's hard. i &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;getting more organized, however, suck on &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;rofl, i also managed to watch &lt;em&gt;Alfie &lt;/em&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a new year, and i dont like my class, and you all know that i especially don't like a particular one in it. change is good, i guess. but that doesn't make me feel any better when i'm dead bored in a lesson and there's nobody to talk to and exchange the odd sarcasm with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been guilty of being a snob again, as i was surprised at how my cousin, hafiz, was able to blog, and at his perceptiveness. very &lt;em&gt;bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;em&gt;yes. &lt;/em&gt;house practice yesterday was a &lt;em&gt;blast. &lt;/em&gt;although not much work was done, which probably is the reason as to why i had fun. they stationed us all around the school, i was partnered with syimah by choice of course. we were crapping and slacking and calling qahhar for nearly 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasyimah said qahhar's ringtone is a meow. maybe he already answered it cos when i called him later just to bug him he meowed again. &lt;em&gt;meow. meow. meow? &lt;/em&gt;and yes there was an obvious question mark at the end so i had to put down in case i strted laughing. even then the taxi driver probably thought me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned lately that my history teacher mr ganesh is inpossibly lame? well, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110466031078204718</id><published>2005-01-02T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:10:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp a day late, i guess, but hey, s'not like anyone cares that im backdating this entry a day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mainly copying this from &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;one of&lt;/i&gt; my many notebooks, as i have a fetish for notebooks so i ramdomly scribble away in the one nearest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp i usually do most writing at night, given the choice, as i'm in a half dreamlike state so my ideas come from my subconscious at times, which is of course the best way to write as you literally dream up your best ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp and of course, when i'm half-asleep im not hampered by feelings like embarassment when writing down personal thoughts. the fog in my brain effectively blocks out those feelings. so it allows me to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp in that journal entry i was writing down a conversation between 2005 and me. odd. embarrassing. so that is why i m editing out nearly the entire entry except for the resolutions. if you want to see the book itself [which is unlikely but you can try your luck] &lt;i&gt;ask&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp i don't like resolutions and planning and everything becayse i don't like the idea of my thoughts being given and shared around, i want to know that at least something, one part of me, is private and individual and i don't &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt; if it's bad for me as long as it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; only mine. and i want to stay this age because it's the best age to be, i'm always trying to race against time so that what work i produce, i want to try to give my best so that people look and gasp and say "she's just &lt;i&gt;fourteen&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp because when i'm older and give this kind of work then people will come to expect it of me, of everyone, and it's not special and rare anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp and sometimes the idea of life frustrates me as i can me scared to dream and indulge in what i want, because the possibility that it will never come true and will just tantalize me forever just- &lt;i&gt;revulses&lt;/i&gt; me. and my mother still asks why i don't take part in contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp but besides being selfish, i'm a tactless person and a risk taker so i shall care not about what i might feel and just dream big and try to lighten to odds.&lt;br /&gt;on to the 2005 resolutions then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="300" align="center" color="white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the year 2005 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;Fail all of my classes. &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: red" href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp no ! wrong ! forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp 1]&lt;/b&gt; b in the top 5 in my class, &lt;i&gt;consistently&lt;/i&gt;, for english and history.&lt;i&gt;normally i would put literature as well. i can't imagine an entire year without that subject. the only one where i could quite literally sleep throughout an entire class and still manage As.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 2]&lt;/b&gt; be punctual in the handing in of &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; work on time. at the most i shall hand in only one article of work late a fortnight.&lt;i&gt;people who know me are allowed to indulge in a smile and a "yeah riiight.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp 3]&lt;/b&gt; lose at least 5kg. for the whole year. figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 4]&lt;/b&gt; start a novel. &lt;b&gt;start.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;in the sense that start drafting out plotlines/bunnies, characters and then some.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp 5]&lt;/b&gt; use the computer only 1½ hours a &lt;b&gt;day&lt;/b&gt;. including the time at the beginning of a school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 6]&lt;/b&gt; GET ORGANIZED. this hereby includes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp a) filing weekly.      &lt;br /&gt;   &amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp b) drawing up a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp      c) packing my bag &lt;i&gt;beforehand&lt;/i&gt;, preferably the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp       d) erm, taking notes in class. good notes. notes that i can actually understand. notes not annotated with grotesque stick figures of the teacher, &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; of other inane doodles or self-monolouges.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp  e) whatever it takes to get organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 7]&lt;/b&gt; stop angsting and try to do some &lt;i&gt;productive&lt;/i&gt; contemplation instead, which is pretty much impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp 8] &lt;/b&gt;get better at malay. i suck at malay. my standard is like, primary 1. i haven't touched a malay book or newspaper voluntarily since like, primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 9]&lt;/b&gt; stop using the word &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; out of context. it's, like, so &lt;i&gt;bimbo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp 10]&lt;/b&gt; stop using phone's internet capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 11]&lt;/b&gt; limit time spent indulging in obsessions to max. half an hour. daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp 12]&lt;/b&gt; start making better and more achievable resolutions. and actually achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp -is all. alrightys, this'll go in my memories section and at the end of this year i shall look through and strike out those i've actually done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp that'll not be very many then.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp and i want to study overseas when i'm of a university-going age. i will not stay in singapore my entire life, as that will be called a wasted life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;amp;nbsp and i &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110466031078204718?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110466031078204718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110466031078204718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110466031078204718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110466031078204718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/2005/01/nbsp-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110451684727378174</id><published>2004-12-31T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:14:07.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2004, you shall be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best year of my life has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most &lt;em&gt;eventful &lt;/em&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110451684727378174?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9764675.post-110415487577891001</id><published>2004-12-27T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T05:45:48.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>release your inner fangirl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="DM" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SiNY16/1101264469_icturesHP4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DRACO MALFOY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HA. HA. like i didn't already know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh yes, and why must emma watson be so incredibly pretty? they're right when they say she's a classic beauty. she is. but when i watched the behind-the-scenes interviews and such she came off as the epitome of bimboticity. gahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is it very bad to be addicted? if there are any anti-HP fans out there, don't answer this. just understand that i didn't want to be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what my parents don't understand about harry potter is that there's just so much more to it than they think. to tell the truth i believe that it was one of the many things this december holidays which actually change me, and oh yes, tons of cheesy angst and self-speculation ahead, don't read if you don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no-one else here then? good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the damn harry potter is a vortex and jk rowling is indeed a witch, and i seriously doubt that dan radcliffe, rupert grint and emma watson really realize how brilliant the world they're in actually is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and did i mention that my parents are going to totally &lt;em&gt;flip &lt;/em&gt;if they &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;go through my pictures? they can use the owners' administrator account and all that jazz, and they'll find the ohsofine men of harry potter and more, namely;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;tom felton. obviously. did i even need to mention that? as if i haven't already a billion and one times? -&lt;em&gt;is hysterical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;dan radcliffe. just because he's beautiful. and i have a &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;for ocular aesthetic pleasures. read that sentence as u wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) &lt;/strong&gt;jason isaacs. luciuslove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) &lt;/strong&gt;alan rickman. snape!hotness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; jeremy sumpter. flying around in leaves and nothing else is just so squee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) &lt;/strong&gt;jude law. beacuse that man is a walking greek god, and &lt;em&gt;Alfie &lt;/em&gt;is NC-16, so i'm getting my fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) &lt;/strong&gt;ewan mcgregor. ehrmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am not yet done but my darling mother is, once again, pulling the puppet strings. oh well, i've got inspiration for fanfiction, so i shall use some mental images i burnt into my brain for substitute to real, droolable pix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;life must be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and did i mention the bizarre thing that happened last wednesday? i lied to my mother [that is wrong, don't keep on &lt;em&gt;reminding &lt;/em&gt;me] that i had tribune. then i went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;national treasure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[is very good, much like da vinci code.] with melzz and syimah, had to sms my mother constantly throughout the movie, then rushed off to buy shirt for melzz's dad and drinks at seveneleven, then to kinokuniya where my family was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then we ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and went to watch NT. again. because my parents were oblivious to the fact that i had just done so, and had an amazing time in the bargain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and im going again for an actual tribune outing tomorrow, and watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;convuluted. much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110415487577891001?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110415487577891001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110415487577891001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reason &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;i use it is for &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter. &lt;/strong&gt;i watched the special ed VCD last night, and i believe that i am seriously obsessed. this is bad. naturally. all i think about is harry potter, all my thoughts eventually wind up comparing something with an aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i expect that i'll grow out of it eventually, though the idea that a lot of people in it's fandom reach to the late-20s, married even, is not encouraging. hell, i may be stuck with HP till im thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110413458672101638?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110413458672101638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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enlightenment on the enigmanent liyana m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so i'm betting that i'll see  lot of disappointed faces in the audience in response to this entry then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i miss having  Blogger online journal, and i'm not completely sure what i'll use this for. probably for inane musings on specific subjects, rather than logs of my daily activities and such. consider this a forum of kinds. and don't be insulted by anything here, i'm just having a bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a minibio to the right, along with links to a more comprehensive autobiography. at least, i plan to get one up as &lt;em&gt;soon &lt;/em&gt;as i finish this entry, and the odds of me actually getting down to write about myself are... 50-50. start hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, go enjoy yourself ogling at draco malfoy while i sift through my bookmarked pages choosing those i want to link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9764675-110389575462011315?l=chroniclevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/feeds/110389575462011315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9764675&amp;postID=110389575462011315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110389575462011315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9764675/posts/default/110389575462011315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclevil.blogspot.com/2004/12/right.html' title='right.'/><author><name>enigmanent</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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