<?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-5602726125000565918</id><updated>2012-01-03T21:03:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystalicious-Definition</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes I think that I'm Lucky
and other times I Don't.
well, Sometimes I think I'm hateful,
and other times I think I'm Endearing.
well, sometimes I just don't Know me At All,
even though I'd Like to think I was A Bit Of A Know-It-All.
sometimes I just can't work myself Out
even Though I'd Like To Know about me.
well,At least I Don't Have All The Power In The World So I Just Can't Fuck Everything Else Up.
Luckay You.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grace</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602726125000565918.post-10978357122097523</id><published>2009-12-29T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:32:56.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing-ness</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question, the most profound one, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;starts with a WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that will always be a question unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I spitting out bullshit stuff all over the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I guess I'm just pretty bored over the holidays, although I'm so NOT complaining about holidays, Lord oh God,I was just stating the boredness as just me being oh-so-boring and NOT because holidays are too long. In fact, make it all year! I-or I'm sure-we, will be all fine and lovely.ha ha.ha hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the sadistic "ha ha" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bored, empty, and I dun wanna go back to sch. *"Back To School" campaign, freak off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like going back to school.Even If its just one more year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, ONE MORE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whish means SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I wanna repeat it again the fourth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm constantly depressed, easily saddened, agitated always by the smallest things, whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the matter with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;Here's the confession:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, I'm always going to be on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is, phhffff, stupid, cause Helllooo..? You've got family darhhling.You've got a bunch of friends. You've got SOME opportunity. You're not hated...too much and you're not infamous...too much. Which is a GOOD thing considering how small and discreet this town is and could be respectively. So, &lt;em&gt;whats wrong&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;whats up,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wazzup yo mama kiddo yo SUCK-KA?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And why is that...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just it. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is coming to me. Nothing interestingly good is happening to me. The nothingness is eating me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling,It's a good thing that nothing came. I mean, It could be a BAD thing, which is not a good thing, which is worse than nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're kinda right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course I'm right, Crystal. I'm ALWAYS right. I'm like, your Law and Order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, of course, you're not the only one who's my Law and Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now what do you mean by that now, huh&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-h nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should quit complaining about the fact that I'll always be easily forgotten and taped as "Miss Nicey-Pancey-didshejustsaidfuckquestionmarkexclamationmarkkk" all the way. Which is good. I meant the latter part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be remembered for the better things you did, well, thats just sad. Its like making a nice apple crumble pie with cinnamon sprinkles and fluffy cream on top, only to be ferociously eaten in one huge gulp. *gone like the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just as sad as THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the looks, the figure, the right attitude. I'm just plain-ol Crystal, with the drama flair and oh-so blah clothes, the chinese-y hair , the ability to make people not understand my language and the low-so-low-wait-isthereeverevenone self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you're too modest darhhling&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up will ya, Law and Order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I guess I do have some nice things about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, erm...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the two pairs of earrings that Id just bought: A pizza-shaped one and a choc. cake-shaped one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint that just cu-ute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the existences of eggs,lovely, brilliant eggs. Boiled, scrambled, fried, Japanese-styled, sunny-side up...Oh, the possibilities are ENDLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the production of Phineas and Ferb? I heart you guys&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chocolate? Chocolates! CHOCOLATES!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Golf? oh wait, my love aint that consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my drama-ness? Oh wait, not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout almond tea? Cinnamon tea? Green tea? ahh, now thats blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BOOKS!All the nice reading and sitting and breathing at intervals. Its brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the nice people in my life. Some included Renee, my long-distant relationship girlfriend(haha), Hilary, my dear sister slash friend slash golfing buddy, Mrs Teo, Add Maths teacher slash friend slash mentor, Mrs Hong, Piano teacher slash mentor slash friend ,Jon, friend slash friend slash friend.Yee, my friend slash Brain twin slash twin and Limin, my friend slash classmate slash Miss Nicey, even *gulps, Paul, friend slash noob slash Wheenoob. I guess, when it broiled down to this, only a few person registered in your mind, your heart, your soul. I can only thought of these people. And frankly, I confess with a pang of guilt, I can only think of these people. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're back to the question, arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-10978357122097523?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/10978357122097523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=10978357122097523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/10978357122097523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/10978357122097523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-ness.html' title='Nothing-ness'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-31034327596521391</id><published>2009-12-28T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:51:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diets vs Crystal</title><content type='html'>Its the most-talked topic when it comes to diets and fitness. &lt;em&gt;How to establish a diet plan,10 days diet for the ultimate weight loss, Healthy low-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; diets&lt;/em&gt;,or better yet,&lt;em&gt;Start losing weight with NO requirement of exercise or diet in just 45 minutes a week!&lt;/em&gt; Oh blah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blih&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PHHHFFF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we-and when I mean we as in me and those who's like me- don't establish diet plans, celebrities do. Why? Because we don't have those oh-so-annoying paparazzi tailing us all the way to Mars, trying to capture some less-perfect-more-flabby bod due to Christmas Dinner( The turkey stuffed with potatoes and carrots and bread crumbs! ).And becoming anorexic-thin in just 10 days?! What a model's dream that is.  Healthy and LOW ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CARBS&lt;/span&gt;?  What, NO CHEESE(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fook&lt;/span&gt;), NO PASTA(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fooker&lt;/span&gt;), and-sweats-NO CHOCOLATES??!!!(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fookest&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Buum&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's never been a diet plan that had worked out for me. I'd just gone on putting those nuisance pounds(and even more!)back before you can say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jimminycrackers&lt;/span&gt;.I guess Crystal and Weight-loss Diets never should come together. They can't stand each other and even tho there's chemistry the relationship was destined to deteriorate and fade away like when rat meets cat.And as the holiday season come and go, dress sizes doubled up and self-esteem dropped down, I felt the NEED to just bad-mouth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; diet plans for a while before crawling back into their merciless realm of too-much sweating and lack-of-munching. So here's some loopholes that I'd found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MSN's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 ways to Cut 500 Calories a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (insert*evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Ways to Cut 500 Calories a Day&lt;br /&gt;Here's the simplest (no-diet!) way to slim down.  ( It's called diet at the beginning  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt;,babe)&lt;br /&gt;By Shaun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chavis&lt;/span&gt;, Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ate too many chocolate-covered cherries,(TOO MANY??!!NEVER!) or indulged in more eggnog that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shoud've&lt;/span&gt;(I haven't had eggnog), you're not alone(Duh?). If you fell off your diet wagon over the holidays(And over the years, mind you), don't panic.(Panic!At the Disco) Jump back on and get rolling again with these great ideas to recover from your indulgences. (I happen to LIKE my indulgences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most basic way to lose weight is to slash calories.( with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;spork&lt;/span&gt;?) That’s Diet 101. But how many do you really have to cut or burn to see results?(A lot) It’s simple: You can drop a pound a week by trimming 500 calories each day.(really?) (Calories burned are based on a 150-pound woman.)(I'm NOT 150-pound!)&lt;br /&gt;In fact, do a couple of swaps a day and you can drop 10 pounds in five weeks!(What a fine dream) So try these 50 easy tweaks—and get the slim body you want in no time.(Oh it involves time alright, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shake your groove thing. &lt;a href="http://www.health.com/health/gallery/0,,20306845_1,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dance&lt;/a&gt; for just two hours and torch 500 calories. (A little air guitar will burn a few extra calories, too.)( I agree on this one =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get enough sleep. A &lt;a href="http://living.health.com/2009/05/19/5-ways-fall-asleep-faster/" target="_blank"&gt;lack of shut-eye&lt;/a&gt; can make you snack, new research from the University of Chicago shows. People who got only 5 1/2 hours of sleep noshed more during the day. Snooze more and save about 1,087 calories.( I sleep when people wake up )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don’t eat in front of the TV. You’ll eat up to 288 calories more, according to research from the University of Massachusetts. Instead, eat at the table, and trade one hour of TV for a casual walk. Together, that’s 527 calories burned.(We have a TV installed in the dining room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get in tune with your tummy. Pay attention to how full you feel, and put down your fork when you’re satisfied. Listen to your body’s cues—instead of looking at whether the plate is clean—and save up to 500 calories a day.( And my tummy says: "Go for it!" all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Limit dinner guests. Eating with seven or more other guests can make you eat 96 percent more food, says Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wansink&lt;/span&gt;, Ph.D., author of Mindless Eating. That’s like doubling your dinner! Dine with fewer guests to save 500 or more calories.( No wonder Kate Moss is so thin, she being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sulkpuss&lt;/span&gt; and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Simple tricks to fill up (with less!). For breakfast, eat two boiled or poached eggs. (You’ll &lt;a href="http://eating.health.com/2009/01/05/fill-up-on-fiber/" target="_blank"&gt;feel fuller&lt;/a&gt; and eat about 416 fewer calories the rest of the day.) Before lunch and dinner, enjoy 1 cup low-cal soup. (You’ll eat about 134 calories less at each meal.) And save a total of 684 calories for the day.( I like eggs )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Limit salad toppings. A big salad might seem healthy, but all those goodies on top &lt;a href="http://eating.health.com/2008/04/23/is-your-salad-making-you-fat/" target="_blank"&gt;can make it more calorie-laden&lt;/a&gt; than lasagna or fettuccine Alfredo. Cheese crumbles, caramelized nuts, bacon, avocado, dried fruit, croutons and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vinaigrettes&lt;/span&gt; can add lots of calories. Save 500 or more calories by having just one topping, adding flavorful but lower-cal veggies (roasted bell peppers, grilled onions, or mushrooms) and using half the dressing.( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, salad )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don’t clean your plate. Leave 25 percent of your food on the plate at every meal, says weight-loss expert James O. Hill, Ph.D., author of The Step Diet. If you normally eat 2,000 calories or more each day, you’ll cut 500 calories.( And Elle will say I'm wasting food when African children are going hungry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Use smaller plates. &lt;a href="http://diet.health.com/2009/01/16/change-plates-lose-weight/" target="_blank"&gt;Swap your 12-inch plate&lt;/a&gt; for a 10-inch one. You’ll eat 20 to 25 percent less—and save up to 500 calories. You won’t feel any less full, either, researchers say.( I use smaller bowls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make mine a mini. Check out menus for small versions of great desserts, so you can dodge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;calo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;shy;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ries&lt;/span&gt; and end your meal on a sweet note. P.F. Chang’s Great Wall of Chocolate (designed for one diner!) is 1,440 calories. The Mini Great Wall? A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chocolatey&lt;/span&gt; yet svelte 150 calories. You’ll save 1,290-calories.( What?!! A mini Chang's Great Wall of Chocolate??!!-whatever that is-absolute to-be-unheard of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ditch that buttered movie popcorn. Yes, the large popcorn at the concession stand weighs in at a whopping 1,005 calories. Smuggle in your own (microwave-popped, 94 percent fat-free, of course) and save more than 700 calories.( Ditch??!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BUTTERD&lt;/span&gt; POPCORN?!Whats wrong with you people?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Count your chips (and crackers). No, you can’t &lt;a href="http://www.health.com/health/library/topic/0,,ud3722_ud3723,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;eat your snacks&lt;/a&gt; from a large bag or box because it’s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; too tempting to eat until the bag is empty. (Remember Oprah’s blue corn–tortilla chip confession?) A chip-bender to the bottom of a 9-ounce bag is 1,260 calories sans the dip. So stick to one serving, about 15 chips—that’s 140 calories—or pick up some 100-calorie snack packs and save 1,120 calories.(How can you count chips?!they should be endless !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Step away from the nuts, especially if they’re in a big bowl. The bigger the serving bowl, the more you’ll eat, Cornell University researchers say. Nuts have heart-healthy fats, but they’re also high in calories: One handful (about 1 ounce) of oil-roasted mixed nuts has 175 calories; three handfuls have 525. Cut out nuts altogether and save more than 500 calories. Can’t resist ’em? Eat pistachios: Two handfuls are just 159 calories, and the shelling will slow down your munching.(step away slowly from the nuts, people, they're not called Nuts for nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kick the soda habit. A 12-ounce soft drink has about 150 to 180 calories. If you down two or three a day, you’re getting lots of extra calories. Quench your thirst with water and save as many as 540 calories.( this is one sacred rule, My respect to you oh-Mighty one, *bows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eat less pasta.( NEVER!!!!!) One cup of pasta is just 220 calories. But typical dinner portions at restaurants can be as much as 480 percent larger than that 1 cup, according to New York University research. That’s 1,056 calories. Even if you eat 2 whole cups of noodles, you’ll still save 616 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clean house. Tidy up for 2 1/2 hours and burn 510 calories.( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, for a second there I thought you're serious. No wait, you're serious??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Check the number of servings in a dish. The calorie count on the menu for shrimp fried rice may say 350 calories per serving, but what’s set in front of you may actually contain four servings. Split it with three friends, and save 1,050 calories.( IF there's plenty of time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Beware the healthy-food trap. People let their guard down when the menu is full of healthy fare, underestimating calories by as much as 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;perecnt&lt;/span&gt;, research by the Cornell University Food and Brand Lab shows. You’re also more likely to order drinks, sides and desserts with up to 131 percent more calories when you have a healthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;entrée&lt;/span&gt;. Skip caloric sides—a cookie, chips—to save 500-plus calories.( Been there, done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Build a lean burrito—and you’ll save 630 calories. Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a flour tortilla, order lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of cheese, order guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of ground beef, shredded pork.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of black beans, order pinto beans.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of rice, order corn salsa&lt;br /&gt;Instead of salsa, order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;pico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;gallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reduced calorie options add up to 490 calories—down from 1,120.&lt;br /&gt;(Then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;burito&lt;/span&gt; anymore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Think small at the ice cream shop. Even if you indulge in your favorite full-fat flavor, you’ll save as many as 550 calories with a 5-ounce size instead of a 12-ounce.(small?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; diabolical!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Think thin when it comes to pizza. Eat two slices of a medium thin-crust veggie pizza (360 calories) instead of two slices of a large, meaty deep-dish pizza (940 calories) and save 580 calories.( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, if all of us can do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Beware hidden oils. Ask to have your food cooked with a little stock instead of oil, or order steamed or poached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;entrées&lt;/span&gt;: you’ll save 124 calories per tablespoon of oil. Also, have the kitchen skip oils added at the last minute like basil oil or chive oil, and save another 40 calories per teaspoon.( IF we're more observant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Order spaghetti with meat sauce instead of spaghetti with Italian sausage and save 560 calories. Even better: Order mushroom ravioli (670 calories) or pasta marinara (430 calories).( What?! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;sausage&lt;/span&gt; is what makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; worth the wait!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Help a friend move. You’ll burn more than 600 calories in one hour of carrying boxes and furniture up and down the stairs.( Yeah right, you had me going on for a minute now.*laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Shovel snow. Clearing the driveway and sidewalks for one hour and 15 minutes will torch 510 calories.( Malaysia is not blessed with tiny,white sprinkles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Tap your foot. Your skinnier friends are probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;fidgeters&lt;/span&gt;, who burn up to 350 calories a day just by tapping their feet or being restless. Try it for a few days. Walk around while you’re on the phone, or tap out a tune with your hands or feet (in the privacy of your own office, of course).( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Fidgeters&lt;/span&gt; are prone to nervous breakdown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;symptoms&lt;/span&gt;, don't you know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that concludes it all! Remember all these tips, and remember me. For crystal and diets will never work out. *sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-31034327596521391?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/31034327596521391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=31034327596521391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/31034327596521391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/31034327596521391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/12/diets-vs-crystal.html' title='Diets vs Crystal'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-4543642534083226231</id><published>2009-11-12T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:12:54.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Annoyance and Nothing-ness</title><content type='html'>Thought I'm gonna have a tons of stuffs to do after that gruelling and horrifying final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I was wrong. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. There is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING to do. Well, nothing I WANT to do. All you have is yo mama there naggin' yo with the cleaning and the tidying up cause guess what, yo house is under renovation and yo movin'!!!! to some place down the street next to Sanjev's, which by the way, is a laterally inverted copy of your own house. Period. The rented house, that is, not Sanjev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Its not like I DON'T wanna help- Oh wait, I seriously don't!!??- but I just felt after such a &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; exam, naturally I feel the need to do something I WANT to do, and that, does not include moving the furniture to the rented place and listening to my maid, Lastri flirting outrageously with the renovation workers. Okay, I don't mind the first, but I seriously, SERIOUSLY am freakin' out about the latter. UHMIGO-OH, I can't stand her flirtatious attitude with them male workers. Okay, I understand how oestrogen can work a female up but, uh-mi-go-oh, she sings she laughs freakishly weird and her voice gets all pitchy and ANNOYING. Yes, that's THE word. ANNOYING. And such annoyance, is not, I so am repeating, NOT to be tolerated. But, of course, lovely moi never begrudged her. Never, actually I kinda like her cause she talked about cats and the kittens she raised with her beloved sister. She loves her sister and her mom, which, I guess for this world nowadays is as rare as a blue moon. But uhmigood when she purchased that handphone of hers, its was-and still is- such a nightmare. Talk, yap, talk. Chatterty-chat-chat. Its so annoYING! And all the boys she have in her contacts( I did not pry, she showed them photos to me, from her phone). It's really awkward. I dunno what to say, except to gush really fake-like.&lt;br /&gt;Mum wasn't too happy when she went to our old house JUST to chat with them workers. I guess she was afraid that our maid will run off with one of them, like what happened to my dad's friend's friend who had a maid who ran off with another worker who dated her who she dated, PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;But, I kinda felt bad when my mum kinda nagged her. And I know her nag. When she's nagging, it's scolding. When she's scolding, it's hell.&lt;br /&gt;That's mum, she's charming as ever, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...I think I'm starting to be a complain queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-4543642534083226231?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4543642534083226231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=4543642534083226231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/4543642534083226231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/4543642534083226231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-annoyance-and-nothing-ness.html' title='Of Annoyance and Nothing-ness'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-3423729512428323238</id><published>2009-09-21T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:58:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of singing and glass shattering.</title><content type='html'>Shattering and on the brink of breaking into a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;-ZILLION &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pieces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crink&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cronk&lt;/span&gt;-clank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I guess that's what the glass doors of the pro shop were doing when I cleared ma throat, opened ma mouth and surrendered in ma pharynx. So awkward and embarrassed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CanDz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zub&lt;/span&gt; and Hang2 at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;proshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they had a brief-&lt;em&gt;not so brief tho&lt;/em&gt;- rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the rights songs for the memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave ma suggestions and stuff &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause it's ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; pick from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;em&gt;King Of POP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then subconsciously ma mouth kept moving, ma voice box kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;poofing&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;poofing&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma diaphragm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;drummin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, its crazy. I know I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt; bit cuckoo-clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CanDz&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; cuckoo-clock,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;- says she &lt;em&gt;enjoyed &lt;/em&gt;my singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, someone actually &lt;em&gt;enjoyed. ma SINGING. ma VOICE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CanDz&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;heehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Unc&lt;/span&gt;. Jack came and give us a few pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldies and the arrangement &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Zub&lt;/span&gt; seems a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;...wandering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know what had happened, but, la, don't be so prying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;CanDz&lt;/span&gt; was damn hilarious-as always- and hang2 was damn quiet-as &lt;em&gt;always-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what makes a person, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;CanDz&lt;/span&gt; is, well, so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;CanDz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with her random antics and silly laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang2 is, well, so musical and talented and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Zub&lt;/span&gt; is, well, I can't make of him-&lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its amazing how these three person can lift up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'd not seen J for days. &lt;em&gt;DAYS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh it felt like YEARS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DECADES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CENTURIES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he can't text me so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similar to my reasons LAST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he kept INSISTING that I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;isssshhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mish&lt;/span&gt; later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told her there maybe a rehearsal tomorrow.In which, sadly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; not be able to attend thanks to my trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Tinggi&lt;/span&gt;. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love singing with them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure my voice suck like hell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;zub&lt;/span&gt; and hang2 can play the guitar REALLY REALLY good. And hang2 is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; talented. I still remember how he help me with the Interact Installation performance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. He's really good, he just use one night and presto, accompaniment for moi violin solved! I still owe him a dinner. Or lunch. Whatever he choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dah-&lt;em&gt;laa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-3423729512428323238?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3423729512428323238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=3423729512428323238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3423729512428323238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3423729512428323238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-singing-and-glass-shattering.html' title='Of singing and glass shattering.'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-3277455429557149391</id><published>2009-09-21T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:58:29.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness-ss</title><content type='html'>Random. Ooh I love this word.I can said it over and over and it will not get boring, unlike Lenka's The Show, in which I'd heard a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KA-ZILLION &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Randomness-ss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to people who randomly do random stuff. It shows uniqueness, it shows love for the nothing-ness, it also shows that we, human, homo sapiens can randomly select any random words to speak aloud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm so boring I don't know what alien lango I'm blurging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dah-&lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to the pee-place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To pee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-3277455429557149391?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3277455429557149391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=3277455429557149391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3277455429557149391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3277455429557149391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/09/randomness-ss.html' title='Randomness-ss'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-3780661560609273003</id><published>2009-09-17T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:48:21.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of blabbity blab</title><content type='html'>I'm bored today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had said my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;selamat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to teachers and fellow classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me thought of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Najwa&lt;/span&gt; and her giving me a card in a pearl white envelope tied with a piece of gold ribbon. It was very sweet, and its IS still very thoughtful of her to consider my feelings, even if my feelings are not much to be sought after at that time of the year, last year Ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, what the fuck am I writing? The 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lango&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, I must had read too much of Jane Austen's to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blurg&lt;/span&gt; properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing pink singlets and long yellow pants. I find the assemble horrifying and will not, even under bribe, unless its A HUGE SUM of dosh or life supply of chocolates, wear the attire as to redden myself any further.&lt;br /&gt;PK2 result &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tengok&lt;/span&gt; la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Berat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pegangnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Extremely BAD and not even up to my typical standards. La, I know, me acting a little of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;STK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prinsip&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kiasi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kiamsiap&lt;/span&gt;. But u can't blame me, I'm A NERD. And nerds bound to act dramatically emotional over the littlest things, as such the semester exams.But the semester exams and NOT &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt;, and I refuse! to be thought myself of the slacking and lacking in concentration to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;studay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pink, you get? But as you can see, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;blurg&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pinkesh&lt;/span&gt;. Way ta go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Creestal&lt;/span&gt;. What you hate, you wear. What you like, you don't get. What you see, you don't care, What you don't see, you care. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Bagus&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;awak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Creestal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think of this post as lame and uninviting.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry blog, I apologize to have degraded you as so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, Blah, Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-3780661560609273003?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3780661560609273003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=3780661560609273003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3780661560609273003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3780661560609273003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-blabbity-blab.html' title='Of blabbity blab'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-2440125400237830325</id><published>2009-09-15T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:43:56.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day of Golf, I would say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 7.50am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played golf with Mish, same score together as bestfriends should, with a 12 over. Hey, not bad right? Was estatic by the outcome of the game cause had not gone down to course for two whole weeks.Did not expected that. Cool, hope it will last but, I know, next I'l play a horrible 30,40 over and scare the daylight outta Coach. But still, this was quite an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Wheepie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-2440125400237830325?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2440125400237830325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=2440125400237830325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/2440125400237830325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/2440125400237830325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-day-of-golf-i-would-say.html' title='Good day of Golf, I would say.'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-6379538162519500893</id><published>2009-09-14T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:37:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>Familiar? This is the book title of Jane Austen's bestselling novel, first printed under the title, " First Impression". Oh yes, shockingly, "Pride and Prejudice" does not come first as a movie, starring the oh-so anorexic Keira Knightly as Elizabeth ' Lizzie ' Bennet and the-hot-but-who?Matthew Macfadyen as the haughty Mr Darcy. I don't even know WHY I decided to mention them here, seeing as what I'm about to say does not involve them in any way. Really, for some reason-perhaps because I'm reading it right now?-I thought of them as I think of my dearest mum, my happy-go-lucky bro, and the whole annoying education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, REALLY. One can become from worse to worst when one's child received insightful results. Okay, tho the situation is not THE WORST, its is still, worse than before. Its BADDER. JJ's really unluckay, that's all I can say. He read, and read, did, and did, still, I guess it just wasn't enough to cover up his slacking-off these past few years. One just can't studay at the last moment and pray for the best.And literally, the BEST. Mi was so vexed over JJ after she found out that he got a ruthless results for his Chinese paper and his Maths paper. I shall not reveal the total he-got-correct questions/ total questions-its just too little to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not, that I'm DISAPPOINTED or anything, for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ is my little bro for like, the past 12 years of his life, and mine. How he was, is and will, I know half of it. I LIVED half of it. He's half of me, minus the girly side and the tuts. If not half, there is still a 30% of me in him, but lets get to the point. He's my brother, MY BROTHER who I love and care, and will beat up any fark who, besides me, without their better judgement,try to mess with him. I will, defend for him. I will even share my tiny green tea mooncakes with him, provided he does not take too much a bite. See, that's how MUCH I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I never really think of him as the type who will get a straight-A's.Oh Okay, I'm a baddie, so throw me into the moat and lemme be fed to the crocodiles. Boo Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,call me bad sister, award me Worst Sister of the YEAR and be DONE with it. I'm not denying I never thought him to be much a scholar. YES its TRUE, he is not a studious person. He inherited mi's attitude for studying, and combined with D's happy-go-lucky way of life(when D was young, and skinny with HUGE SPECS-hehe), he is not, how to say this correctly, hmmm, like Jase. He is NOT Jase, that arrogant, pompous, smartiepants brother of mine, who is, yes, good-looking, but nevertheless, degrading in the attitude side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love them both, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW JJ got the butterflies when he sat for the Maths and Chinese paper. Hell, heck I would too! Like, just recently I got my first C in maths-which of course, I'd predicted it as much as I was incredibly sick that day. I prepared my heart to take the result, and I took it the yesterday without all my usual drama and notorious squeals. So oh okay, I'm being way dramatic with this, but, remember this, I'm a nerd, and nerds take their exam very seriously, as playboy bunnies would take their orgasm seriously. I'm perfectly serious in exams, I'm perfectly, seriously careless in exam, and I'm perfectly, seriously and carelessly nervous when I'm about to receive my results. But I played it cool, I played it calm. I admit, I was too busy with the instal and everything that I'd lack a little in my studies. Moreover, I was so lazy in the hols I'd practically slept the whole hols. ItssostupidwhycantIjustbuckupandstudayandstopeatingsomuchandwatchingthetelesomuchmaybeIcouldsavemyselffromgettingafuckingstupidembarassingCinaddmathsaccountsandsivikalthosivikisastupidfuckingsubject,word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying  is that we sholud never studay last minute, take it from the nerd here, people. Paying attention in class actually helps and revising evry freakin' day for even a second(not literally) helps in a long run. All I'm saying is, if you chuse(ha, too much Jane Austen's novel) chose to be an A-student, sleep well, diet well, and have plenty of good ol' sex to beat out the stress.(the last one is a JOKE, altho studies shown students nowadays are complete whores, no offence).  So I will promise myself to try NOT to studay last minute, try NOT to be a lazybum,and try NOT to eat too much, in hope for a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ did his paper with nerves of less-of-steel-more-of-...ill?( dumb arse word ). Mi was angry and disappointed with the outcome, even when the outcome isn't the true outcome! Imagine the BIG day, my gosh, I WILL pray for you, little bro. Anyways, what can Mi expect from JJ? LIke, hellooo? THe higher the expectation, the higher your hopes to clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, lazy to write la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-6379538162519500893?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/6379538162519500893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=6379538162519500893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/6379538162519500893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/6379538162519500893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/09/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-8323944694771809721</id><published>2009-08-07T15:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:45:34.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long time it had been.</title><content type='html'>What a long time it had been since I wrote something new in this blurg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been crazily boring, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope,hectic is a better word. Wait, what does boring and hectic have in common anyway?sheesh what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo Installation's coming soon(28-8-2009, 10.30 am, Prime City Hotel,be there or be square!).Absolutely excited, but yes, with a huge amount of goosebumps and butterflies in ma stomach. Hell, I think most of everything's covered, what else oh what else? hmm, that's a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral sketch of 4 STA 1 is going to be presented next fri. Sheesh, I heard that people thought we don't have time to practise so it was held till so late. Like, hellooo? We- I, ME, I- had finish our original script last week, but to my utter horror, darling Quek had change our nilai to Patriotisme and 1Malaysia. Like, why don't they tell us- me,ME!- earlier? Its such a waste of time to write that previous script. Hell, I sweated a lot on that faithful night. Yeechhhh! Nevertheless, I think really have to thank God for this. 'Cause for me, this nilai is better and easier. ' Melindungi Hak Kanak-kanak' just sound so...Slumdog Millionaire-ish. Not to be rude tho, that movie deserves all the credit. Anyways, 4 STA 2(much to their horror, ha!) found out they have to do the sketch in our place last friday. Today is the day of presentation , and oh boy oh BOY! I coulda hit myself dead banging on the hard, granite lantai.Now I don't want to be gossiper or back stabber-Oh what the heck! Like omigod (Typical Ros exclamation)I don't know where to start!Maybe its the 'chinglish' lango, the obnoxious vulgar words( Try stupid bitch), the obscene dressing, Drag Q!ueens ,Manly girls or the oh oh, the falling boobs(ahem!). The disastrous mike system ,well, probably contribute to the horrible of the sketch(Is there such a line as that?)But, still, we seriously don't wanna be like that. Oh yes siree we pray and hope for a better and sweeter victory in our sketch next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay and I were writing the script, and yeah we bickered and fought over how to do this sketch. Its immensely silly, the two of us. There was even one time when I go all drama and cried over how none of the cast is paying attention!( LOL, actually its one of the tactics to gain attention and respect laa, oh shh! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 17-8-09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sketch was over with a relief! Yes, there were some minor- Okaaay, so some MAJOR-mishaps, like the three war part. Lol LOL LOL!!!! It was hilarious, our " Malay Jet Fighters "- Vik(haha, V-boy/ VIKKY.muahahaha) and Nav were not ready yet, not their fault laa anyway, cause the person in charge of the upper floor went all," Awak semua ni buat ape kat sini??!" Meanwhile, Jay( Tada! Captain Bolt...pfhh) Ling( Lietenant Michael Phelps..PFFHH)and the guys( Intro: The Olympians ) walked-MARCHED in all macho and evil thru the audiences were there stalling for the scene. " Eh EH, where's Malaysia Air force?" "HAHAHA, scared laa dei!" and I was like( as the narrator laa)," Yoohoo, air force? where's the air force?? HA! Scaredy cat pulak!" Stalling and stalling, each war scene. But the end was the BEST!( In my opinion laa) When the song " New Divide " by Linkin' Park was put on,Jay started to mimic  the beginning of the scene and oh BOY the audiences did not expect a THING! When the song came to the part" ...AND you voice is all I hear", Jay turned his sign and revealed Mr Philip's homely face!Oh everyone was laughing and all the teachers were there shocked and could not stop laughing too!Mr Philip looked as confuse as ever. Even the other teacher asked if its some Mahmod terrorist's pic. LOL, Jay took the picture from his desk and I scan it laa. It was HILARIOUS! We even hang it on the wall to symbolise is "authority"! Love the idea so SO much. Oh good thing we have Jay=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways sketch is over and so is the Interact Installation( Jay and I singing " Lucky" together on stage. He has this really awesome voice, and in comparison, my voice was like" eh, eh, eh".LOL!). I need a break, but guess what? Leo installation is round the corner. ANd ticket sale aint going too well. Oh and all the service club is under our very " nase"( "Nice" in Borat style ) JPNJ. Oh HOORAY!(sarcastically)Too late to publicise now, But tolongkan aku! Buy laa ticket! Details as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event: Joint Leo Installation 2009/2010&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28th August 2009(Freaky Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10.30am(registration starts at 10!)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Matahari Ballroom, Prime City Hotel, Kluang( Grand laa wei)&lt;br /&gt;Attire: Formal( Wear something classy!Show those curves girls! Guys, keep it tux-simple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks. I'm off to another headache. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;A CrysPY Person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-8323944694771809721?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8323944694771809721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=8323944694771809721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/8323944694771809721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/8323944694771809721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-long-time-it-had-been.html' title='What a long time it had been.'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-4127240669572236215</id><published>2009-07-25T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:00:55.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone somewhere</title><content type='html'>Someone is waiting&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands exactly how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Someone is dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Someone is hoping just that this will be the day&lt;br /&gt;That this will be the day that you take your eyes off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, you see that someone is looking right back at you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that someone's me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes bombs fall quietlyMaybe it's chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that someone is me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfectNobody's perfectNo one really knows the truth&lt;br /&gt;How we got the point of view&lt;br /&gt;There's too many questions&lt;br /&gt;There's too many questions&lt;br /&gt;And too many reasons not to try&lt;br /&gt;There's too many reasons not to try&lt;br /&gt;But you, you take your eyes off the ground out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;And see that someone is looking right back at you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that someone's me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes bombs fall quietly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that someone is me&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go from here?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you need's out there&lt;br /&gt;You can have it if you dare&lt;br /&gt;If you dare&lt;br /&gt;There's someone, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's someone, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's someone, somewhereThere's someone, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that someone's me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes bombs fall quietly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that someone is me&lt;br /&gt;Someone is me&lt;br /&gt;Someone is me&lt;br /&gt;I hope that,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-4127240669572236215?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/4127240669572236215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=4127240669572236215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/4127240669572236215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/4127240669572236215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-somewhere.html' title='Someone somewhere'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-2037328601413263172</id><published>2009-07-15T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:24:10.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, facts! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loove&lt;/span&gt; them, they are smart, shocking, and real !(well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;durh&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my pick, enjoy=] :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; INTERESTING facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most lipstick is partially made of fish scales. ( Poor guys, puckering up us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fishbreathe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes have 47 teeth.(Wait, mosquitoes have teeth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Vincent Wright wrote a novel with over 50,000 words, none of which containing the letter "E". ( He never used "the","then"...?what kinda novel is this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples are more effective at keeping people awake in the morning than caffeine. (Apples: crunchy ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;munchy&lt;/span&gt; goodness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average bed is home to over 6 billion dust mites. (Felt the itch when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; sleep in bed, ain't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the the English dictionary rhymes with "MONTH".( Come to think of it, hell yeah! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human brain is 80% water. ( I don't even wanna think about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, kids in North America spend close to half a billion dollars on chewing gum. ( I should try my hands on the chewing gum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;business.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goldfish has a memory span of about 3 seconds.( Goldfish=Unreliable pets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because metal was scarce; the Oscars given out during World War II were made of plaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are more allergic to cockroaches than they are to cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleopatra married two of her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common pesticides such as roach, termite, and flea insecticide can be found in the bodies of majority of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before toilet paper was invented, French royalty wiped their bottoms with fine linen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WEIRD facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tablecloths were originally meant to be served as towels with which dinner guests could wipe their hands and faces after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists visiting Iceland should know that tipping at a restaurant is considered an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When glass breaks, the cracks move faster than 3,000 miles per hour. To photograph the event, a camera must shoot at a millionth of a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A violin contains about 70 separate pieces of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During your lifetime, you'll eat about 60,000 pounds of food, that's the weight of about 6 elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphins sleep with one eye open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sneeze travels out your mouth at over 100 m.p.h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In 1998, Sony accidently sold 700,000 camcorders that had the technology to see through people''s clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York City, approximately 1,600 people are bitten by other humans every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs about 3 cents to make a $1 bill in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo da Vinci was dyslexic, and he often wrote backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; COOL facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cleveland, Ohio it is illegal to catch mice without a hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches can live for 9 days after their head has been cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the swans in England are property of the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almonds are a member of the peach family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all varieties of breakfast cereals are made of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aluminum used to be more valuable than gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America once issued a 5-cent bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without knee caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies start dreaming even before they''re born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies that are breastfed are more likely to be slimmer as adults than those that are not breastfed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; USELESS facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dollar symbol ($) is a U combined with an S (U.S.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Curie, the Nobel prize winning scientist who discovered radium, died of radiation poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazi leader Adolf Hitler had only one testicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper money is not made from wood pulp but from cotton. This means that it will not disintegrate as fast if it is put in the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi originally contained pepsin, thus the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average office desk has 400 times more bacteria than a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only king without a moustache in a deck of cards is the king of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle can kill a young deer and fly away with it.(haha, i get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Caribbean there are oysters that can climb trees. Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only domestic animal not mentioned in the Bible is the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest pope was 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts are one of the ingredients in dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's against the law to slam your car door in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is the only letter in the alphabet that does not appear in the name of any of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Anistons original name is Jennifer Anastassakis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and bored again. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red."&lt;br /&gt;cryx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-2037328601413263172?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/2037328601413263172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=2037328601413263172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/2037328601413263172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/2037328601413263172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-facts-i-loove-them-they-are-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-3114526646580043099</id><published>2009-07-13T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:21:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Math Equations=]</title><content type='html'>LOl, was sick today, so i was absent from sch. YAY..!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, f*** if u think that. The sore throat is making me sound like crackers all smashed up in a packet and my back ached like someones nagging my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools out for me, but even tho its a simple 24 hrs, it can bored me to tears. so inspired by mish, i had found my solution to beat the boredom outta those sickiess out there. (Primary: H1N1 suspects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a woman you need time and money so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman = time X money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is money so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman = money x money= money^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is the root of all evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil = money^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman = evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't agree to that, we " women " arent so moneyminded. We just take 99% of watcha have, not all)&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;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://www.blogiseverything.com/files/pics/funny_math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one , Peter.----&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;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://files.myopera.com/offspring/albums/55796/blonde_equation.jpg" border="0" /&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;Now this, is just making fun of a blond.-----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Donkey = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;Human = Donkey + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;If, Human - enjoy = Donkey + work&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Human that don't know enjoy = Donkey that work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;Men = eat + sleep + earn money&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Men = Donkeys + earn money&lt;br /&gt;If Men - earn money = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Men that don't earn money = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;Women = eat + sleep + spend&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Women = Donkeys + spend&lt;br /&gt;If, Women - spend = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Women that don't spend = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;To Conclude:&lt;br /&gt;* Men earn money not to let women become Donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;* Women spend not to let men become Donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;* Man + Woman = 2 Donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;** And the Donkeys lived happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is a CLASSIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PJy3TAW8gPs/Slrt0i_p7DI/AAAAAAAAABM/UEk9ymV98zM/s1600-h/examq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357856193713400882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PJy3TAW8gPs/Slrt0i_p7DI/AAAAAAAAABM/UEk9ymV98zM/s320/examq6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.myopera.com/offspring/albums/55796/blonde_equation.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats ALL folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-3114526646580043099?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3114526646580043099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=3114526646580043099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3114526646580043099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3114526646580043099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-math-equations.html' title='Funny Math Equations=]'/><author><name>grace</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PJy3TAW8gPs/Slrt0i_p7DI/AAAAAAAAABM/UEk9ymV98zM/s72-c/examq6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602726125000565918.post-3793871383152625780</id><published>2009-07-13T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:45:32.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>sore throat. one of H1N1's works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-3793871383152625780?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/3793871383152625780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=3793871383152625780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3793871383152625780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/3793871383152625780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-5111833582509625182</id><published>2009-07-12T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:56:27.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Themes, oh Themes!</title><content type='html'>Themes for installation. Lol, pansie asking for help on moi pansie club's install theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions. ............................?&lt;br /&gt;The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. ........................?&lt;br /&gt;The future belongs to those who dare to dream. ...........................?&lt;br /&gt;Change for the betterment our community. ..........................?&lt;br /&gt;Action is the foundational key to all success. ..........................?&lt;br /&gt;Formula for success: rise early, work hard, strike oil. ............................?&lt;br /&gt;Success is that old ABC - ability, breaks, and courage. .............................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ction is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;elieving in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hange. ...........................? ( haha, ABC )&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life is in our hands. ...........................?&lt;br /&gt;Believe in our dreams and give trust in our faith. ............................?&lt;br /&gt;Act to inspire our leaders to become more. .........................?&lt;br /&gt;Where there is love there is life. ............................?&lt;br /&gt;Brevity is the soul of wit. ...............................?&lt;br /&gt;Success favours the brave. .................................?&lt;br /&gt;A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. .................................?&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the stars with one heart. ........................................?&lt;br /&gt;Lead to inspire others and to be inspired. ................................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, is there a better theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Reach for the stars, even if you have to stand on a cactus."&lt;br /&gt;Cryx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-5111833582509625182?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5111833582509625182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=5111833582509625182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5111833582509625182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5111833582509625182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/themes-oh-themes.html' title='Themes, oh Themes!'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-5457809500719966034</id><published>2009-07-06T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:40:33.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky</title><content type='html'>I ate too much chocolate today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kitkat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roches&lt;/span&gt;, u name it.&lt;br /&gt;It too much, so much chocolate I'm getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; too crazy, which results to crankiness, the side effect of chocolate-rush-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;. Hell, I don't even know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about. I'm suppose to be nice, and write something nice but the problem is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not all that nice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be just as fake as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mannequins if i'm 100% nice. I'm so sick of being crystal 'The Boring One". I want to be crystal " The Crystal". Is that too much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, come to think of it, maybe it IS too silly to brawl over this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;All i'm saying is i need to vent out this crankiness(due to OH-SO-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DELICIOUS chocolates!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mwahmwahmwah!YUM!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sinfull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;before it cramp my style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm really a NUTHEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"You laugh because i'm different, i laugh because you're all the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crystal the big arsehole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-5457809500719966034?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5457809500719966034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=5457809500719966034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5457809500719966034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5457809500719966034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/cranky.html' title='Cranky'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-8124392153559778187</id><published>2009-07-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:01:27.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when there's a will, there's a way</title><content type='html'>Eunice says that someone in SSAJ KLUANG got H1N1.  And its true coz his bro was in that sch.&lt;br /&gt;LIke wat a bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Still, when I thought that someday, the ugly desease will slowly slide its way to our small small town, it frightens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I die?&lt;br /&gt;What if I died and my last unfulfilled wishes left in that empty shelf, forever ungranted?&lt;br /&gt;What if I died and that stupid An did not even get to give me back the money I'd lend him?&lt;br /&gt;What if I died and I still haven figured out why guys go for the older women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution to that equation above, is simple.&lt;br /&gt;A will, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will will be simple.Straightforward and cut the the chase.&lt;br /&gt;In letters. To family members, friends, frenemies, enemies.&lt;br /&gt;To ex, and everyone that had cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the definition of a will, for anyone who care to know:&lt;br /&gt;A Will is a declaration made by a testator, in the form prescribed by law, as to how his property is to be distributed when he dies. If the person making a Will is a man, he is called the testator ; and if a woman, a testatrix. The Will authorises an executor (a man) or an executrix (a woman) to collect assets, pay off debts and divide the property according to the wishes of the deceased as stated in the Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Crystal Lee Yen Xian, hereby announce the benefactor of my assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum shall have my money. I suggest she donate to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;My jewelries and knick-knacks shall be given to the Society of Lalamuis.&lt;br /&gt;My clothes, to the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;My books, to my brothers, read them as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The request:&lt;br /&gt;My body, buried , not cremated.&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing a very nice blue dress when buried.&lt;br /&gt;A funeral session in a church.&lt;br /&gt;No red in my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign,&lt;br /&gt;Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, well, this is starting to creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Jon is right, maybe I'm just too dramatic over these.&lt;br /&gt;*Shivers-me-timbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-8124392153559778187?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/8124392153559778187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=8124392153559778187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/8124392153559778187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/8124392153559778187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-theres-will-theres-way.html' title='when there&apos;s a will, there&apos;s a way'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-5340305493414056171</id><published>2009-07-04T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:03:05.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Stuffs</title><content type='html'>Jon say everyone writes stupid stuffs. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid stuffs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid stuffs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid stuffs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh the stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-5340305493414056171?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5340305493414056171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=5340305493414056171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5340305493414056171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5340305493414056171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-stuffs.html' title='Stupid Stuffs'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-5244831432618663580</id><published>2009-06-27T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:08:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I hate fake people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-5244831432618663580?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5244831432618663580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=5244831432618663580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5244831432618663580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5244831432618663580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-7913538779451462522</id><published>2009-06-13T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:16:50.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and off blurrging</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I've been on and off with this whole blogging stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I have this particular blog since 13yrs old.No joke, its true.But I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xtremo&lt;/span&gt; lazy that I never maintain it for even 10 minutes. Which of course, result to, well I think only my brain twin knows about my existing blog.(Good for u, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yeewei&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I will maintain this like I promised myself I would. Damn, but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; Lazy!&lt;br /&gt;Its like my nature and identity, this whole lazy,laid-back thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mayb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; dun normally think that I'm actually this lazy girl, but to hell, I actually am.Its like ma secret identity. u know what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I feel so weird talking crap here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whateva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya a secret-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's 11 UNPUBLISHED post in my dashboard.UNPUBLISHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How f-word ironic is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;psychiatrist says blogging might be good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Its f-wordly bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Still, maybe this blogging thing might help my anger management or something.Ya know, like releasing your inner monster or demolishing ur knotting anger. Whateva the excuses are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anyways, if ya hope to see my psychiatrist alive, (or anybody within a distance to me for the matter), better hope I can maintain this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AND if I'm blogging, I'm gonna do it MA WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Its called BLURRGING now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Courtesy of yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;                                                                                              "Love me Hate me, that is the question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                           CryX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-7913538779451462522?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/7913538779451462522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=7913538779451462522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/7913538779451462522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/7913538779451462522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-and-off-blurrging.html' title='On and off blurrging'/><author><name>grace</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-5602726125000565918.post-5608500538015356737</id><published>2009-03-21T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:40:51.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont really swear.But...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm suppose to be studying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with pages of full printed history, its really not that tempting to open it and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am recognised as a bookworm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is fuckingly ironic cause I dun really get the history text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I put a plate of deliciously baked(factory-made, well, duh)cookies and a glass of cold yet warming milk beside the sorry book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not really working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, how do people study?I mean, ok, I study. I study a hell lot for my PMR.(not PMS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really not working out for me, I mean, I might just fail my first high school exam.(high school=form4,5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I need to get on studying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I need to stop swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although fuck is quite a delightful word, dun you think?&lt;br /&gt;its so bad, yet its sweet and merry to write it and sing it out.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, I mean, its a vulgar word. But I dun thnk its all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;People must have invented this word for something, why not it be something good?&lt;br /&gt;maybe we say it when we greet, like:" Fuck mate, how do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Have a fucking day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A fucking morning to you, Mr Patrickson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What a wonderful gift!fuck u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, it can be a good word, like flipping people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe once in a long time ago, people say goodluck or hello by flipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip my middle finger when u are sitting for an exam. You flip your middle finger at me when you want to wish me a good morning. Its simple, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people just have to make it a bad word, as if Its exciting to make f-u-c-k and flipping as something vulgar and peasant-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I should be studying right now, cause its really last minute and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like me to get into these kinds of fucking situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602726125000565918-5608500538015356737?l=halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/feeds/5608500538015356737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5602726125000565918&amp;postID=5608500538015356737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5608500538015356737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602726125000565918/posts/default/5608500538015356737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfstitchedleggings.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously-im-suppose-to-be-studying.html' title='I dont really swear.But...'/><author><name>grace</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></feed>
