<?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-1154337119373244403</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:32:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UnKrypted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5082634365810443694</id><published>2010-06-22T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:07:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian</title><content type='html'>Just realized how emo my posts were LOL&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened since then =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5082634365810443694?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5082634365810443694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5082634365810443694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5082634365810443694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5082634365810443694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/06/pulau-perhentian.html' title='Pulau Perhentian'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3428839480672520676</id><published>2010-03-20T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T03:29:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIR</title><content type='html'>I said: I don't wanna fall anymore&lt;br /&gt;You said: Just fall, it's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; You fucked me over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3428839480672520676?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3428839480672520676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3428839480672520676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3428839480672520676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3428839480672520676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/rir.html' title='RIR'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8948813264735275605</id><published>2010-03-17T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:20:35.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say Never</title><content type='html'>I will never say I love you for I simply don't know what love is. I will always be holding those words for an impossible guy who media has told me will come but never will. Movies, Books, Television shows, poems even fairy tales have made me believe that one day someone will knock me off my feet and will give me a romance which cannot compare to the little flings I've had. It will be great love, amazing love, beautiful love. I was sure of it. But when it comes down to it, love cannot be compared. Like a fingerprint it differs for everyone. There are never two loves alike therefore what i expect will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8948813264735275605?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8948813264735275605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8948813264735275605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8948813264735275605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8948813264735275605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-say-never.html' title='Never say Never'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6443718649191946791</id><published>2010-03-17T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:09:10.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcuk My Life</title><content type='html'>As if im not in a fucked up, messed up and fed up kinda mood already I get this message off Ruth on Fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Phiri March 17 at 6:19pm&lt;br /&gt;oh dude i have to tell you as well, Portugal is going to be training at my univeristy in the summer, that means cristiano ronaldo for a whole month Jeolous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6443718649191946791?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6443718649191946791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6443718649191946791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6443718649191946791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6443718649191946791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/fcuk-my-life.html' title='Fcuk My Life'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6097364949464337058</id><published>2010-03-14T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:07:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Hamson Marsell</title><content type='html'>Could it be? I've found Keith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hamson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marsell&lt;/span&gt;. The guy who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;. Leads girls on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; he moves on and does the same to the next? I think i have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WOWZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6097364949464337058?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6097364949464337058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6097364949464337058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6097364949464337058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6097364949464337058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/keith-hamson-marsell.html' title='Keith Hamson Marsell'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4831674158108044390</id><published>2010-03-13T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:10:29.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logically a mess.</title><content type='html'>What i dont get is how i'm willing to do anything for someone that doesn't care for me but do nothing for the ones that do care? Where is the sense in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S5yLx0B9-9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9PdnMTfctVc/s1600-h/wanker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448383337108208594" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S5yLx0B9-9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9PdnMTfctVc/s400/wanker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4831674158108044390?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4831674158108044390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4831674158108044390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4831674158108044390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4831674158108044390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/logically-mess.html' title='Logically a mess.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S5yLx0B9-9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9PdnMTfctVc/s72-c/wanker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7378456759538947988</id><published>2010-03-13T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:03:17.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgablahbeh</title><content type='html'>Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Paulo Coelho (By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7378456759538947988?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7378456759538947988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7378456759538947988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7378456759538947988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7378456759538947988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/urgablahbeh.html' title='Urgablahbeh'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5575278371679217097</id><published>2010-03-12T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:48:06.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>s-l-u-t</title><content type='html'>BAHAHAHAAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshy Yep THats mE! BIg, BrowN, HuNky, ChuNky and SpUnkY! XD says:&lt;br /&gt;Are you a slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'xx. Kate ;; Lux Aeterna says:&lt;br /&gt;Huh wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshy Yep THats mE! BIg, BrowN, HuNky, ChuNky and SpUnkY! XD says:&lt;br /&gt;jsut asking are u or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' xx. Kate ;; Lux Aeterna says:&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshy Yep THats mE! BIg, BrowN, HuNky, ChuNky and SpUnkY! XD says:&lt;br /&gt;u sure?&lt;br /&gt;i think u are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' xx. Kaye ;; Lux Aeterna says:&lt;br /&gt;o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshy Yep THats mE! BIg, BrowN, HuNky, ChuNky and spUnkY! XD says:&lt;br /&gt;sexy, lean &amp;amp; un-tameable&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' xx. Kate ;; Lux Aeterna says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5575278371679217097?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5575278371679217097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5575278371679217097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5575278371679217097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5575278371679217097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/s-l-u-t.html' title='s-l-u-t'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7538420067749640745</id><published>2010-03-11T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:47:06.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Danger Mrs Robinson</title><content type='html'>I hate it when you talk to someone online, then you stop talking for a while, then when you go back to talk they're offline.  -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7538420067749640745?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7538420067749640745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7538420067749640745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7538420067749640745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7538420067749640745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/danger-danger-mrs-robinson.html' title='Danger Danger Mrs Robinson'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8936212816813684909</id><published>2010-03-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:46:29.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met your boy, I texted your boy, I sexed your boy &amp; he loved it.</title><content type='html'>NS.&lt;br /&gt;STOP STEALING MY BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8936212816813684909?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8936212816813684909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8936212816813684909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8936212816813684909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8936212816813684909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-met-your-boy-i-texted-your-boy-i.html' title='I met your boy, I texted your boy, I sexed your boy &amp; he loved it.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4528619567912788027</id><published>2010-03-06T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:05:49.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Who Whos.</title><content type='html'>Nearly Died on the bus- Now I have a bruised &amp;amp; battered back. A swollen finger &amp;amp; a pulled musle in my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to City Hall&lt;br /&gt;Went Jamming at Bugis&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cathay&lt;br /&gt;Went home&lt;br /&gt;Simple, Not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGUBLAHBLEHUHHHHHGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4528619567912788027?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4528619567912788027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4528619567912788027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4528619567912788027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4528619567912788027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-whos.html' title='The Who Whos.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8761646606791990509</id><published>2010-03-06T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:42:58.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can die happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S5MSPVAXdlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/webZxKT3wxg/s1600-h/happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445716428967081554" style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S5MSPVAXdlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/webZxKT3wxg/s400/happy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DIE HAPPY I TELL YOU. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8761646606791990509?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8761646606791990509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8761646606791990509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8761646606791990509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8761646606791990509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-die-happy.html' title='I can die happy.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S5MSPVAXdlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/webZxKT3wxg/s72-c/happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2876206530055309001</id><published>2010-03-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:25:18.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malice in Wonderland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; @ the walk back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kert&lt;/span&gt; after the movie. I went down from Cathay to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cinileasure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was minding my own business listening to music then all of a sudden this guy starts walking down n talking with me. &amp;amp; you know me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friendliest&lt;/span&gt; girl in Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ffs&lt;/span&gt;. So i talk back. Below goes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Where from&lt;br /&gt;Me: England&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Ow Beautiful country, Rich country. (because he's not after money AT ALL)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; (fake a smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he walks on, then stops then slows down to talk more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oooorchard&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Oh, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cathayy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he walks on, then stops then slows down to talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Married?&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.0 no.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, How old?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 18&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: wow, so young and fresh (fresh? FRESH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again he walks off then comes back &amp;amp; at this point he has made me take my earphone out 4 times and i was listening to Lil' Wayne. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;INTERRUPTS&lt;/span&gt; ME WHEN I LISTEN TO LIL' WAYNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: You are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Singapore boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: England boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he shakes my hand then like speed walk off. I breath a sigh of relief then realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back to having private time with my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wayne&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2876206530055309001?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2876206530055309001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2876206530055309001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2876206530055309001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2876206530055309001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/malice-in-wonderland.html' title='Malice in Wonderland.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-945006772526087008</id><published>2010-03-02T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:13:20.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll be saying use me, Show me the Jacuzzi.</title><content type='html'>I'm usually caught being in lust rather than in love. I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;I don't push romance away I just dwell in the idea of sin.&lt;br /&gt;I never know what I want but I tend to want what I can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; once i get it, i just simply don't want it anymore. Call me spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe living this way has it's benefits.&lt;br /&gt;Because it means I'll  just have my heart broken and never shattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-945006772526087008?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/945006772526087008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=945006772526087008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/945006772526087008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/945006772526087008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/shell-be-saying-use-me-show-me-jacuzzi.html' title='She&apos;ll be saying use me, Show me the Jacuzzi.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2693308834590500424</id><published>2010-03-02T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:56:42.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh</title><content type='html'>"Wats new..-_-" see la...u kept gg out with the people who knows the guy thats obviously not into u. u're just wasting ur time..bt yea, im nt in the position to nag at u..u knw wat u want n wat to do.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, im sry but as a close fren, i just dont want to see u keep getting hurt and feel like shit at the end of each hang out of urs..u obviously know that he's nt that into u..yet, u kept coming back and get urself ito a bigger mess..i may nt show that i cared bout u.bt for how long do u wanna be treated like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could never hurt me as much as what you said hurt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2693308834590500424?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2693308834590500424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2693308834590500424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2693308834590500424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2693308834590500424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/harsh.html' title='Harsh'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6717281391146260295</id><published>2010-03-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:24:10.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen</title><content type='html'>I've changed my mind, I take it back.&lt;br /&gt;Don' t touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease.&lt;br /&gt;You've got me wrapped around your finger, do you have to let it linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 songs STUCK on replay.&lt;br /&gt;Cardigans, Soft cell, Cranberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGUL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6717281391146260295?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6717281391146260295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6717281391146260295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6717281391146260295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6717281391146260295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/03/queen.html' title='Queen'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5070859318332193059</id><published>2010-02-21T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:48:19.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><content type='html'>That's what you are. UTTERLY POINTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;You send me random stupid messages at 12.30am +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've caused me so much '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arghness&lt;/span&gt;'- if that's even a word- in the past. The last thing i want off you is an annoying message which makes me a) think of you b) remind myself of the regret i feel just knowing I had anything to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has not been my week at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5070859318332193059?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5070859318332193059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5070859318332193059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5070859318332193059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5070859318332193059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/pointless.html' title='Pointless'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5093309516342763540</id><published>2010-02-20T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:41:08.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up lah.</title><content type='html'>I go away tomorrow &amp;amp; I couldn't be more happier to take a break from this place. The past month has been so draining mentally. I mean my emotions have been running overtime. My 'I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care' attitude has morphed into this 'I do care but I give up attitude'. I need the old me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leaving Singapore hurt and hopefully come back with a tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5093309516342763540?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5093309516342763540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5093309516342763540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5093309516342763540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5093309516342763540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-give-up-lah.html' title='I give up lah.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6004521371064423082</id><published>2010-02-19T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:21:14.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm getting a taste of my own medicine &amp;amp; i don't like it one bit. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S39xPjn66nI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Q0CdTIEl2aw/s1600-h/tumblr_ktuq7fJO1d1qz7sodo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440191386961504882" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S39xPjn66nI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Q0CdTIEl2aw/s400/tumblr_ktuq7fJO1d1qz7sodo1_400.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6004521371064423082?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6004521371064423082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6004521371064423082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6004521371064423082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6004521371064423082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S39xPjn66nI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Q0CdTIEl2aw/s72-c/tumblr_ktuq7fJO1d1qz7sodo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5967121393267011415</id><published>2010-02-18T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:41:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First attempt of writing?</title><content type='html'>I swore i’d stop. I’d sit and share the last cigarette with him and convince myself that there wouldn’t be a fresh pack tomorrow. I’m not addicted to them i’d say, they just give me something to do in awkward times. What an excuse. “Just something to do in awkward times? So what you’re saying is that it’s awkward to be with me?” he’d reply jokingly. As if he was only speaking to prolong the conversation which we both knew had no point from the very beginning. I tried to giggle and give a reply but ended up chocking on the smoke which had been half inhaled, half swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked away, proving he didn’t care what my reply was. Blowing the remainder of the smoke into the air and flicking the ashy tip of the ciggarette into the can turned ashtray I said “No, it’s not awkward being with you at all”. But it actually was. Awkward in the sense that I like you and you don’t like me. The awkwardness where you’re not yourself when you’re with him but instead someone you think he wants you to be. He gave a half hearted smile and continued to stare at the passing world which had caught his attention a few moments after realising the conversation was heading nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit. The silence we were trying to avoid. It hit hard and what’s worse, the cigarette had about two puffs left to save me from actually having to have a real conversation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5967121393267011415?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5967121393267011415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5967121393267011415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5967121393267011415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5967121393267011415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-attempt-of-writing.html' title='First attempt of writing?'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5402375452670685706</id><published>2010-02-18T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:33:14.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth 102</title><content type='html'>Sashie - You know you're my saving grace says:&lt;br /&gt;nah not worth it&lt;br /&gt;if we were truly meant to be i wouldnt have to chase him&lt;br /&gt;we'll just fall for each other&lt;br /&gt;at the same moment&lt;br /&gt;no expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha. You are brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5402375452670685706?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5402375452670685706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5402375452670685706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5402375452670685706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5402375452670685706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-102.html' title='Truth 102'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1938887843499154392</id><published>2010-02-17T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:52:42.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Should i just give on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;? I mean it is AWESOME. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haishhh&lt;/span&gt; maybe keep both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mother and I are facing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. Where to go for a weeks break from life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested Spain but she was quick to shut that idea down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1938887843499154392?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1938887843499154392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1938887843499154392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1938887843499154392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1938887843499154392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/dillema.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8253759791575249237</id><published>2010-02-16T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:31:29.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth 101</title><content type='html'>Just remember everyone grows old and ugly, get the cute assholes now and your gonna have to put up with a asshole the rest of your life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Matty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8253759791575249237?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8253759791575249237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8253759791575249237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8253759791575249237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8253759791575249237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-101.html' title='Truth 101'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-362674028618145281</id><published>2010-02-16T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:50:53.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make like the breeze; Get on your knees, Begin to blow</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm going to start to back away now before i get in way too deep. I'll give it a week &amp;amp; see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3q-yckgJgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/hwGeSUcicf0/s1600-h/tumblr_kxk8v1HlKo1qzeoyco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438869273875326466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3q-yckgJgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/hwGeSUcicf0/s400/tumblr_kxk8v1HlKo1qzeoyco1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-362674028618145281?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/362674028618145281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=362674028618145281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/362674028618145281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/362674028618145281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-like-breeze-get-on-your-knees.html' title='Make like the breeze; Get on your knees, Begin to blow'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3q-yckgJgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/hwGeSUcicf0/s72-c/tumblr_kxk8v1HlKo1qzeoyco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3349154662621805948</id><published>2010-02-14T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:59:55.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Angel-Love.</title><content type='html'>UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdklsfjdhflrinresdkjlkasjhflkdjfhaljhkdjahfdlkjfhdkjfh;adkfjalskfruhurhlkjdnflksjhflkjfhldkjfhsdkfjhwoeihfufhlfjhdlkjfhlksuhrfldkhfskljfhlsrkufhklhflkdjfhkjh;kjhas;oriha;owihfoweihfqiorughoeifghiuhj;erjfh;dfuhgiruhgqrgiuprncfiprnfrjnf;rklijfroinviurbibfjnviurgoihdf;oij;fijg;fg;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now i feel a bit better, ow wait...no i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jdenhwklfjhdslkfjhlkrkljfldkjfldkjfnkjgh;akjhljkdsha;kjh;dskjah;kjdfhadkljh;skdja;skla;jhf;ah;kjsh;gkjahd;fkghdfkjgh;fdgh;dfkjghd;fhjf;hg;dfihg;dfkhg;fjgha;kjgh;akjhg;kjdhfg;jfhd;kgjhad;kfghfk;djgh;fjgha;ksjfhag;irhg;jkfhgrh;fgh;fkjhg;adjfhg;fjhg;kdfjghak;dfjghariuhag;kjfvna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, it'll do. No use ruining my keyboard over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3349154662621805948?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3349154662621805948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3349154662621805948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3349154662621805948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3349154662621805948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/jimmy-angel-love.html' title='Jimmy Angel-Love.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-578918525062584520</id><published>2010-02-14T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:33:53.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shwayze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3q619VmcaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/raKDS694yZA/s1600-h/frdrf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438864936164290978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3q619VmcaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/raKDS694yZA/s400/frdrf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-578918525062584520?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/578918525062584520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=578918525062584520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/578918525062584520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/578918525062584520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/shwayze.html' title='Shwayze'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3q619VmcaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/raKDS694yZA/s72-c/frdrf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7579233326151459687</id><published>2010-02-14T06:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:35:18.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badass in Army boots.</title><content type='html'>For Valentines day the Family went down to Joe's place for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; BBQ. Chris's family was there and Joe's new neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Becuase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; house is AMAZING, has a pool table, a wee, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;playstation&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuseball&lt;/span&gt; table, 4 cats &amp;amp; basically everything any kid would EVER want we had fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;revisting&lt;/span&gt; our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438398956385533410" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kTCXY2_eI/AAAAAAAAAh8/pFx7m60bZUI/s400/14022010(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;James is beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;Anyway, Remember how I wrote about the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;con incidences&lt;/span&gt; in life which i ADORE and live for? Well later in the night another family came to join the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first the mother walks in, i smile-cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; nice. Then a girl and her brother come up so i smile-cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; nice. Then their older brother comes up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; on his phone- so i think to myself. HOLY SHIT. WHO IS THAT? HE IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FYYNE&lt;/span&gt;. Act cool Kate. ACT COOL. SO I strike a pose. Then he looks up...&amp;amp; its Maurice. An Ex. My jaw FELL to the floor. - and my pose was ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kWphQ3-MI/AAAAAAAAAiE/uchNJ2TBnLw/s1600-h/14022010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438402927586179266" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kWphQ3-MI/AAAAAAAAAiE/uchNJ2TBnLw/s400/14022010(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Joe brought out these army boots which just happened to be my size. Either I have man sized feet or the guy has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; feet i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the point. I put the boots on &amp;amp; felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bad ass&lt;/span&gt;. Just image-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a long pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;floaty&lt;/span&gt; dress, full head of makeup...with a pair of big army boots on. OW yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I swear..I'd join NS just for the outfit. It's kinda sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kWphQ3-MI/AAAAAAAAAiE/uchNJ2TBnLw/s1600-h/14022010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7579233326151459687?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7579233326151459687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7579233326151459687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7579233326151459687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7579233326151459687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/badass-in-army-boots.html' title='Badass in Army boots.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kTCXY2_eI/AAAAAAAAAh8/pFx7m60bZUI/s72-c/14022010(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3272794245587062553</id><published>2010-02-14T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:43:07.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abuse sir, abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gebf5Lq5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ja0Ez1xRPiI/s1600-h/04022010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438130007816514450" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gebf5Lq5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ja0Ez1xRPiI/s400/04022010(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gebIB8pTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/G5WulsPpnck/s1600-h/06022010(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438130001410827570" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gebIB8pTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/G5WulsPpnck/s400/06022010(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gea9PUv0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/GCJ5RP3oMMA/s1600-h/08022010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438129998514143042" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gea9PUv0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/GCJ5RP3oMMA/s400/08022010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ow yes I get abused on a daily basis by Mr S. Above is proof. Exhibit A, B &amp;amp; C. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3272794245587062553?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3272794245587062553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3272794245587062553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3272794245587062553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3272794245587062553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/abuse-sir-abuse.html' title='abuse sir, abuse'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gebf5Lq5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Ja0Ez1xRPiI/s72-c/04022010(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5878081740273439213</id><published>2010-02-13T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:25:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serena VanderHOEsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c117aa7e6bbb82ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc117aa7e6bbb82ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331415004%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A02765012024FD443514F49FFF0933C80BC37CC.375E24904FAE0BA83EB2DEA1CD7C6C4BD413CED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc117aa7e6bbb82ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP4EgAOyKR9-clyrKYAHyFfXTnIg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc117aa7e6bbb82ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331415004%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A02765012024FD443514F49FFF0933C80BC37CC.375E24904FAE0BA83EB2DEA1CD7C6C4BD413CED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc117aa7e6bbb82ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP4EgAOyKR9-clyrKYAHyFfXTnIg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ugggh&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; during the summer like Serena like went off to like travel and shit &amp;amp; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt; got like together? And I totally have like proof. I mean just look at the video. Ugh but then again i like totally don't think he would do something like that. Shes so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt; and hes so wow. No way in hell would he ever like go for her. He only has eyes for like me, Duh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I may have over reacted a little bit. I just have to keep telling myself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real. Gossip Girl ISN'T real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5878081740273439213?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5878081740273439213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5878081740273439213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5878081740273439213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5878081740273439213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/serena-vanderhoesen.html' title='Serena VanderHOEsen'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-896806773569894518</id><published>2010-02-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:48:39.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We think you're a joke, Shove your hope where it don't shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434496497158994" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzXEnxi1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/u2bERcNjapk/s400/frf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a simple girl who enjoys but the simplest pleasures in life. The coincidental moments and the unexpected events which you thought would never happen in a million years. Even the happenings which make you cringe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;. It's like when you're drunk and you forget everything that happened but the next day..you wake up sober and as the day goes on you start to remember the little things that you did and you just can't help but think to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I DID NOT DO THAT. Please tell me i did not do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I had the other week after a magnificent ladies night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kykZfc8FI/AAAAAAAAAis/yjCj8eIg6yw/s1600-h/ffr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433625926070354" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kykZfc8FI/AAAAAAAAAis/yjCj8eIg6yw/s400/ffr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433606691040322" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kyjR1drEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/EJLvIEvlux8/s400/Clark11_speedyandbarbintubnyc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzXdT8DbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/JFgTWoblS38/s1600-h/frw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434503124848050" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzXdT8DbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/JFgTWoblS38/s400/frw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzWUrulDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vJAD1Bb1l5M/s1600-h/gerg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434483628839986" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzWUrulDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vJAD1Bb1l5M/s400/gerg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jo &amp;amp; Joan to Butters. Bumped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt; =]. Drank way too much, danced way too little &amp;amp; left way to early-due to the state I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it. Whenever i go to butters i always end up mortally drunk. Not even mortally drunk but mortally WASTED. Ugh. But the drinks there are amazing and the staff ain't that bad either. Take for example. Mr R-The Bar tender. Yum would be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt;. An utter understatement. I was in the line for drinks by myself-looking sad and pathetic when Mr R blows me a kiss. So out of politeness I blow one back, Mr R does a like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gymnastically&lt;/span&gt; jump back catch and puts it in his pocket. People began to look at me like i was mental but i'm sure they were just jealous of Mr R and my mini affair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been to butters 3 times but the first time i went i was EXTREMELY drunk and overly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; with the bouncer. I also did this weird toned hello. Which starts off really high then goes into a deep low. Anyway, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going into butters and all of a sudden i hear my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hel&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lowwwww&lt;/span&gt;", the bouncer actually remembered me, which either means i made a great first impression with my hello or i was that weirdly drunk i was unforgetable. Either way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; making friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie in the smoking room asked me for a lighter, so i lent him one. We did that whole smile back at each other thing until i went back in to drink more. 7 drinks later i see him again, tap him on the shoulder, do the weirdest smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; by two thumbs up. How old am i 12? I'll be asking him for a hi5 next time. Lets hope there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; a next time. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kykOzM1pI/AAAAAAAAAik/l5udzt2OeC0/s1600-h/ergrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433623056111250" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kykOzM1pI/AAAAAAAAAik/l5udzt2OeC0/s400/ergrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kyj8V_NlI/AAAAAAAAAic/lu1BOWuKAN0/s1600-h/ferf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433618101745234" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kyj8V_NlI/AAAAAAAAAic/lu1BOWuKAN0/s400/ferf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kyjorgpNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cXUQiWAFI_U/s1600-h/cwoejrf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433612823307474" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kyjorgpNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cXUQiWAFI_U/s400/cwoejrf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzW4Yh80I/AAAAAAAAAjE/bMFC4zeoVsY/s1600-h/okv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434493211996994" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzW4Yh80I/AAAAAAAAAjE/bMFC4zeoVsY/s400/okv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzWqQs_3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/1Fa689BR9a0/s1600-h/gr3g3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434489421070194" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzWqQs_3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/1Fa689BR9a0/s400/gr3g3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all. Fun night. Fun people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-896806773569894518?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/896806773569894518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=896806773569894518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/896806773569894518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/896806773569894518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-think-youre-joke-shove-your-hope.html' title='We think you&apos;re a joke, Shove your hope where it don&apos;t shine.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3kzXEnxi1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/u2bERcNjapk/s72-c/frf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4723797873357284137</id><published>2010-02-13T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:47:17.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With friends like these who needs friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giGfM7IZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6dr3M3XgNAM/s1600-h/13022010(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438134044900139410" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giGfM7IZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6dr3M3XgNAM/s400/13022010(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giG0Al3WI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LtzdrAMMi5k/s1600-h/13022010(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438134050485558626" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giG0Al3WI/AAAAAAAAAhc/LtzdrAMMi5k/s400/13022010(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gk3hewVsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/fKa9ZE24yeE/s1600-h/13022010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438137086348646082" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3gk3hewVsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/fKa9ZE24yeE/s400/13022010(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is Singapore getting HOTTER? &amp;amp; by hotter I mean becoming an actual furnace? Anyway, on a hot day what is better than going on a long walk &amp;amp; heading to the lovely reservoir? Well there are many things better than that..but do keep in mind I do live on that tiny dot below malaysia some people call Singapore. And there isn't really much to do here on a budget of less that a tenner but we make do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izad is a perv. Proof? Izad is a pornstar. Proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giIBk9ucI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-B-uF7PtZAw/s1600-h/13022010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438134071307647426" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giIBk9ucI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-B-uF7PtZAw/s400/13022010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giIs9BUsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/em3HxOOtFCw/s1600-h/13022010(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438134082951271106" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giIs9BUsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/em3HxOOtFCw/s400/13022010(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4723797873357284137?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4723797873357284137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4723797873357284137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4723797873357284137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4723797873357284137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-friends-like-these-who-needs.html' title='With friends like these who needs friends?'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3giGfM7IZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6dr3M3XgNAM/s72-c/13022010(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7482265125692492603</id><published>2010-02-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:06:28.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzin'</title><content type='html'>From now on you shall refer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adli&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I as....The perv catches. Why? Because that's what we do. Catch the pervs that perv into cars hoping to find people having sex. &amp;amp; how did this amazing new job prospect arise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well chilling in the res &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt; (as we all do) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adli&lt;/span&gt; looks and goes "look at the perv", so feeling like a ninja I look to my left and see a guy crouched down peering into the window of this car. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adli&lt;/span&gt; honks the horn, the perv looks and creeps back into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I admit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adli&lt;/span&gt; did most of the work, he spotted the perv and confronted the perv but as Juno &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bleeker&lt;/span&gt; once said.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO Oh yeah. I'm kind of a deadbeat lab partner, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BLEEKER&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind. You definitely bring something to the table.&lt;br /&gt;JUNO Charisma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BLEEKER&lt;/span&gt; Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow yes, I bring the charisma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7482265125692492603?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7482265125692492603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7482265125692492603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7482265125692492603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7482265125692492603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/buzzin.html' title='Buzzin&apos;'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6744542541804659487</id><published>2010-02-10T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:23:30.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon-tanning</title><content type='html'>I officially took 2 busses &amp;amp; 2 trains yesterday just to see him, all together costing me a grand total of $3.80. Beats spending $20 on a cab, thats fer sure. We went moon-tanning, and i didn't know that existed either so dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3Kiul2E2HI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lhR3EI4L8Kk/s1600-h/09022010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436586621506214002" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3Kiul2E2HI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lhR3EI4L8Kk/s400/09022010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;90210&lt;/p&gt;I've come to realise that when you spend everyday with a person, going two or even one day without them is kinda hard. I guess i'll find someway to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Butterfactory tonight for a celebratory 'Out of Exams' get together with el class. Taking a bus there-Yes Izad has trained me well. Anyway, I better get ready. It's not easy looking like a Hoe but i always manage to pull it off. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6744542541804659487?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6744542541804659487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6744542541804659487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6744542541804659487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6744542541804659487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/moon-tanning.html' title='Moon-tanning'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3Kiul2E2HI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lhR3EI4L8Kk/s72-c/09022010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2850281825711117515</id><published>2010-02-10T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:07:34.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku lagi manis dari sampoerna.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am sweeter than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sampoerna&lt;/span&gt; but do you wanna know what's even sweeter? The fact that the first semester is over. Exams have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completed&lt;/span&gt; and I have 18 full day of holiday left. &amp;amp; how have I decided to reward myself for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attenting&lt;/span&gt; every class &amp;amp; not skipping even a single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lecture&lt;/span&gt;? Well by catching up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; programs which make my like look dull in comparison. Just finished the first season of gossip girl and have another two to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3KhP3LjhMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/C6UXUV4yLgc/s1600-h/vrgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436584994072134850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3KhP3LjhMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/C6UXUV4yLgc/s400/vrgt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; then who am i? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; one secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2850281825711117515?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2850281825711117515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2850281825711117515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2850281825711117515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2850281825711117515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/aku-lagi-manis-dari-sampoerna.html' title='Aku lagi manis dari sampoerna.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S3KhP3LjhMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/C6UXUV4yLgc/s72-c/vrgt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8718274158431388872</id><published>2010-02-08T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:51:58.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>You are a drunken disgrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8718274158431388872?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8718274158431388872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8718274158431388872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8718274158431388872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8718274158431388872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2992512926233922584</id><published>2010-02-07T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:53:00.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattooligans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S26pUlreXDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sfEhAu7_vu4/s1600-h/18763_101983183166433_100000642558382_60440_1780475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435467971459701810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S26pUlreXDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sfEhAu7_vu4/s400/18763_101983183166433_100000642558382_60440_1780475_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2992512926233922584?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2992512926233922584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2992512926233922584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2992512926233922584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2992512926233922584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/tattooligans.html' title='Tattooligans.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S26pUlreXDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/sfEhAu7_vu4/s72-c/18763_101983183166433_100000642558382_60440_1780475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1807508060921755783</id><published>2010-02-04T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:17:26.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cristiano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro. My lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2u37huHqoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hBe8dqTLnIc/s1600-h/vfv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434639608644610690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2u37huHqoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hBe8dqTLnIc/s400/vfv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2u1eOpCfOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kgx2Guomod8/s1600-h/picture_cristiano_ronaldo_243.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1807508060921755783?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1807508060921755783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1807508060921755783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1807508060921755783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1807508060921755783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-cristiano.html' title='Happy Birthday Cristiano.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2u37huHqoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hBe8dqTLnIc/s72-c/vfv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8275999491262266986</id><published>2010-02-04T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:05:37.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Likkle Shunbeam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My Little Sunbeam is back &amp;amp; I guess he missed me a little more than I missed him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. He woke me up by jumping on my bed and frantically humping my leg. He's a horny bugger but I love him non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the less&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2uzTaqHemI/AAAAAAAAAgM/B_-ybM3n0K4/s1600-h/05022010(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434634521507494498" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2uzTaqHemI/AAAAAAAAAgM/B_-ybM3n0K4/s400/05022010(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8275999491262266986?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8275999491262266986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8275999491262266986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8275999491262266986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8275999491262266986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-likkle-shunbeam.html' title='My Likkle Shunbeam'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2uzTaqHemI/AAAAAAAAAgM/B_-ybM3n0K4/s72-c/05022010(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6621189744903312187</id><published>2010-02-04T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:56:10.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owch-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2uyxu_aTtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oQwlCiu0rIg/s1600-h/04022010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434633942849965778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2uyxu_aTtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oQwlCiu0rIg/s400/04022010(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S &lt;3. Casuarina w/ Izad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6621189744903312187?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6621189744903312187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6621189744903312187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6621189744903312187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6621189744903312187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/owch-y.html' title='Owch-y'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2uyxu_aTtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oQwlCiu0rIg/s72-c/04022010(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3327979764247775867</id><published>2010-02-02T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:36:25.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop. I'm serious.</title><content type='html'>Just STOP telling me your problems. I don't care. Stop complaining about things that have happened in the past and about things that are easily fixed. Trust me. They may seem like a big deal, but they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer show you sympathy, empathy or try even in the slightest of ways to cheer you up. It's a WASTE of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433683097942717170" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2hR_RrrcvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nvF48GftJrg/s400/1363537pb083s48rj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3327979764247775867?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3327979764247775867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3327979764247775867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3327979764247775867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3327979764247775867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop.html' title='Stop. I&apos;m serious.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2hR_RrrcvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nvF48GftJrg/s72-c/1363537pb083s48rj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2999385548717746058</id><published>2010-02-02T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:47:56.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger.</title><content type='html'>Got a Valentines day ask out.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2999385548717746058?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2999385548717746058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2999385548717746058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2999385548717746058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2999385548717746058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger.html' title='Tiger.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2210895712347596581</id><published>2010-02-02T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:31:45.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>I made Izad come over.&lt;br /&gt;Cas then Res.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was absofuckinglutly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f-GS0jbeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NqweDy4Iew4/s1600-h/beautiful_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433590859530726882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f-GS0jbeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NqweDy4Iew4/s400/beautiful_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2210895712347596581?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2210895712347596581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2210895712347596581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2210895712347596581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2210895712347596581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnvial.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f-GS0jbeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NqweDy4Iew4/s72-c/beautiful_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7820273879436248912</id><published>2010-02-02T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:52:52.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pla-Cebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f14KYnsSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1QbxSpERJ8g/s1600-h/placebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433581820654891298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f14KYnsSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1QbxSpERJ8g/s400/placebo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f1qptfvxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5k6LchQ5x1c/s1600-h/Placebo_Invert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Guess whose going?&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7820273879436248912?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7820273879436248912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7820273879436248912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7820273879436248912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7820273879436248912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/02/pla-cebo.html' title='Pla-Cebo'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2f14KYnsSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1QbxSpERJ8g/s72-c/placebo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3051927383215414136</id><published>2010-02-01T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:59:33.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; they say that a hero can save us.</title><content type='html'>Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sengkang&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Foootball&lt;/span&gt; with devote Arsenal supporter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Izaddddd&lt;/span&gt;. I actually got a bus there, actually looked a mess &amp;amp; actually learned in future that maybe a taxi is more better suited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all i have to say is Man U kicked arse-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Get it? arse...kicked arse...kicked arsenal? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes baby. Call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3051927383215414136?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3051927383215414136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3051927383215414136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3051927383215414136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3051927383215414136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-say-that-hero-can-save-us.html' title='&amp; they say that a hero can save us.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1331089877493060740</id><published>2010-01-30T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:48:18.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panas Sia.</title><content type='html'>Bunny Boiler met the parents tonight. It was random-NOT planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a family dinner and just happened to be in the same neighbourhood as BB himself. So i thought ahh wth. Meet up, say hi, do that whole i once liked you so this is kinda awkward but it shouldnt be awkward even though it is kinda awkward thing. This meetup is about 1 month over due anyway. ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2Rw2aCDk2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/BsuBq0_3egE/s1600-h/tumblr_ksnvqlxgRf1qzdewzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432591130518852450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2Rw2aCDk2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/BsuBq0_3egE/s400/tumblr_ksnvqlxgRf1qzdewzo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1331089877493060740?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1331089877493060740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1331089877493060740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1331089877493060740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1331089877493060740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/panas-sia.html' title='Panas Sia.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2Rw2aCDk2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/BsuBq0_3egE/s72-c/tumblr_ksnvqlxgRf1qzdewzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8114085949887990653</id><published>2010-01-29T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:20:43.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days in a Row.</title><content type='html'>You like my eyes. I like your lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8114085949887990653?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8114085949887990653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8114085949887990653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8114085949887990653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8114085949887990653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-days-in-row.html' title='4 Days in a Row.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6390015057313815888</id><published>2010-01-28T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:57:59.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injeculator</title><content type='html'>Izad came over again.&lt;br /&gt;Full stoppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2J4oFAPjwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hRnbomrC5PE/s1600-h/rger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432036730495536898" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2J4oFAPjwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hRnbomrC5PE/s400/rger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAKIT SIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6390015057313815888?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6390015057313815888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6390015057313815888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6390015057313815888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6390015057313815888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/3rd-days-charm.html' title='Injeculator'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2J4oFAPjwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hRnbomrC5PE/s72-c/rger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6754802515528061275</id><published>2010-01-27T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:41:45.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, Tastes like Banana</title><content type='html'>Hung with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Izadddd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sashie&lt;/span&gt; poo @ Starbucks this evening.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme get to the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha-Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ticklish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate-Semi ticklish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Izad&lt;/span&gt;-HOLY FUCK, Touch him &amp;amp; he will die ticklish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Damnnnn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cuteeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Siaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6754802515528061275?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6948584950030565000</id><published>2010-01-27T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:59:25.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>You make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6948584950030565000?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6948584950030565000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6948584950030565000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6948584950030565000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6948584950030565000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4303722529573701595</id><published>2010-01-26T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:47:18.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5353523416334142879</id><published>2010-01-26T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:03:55.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skreamix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Izadddd came to hang today.&lt;br /&gt;we: Guitar Heroed it up&lt;br /&gt;Kevin &amp;amp; Perryed it up&lt;br /&gt;Porned it up&lt;br /&gt;then smoked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of this happened whilst Izad was asleep on my couch. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2Bj4mUpAZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RPw8y-C9YZk/s1600-h/tumblr_kwtl8tzoo51qa3m4to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431450974619763090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2Bj4mUpAZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RPw8y-C9YZk/s400/tumblr_kwtl8tzoo51qa3m4to1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5353523416334142879?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5353523416334142879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5353523416334142879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5353523416334142879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5353523416334142879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/skreamix.html' title='Skreamix'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S2Bj4mUpAZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RPw8y-C9YZk/s72-c/tumblr_kwtl8tzoo51qa3m4to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6816286009759259040</id><published>2010-01-24T01:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:50:24.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth in Revolt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1wXwzA7HUI/AAAAAAAAAes/ue8sqyaKeQE/s1600-h/tumblr_kwpiuaqRV71qathe1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430241377797217602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1wXwzA7HUI/AAAAAAAAAes/ue8sqyaKeQE/s400/tumblr_kwpiuaqRV71qathe1o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been a busy busy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6816286009759259040?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6816286009759259040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6816286009759259040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6816286009759259040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Boiler**&lt;br /&gt;sexyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;u lookin hot...lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:06pmKate&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;lol. allo Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:06pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;brb........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:08pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;yehhh....sexyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yehhhh........&lt;br /&gt;um baq asexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10pmKate&lt;br /&gt;ahhk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;wat u up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10pmKate&lt;br /&gt;msn u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;on fb....nd watching porn:)&lt;br /&gt;lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmKate&lt;br /&gt;owwkay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:11pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;um watching porn...lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmKate&lt;br /&gt;oooooooowkayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha jus kidding...............?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12pmKate&lt;br /&gt;lolll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;hows life goimg on..............?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:14pmKate&lt;br /&gt;not badddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;ohhh...hows u nd ----.......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15pmKate&lt;br /&gt;me and ----?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:16pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;u guys nt togather......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:16pmKate&lt;br /&gt;no? when were we?&lt;br /&gt;ah facebook chat is fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:17pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;omg i thot u nd ---- is togather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:17pmKate&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:17pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;but u told me last time remember............?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:17pmKate&lt;br /&gt;whenn&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:19pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;whn i askd u...if we cn't be togather do u go for ----...nd u said yes......remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:19pmKate&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;u said.....but u cn't remember.....neways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20pmKate&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;wats dat mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:21pmKate&lt;br /&gt;its just a smiley face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:22pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh.........then u wid whom nw................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:25pmKate&lt;br /&gt;noone atm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:26pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;gonna soon.......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:26pmKate&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:27pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...actually u r nt ready for any kind of relatuionship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:27pmKate&lt;br /&gt;Bunny Boiler. would u STOP telling me what i am and what im not ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:28pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;akay....sorry if i tell da truth.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:28pmKate&lt;br /&gt;its not the truth. just because i wasnt good in a relationship with you DOESNT mean i wont be good in a relationship with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:29pmt Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;u cn't be....nd u nd me wasn't in relationship...it was full of error....&lt;br /&gt;show me u r in relation kate...&lt;br /&gt;yes u can be for da time but cn't for eva...until u change urslf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:31pmKate&lt;br /&gt;I dont have to change myself, why can't you understand that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:32pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;u have to....wat eva we are...nd u wasn't evn drunk nd had sex wid ---- ....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeh u no need to change urslf&lt;br /&gt;jus do dat same thing wid others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:33pmKate&lt;br /&gt;If i did that to you it must have meant that i didnt have enough feelings for you to stop myself. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;If i really love a guy trust me i wont do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:34pm Bunny Boiler&lt;br /&gt;yeh....i hope...u'll love some guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:35pmKate&lt;br /&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**For the other member of this convo's privacy I have renamed him Bunny Boiler- urban dictionary it bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2404116228356907933?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2404116228356907933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2404116228356907933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2404116228356907933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2404116228356907933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/bunny-boiler.html' title='Bunny Boiler.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4093814108044583680</id><published>2010-01-14T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:10:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just a crush.</title><content type='html'>"i had millions of crushes - in fact, every attractive boy i gravitated towards, i wasted my mind on for a minute or two. but you, you were the only one i wasted hours, days, years on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S08Xc4NYg5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/7DkWI9TzR1w/s1600-h/cristianoarmanihot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426581860897031058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S08Xc4NYg5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/7DkWI9TzR1w/s400/cristianoarmanihot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo. My one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4093814108044583680?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4093814108044583680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4093814108044583680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4093814108044583680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4093814108044583680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-just-crush.html' title='Not just a crush.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S08Xc4NYg5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/7DkWI9TzR1w/s72-c/cristianoarmanihot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5823802174995491650</id><published>2010-01-12T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:56:35.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weakness?</title><content type='html'>When you tell me you need to find a girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5823802174995491650?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5823802174995491650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5823802174995491650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5823802174995491650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5823802174995491650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-weakness.html' title='My Weakness?'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-9060824706976585366</id><published>2010-01-12T05:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:21:31.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, the girl you hate has won you over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agM8YUF-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/3bfv9qI9kMw/s1600-h/11012010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428702545068693474" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agM8YUF-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/3bfv9qI9kMw/s400/11012010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never will you guess who I saw today. Kimmy &amp;amp; her beautiful baby boy Cooper. Honestly, i left school saying "Find me a man, I'm having me a baby" LOL. As long as Ronaldo's the father, i mean who would kick him out of their life or even out of their bed? and if you're thinking to yourself 'ew I would!' well you can go suck a donkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my wife, Miss Sasha Marshall-Rouse. OW how i love her. She picked me up and we went for Prattta and Noodles down near my place. It was about time we had a long ass-well over due catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all filled up we sat in my wondrous garden and talked for hours, quite literally till i couldn't keep my eyes open. Then 12 struck the clock and my carriage turned into a pumping and wait what? ooo No, i mean it was getting late, we both had school and I didn't think i could make it up to bed but I walked her to get a Taxi, then collapsed as soon as I reached my bedroom door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agNIWTRsI/AAAAAAAAAec/1bI3YKS56_I/s1600-h/11012010(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428702548281476802" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agNIWTRsI/AAAAAAAAAec/1bI3YKS56_I/s400/11012010(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agMcVAlwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/eo7eI9W52WA/s1600-h/11012010(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428702536464897794" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agMcVAlwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/eo7eI9W52WA/s400/11012010(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-9060824706976585366?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/9060824706976585366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=9060824706976585366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/9060824706976585366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/9060824706976585366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-again-girl-you-hate-has-won-you.html' title='Once again, the girl you hate has won you over'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S1agM8YUF-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/3bfv9qI9kMw/s72-c/11012010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-5715945791376579336</id><published>2010-01-12T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:08:01.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm starting to get good at this, you know..the whole not caring anymore &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the year there was an incident that really upset me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; I would let it really affect me. You know, think about it all the time, dwell on what to do about it, get paranoid etc but this year i told myself i would somehow change. Kate actually try and change pfffft. I know i had my doubts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how i did it but its getting easier. When something seems like it can get to me i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think about it and avoid it totally. I know it seems like 'DUH, obviosly' but the thing is that's insanely hard for me to do. N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;o matter&lt;/span&gt; what, i will always find a way to think about it and let it hurt me but now i just brush it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for more think to affect me. BRING IT ON. Push me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S058G9beitI/AAAAAAAAAd0/msqrxmFK6k8/s1600-h/tumblr_kvjcfs9d2Z1qzlofzo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426411060038896338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S058G9beitI/AAAAAAAAAd0/msqrxmFK6k8/s400/tumblr_kvjcfs9d2Z1qzlofzo1_500.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-5715945791376579336?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/5715945791376579336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=5715945791376579336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5715945791376579336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/5715945791376579336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/midnight-beast.html' title='Midnight Beast'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S058G9beitI/AAAAAAAAAd0/msqrxmFK6k8/s72-c/tumblr_kvjcfs9d2Z1qzlofzo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7507716282094366451</id><published>2010-01-10T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:01:09.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat-woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425890261347561922" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yicfHfccI/AAAAAAAAAds/Kvk8k4QIYUY/s400/cat+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Went for a movie night with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adleyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;. So he picked me up and off we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bedok&lt;/span&gt; Res. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautifulllll&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;effingly&lt;/span&gt; haunted in my opinion. Actually, come to think of it, everywhere we go is kinda haunted. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU55boaHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/egdTXDhi69Y/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875373464774770" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU55boaHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/egdTXDhi69Y/s400/Snapshot_20100108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU6IdrMlI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ADBEoD1zqu8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875377499877970" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU6IdrMlI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ADBEoD1zqu8/s400/Snapshot_20100108_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU6Q5DKmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ndOZur5govQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875379762178658" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU6Q5DKmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ndOZur5govQ/s400/Snapshot_20100108_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies watched - Half of Drag me to Hell followed by half of Charlie &amp;amp; the chocolate factory. Now if only we used those two halves a tad bit more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;productively&lt;/span&gt; we could have actually watched one whole movie. See my math &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; THAT bad. Math Studies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PSSSSH&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frikkin&lt;/span&gt; Einstein, with better hair- sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yc3vh2mPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/WHd7sDA9Yq4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425884132539799794" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yc3vh2mPI/AAAAAAAAAdU/WHd7sDA9Yq4/s400/Snapshot_20100108_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yc3S7FlrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KyYVJ_ov7Xw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425884124861011634" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yc3S7FlrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KyYVJ_ov7Xw/s400/Snapshot_20100108_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0ybiC2EVkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O8DZPIbndR0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425882660256110146" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0ybiC2EVkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O8DZPIbndR0/s400/Snapshot_20100108_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0ybhh0YY8I/AAAAAAAAAck/8wg3sK6paVM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100108_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425882651390665666" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0ybhh0YY8I/AAAAAAAAAck/8wg3sK6paVM/s400/Snapshot_20100108_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you know how there is one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;specially&lt;/span&gt; talent someone has but they never know what it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; they unlock it? Well i found mine. I'm a Cat Whisperer, which is why i am forcing people to call me Kat-Woman. Get it? my name is Kate take off the e.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; how did I unlock this talent I head you asking? Well i saw this little kitty and i must say it was the most beautiful cat i'd ever seen! So i start meowing at it, -as you do and along it came, jumped up and just sat on my knee. I felt like God. Even though i kinda am one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow and since WHEN did ants hurt do much? &amp;amp; I am being bloody serious. I must have got bitten 80+ times and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not joking. If you could see my face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not joking...but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; probably start laughing, out of awkwardness of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875384438239970" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yU6iT6MuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nC0p-F58JMI/s400/Snapshot_20100108_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7507716282094366451?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7507716282094366451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7507716282094366451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7507716282094366451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7507716282094366451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/kat-woman.html' title='Kat-woman'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0yicfHfccI/AAAAAAAAAds/Kvk8k4QIYUY/s72-c/cat+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2318111898309413134</id><published>2010-01-10T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:07:04.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminds me of you.</title><content type='html'>Lights- Quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yours, and you're not mine&lt;br /&gt;But we can sit and pass the time&lt;br /&gt;No fighting wars, no ringing chimes&lt;br /&gt;We're just feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;This is where we're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by a broken tree&lt;br /&gt;No tragedy, no &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink0" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lights/quiet/#" target="undefined"&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wait a thousand hours&lt;br /&gt;Stay the same in &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink2" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lights/quiet/#" target="undefined"&gt;sun&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink4" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lights/quiet/#" target="undefined"&gt;showers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick apart a hundred &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink3" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lights/quiet/#" target="undefined"&gt;flowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you feel ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one, there's not too many&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand to keep me steady&lt;br /&gt;Just to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it here beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;you're even more than you appear&lt;br /&gt;And in the clouds my head is clear&lt;br /&gt;Every time you say hello&lt;br /&gt;So here's my heart, and here's my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help if things come out&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there are words I want to shout&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'll stay low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wait a thousand hours&lt;br /&gt;Stay the same in sun and showers&lt;br /&gt;Pick apart a hundred flowers&lt;br /&gt;Just to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you feel ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one, there's not too many&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand to keep me steady&lt;br /&gt;Just to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wait a thousand hours&lt;br /&gt;Stay the same in sun and showers&lt;br /&gt;Pick apart a hundred flowers&lt;br /&gt;Just to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you feel ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one, there's not too many&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand to keep me steady&lt;br /&gt;Just to be quietWith you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2318111898309413134?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2318111898309413134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2318111898309413134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2318111898309413134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2318111898309413134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminds-me-of-you.html' title='Reminds me of you.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4363991875917786268</id><published>2010-01-04T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:55:16.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This 4 year obsession</title><content type='html'>STILL isn't over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4363991875917786268?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4363991875917786268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4363991875917786268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4363991875917786268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4363991875917786268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-4-year-obsession.html' title='This 4 year obsession'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6731724682464497369</id><published>2009-12-30T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:07:40.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ugwqqpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uT4dhkIrdWA/s1600-h/30122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421127486654818962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ugwqqpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uT4dhkIrdWA/s400/30122009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Epic and I mean this to the full extent of the word, EPIC day out today with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alexanderr&lt;/span&gt;. It had been almost 6 whole goddamn months since we had a proper day out together and this was a real smile maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ve65LHI/AAAAAAAAAak/B7h4ZgpVBr8/s1600-h/30122009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421127503340711026" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ve65LHI/AAAAAAAAAak/B7h4ZgpVBr8/s400/30122009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2v_cwqqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/kBgx362Mf1I/s1600-h/30122009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421127512072694434" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2v_cwqqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/kBgx362Mf1I/s400/30122009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ux9ehgI/AAAAAAAAAac/8jYYgtgvKng/s1600-h/30122009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421127491271951874" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ux9ehgI/AAAAAAAAAac/8jYYgtgvKng/s400/30122009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu45abfG-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2Zwa-ARTYk4/s1600-h/30122009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421129872957184994" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu45abfG-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2Zwa-ARTYk4/s400/30122009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Started with the usual stroll down town, followed by a catch up session at Far East filled with plenty and of new stories, past memories and future plans. Then we went up top for my favourite Beef Flied Lice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yummmmmmmmmmy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wipes&lt;/span&gt; drool away, oops. Anyway, went window shopping after and to my total amazement Alex still can shop like a girl. I mean that in a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;complimental&lt;/span&gt; way. And Yes, I do realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;complimental&lt;/span&gt; is not a word but it fits the situation perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What to do, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu63pmQfVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/95miuS-lYYY/s1600-h/lol+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421132041692413266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu63pmQfVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/95miuS-lYYY/s400/lol+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6731724682464497369?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6731724682464497369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6731724682464497369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6731724682464497369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6731724682464497369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Szu2ugwqqpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uT4dhkIrdWA/s72-c/30122009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3672664903880969073</id><published>2009-12-30T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:29:32.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleopatra Step a-side</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFXvFX1oI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3d5wdxIStcM/s1600-h/PC290001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425084237711136386" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFXvFX1oI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3d5wdxIStcM/s400/PC290001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a trip to the National Museum today with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;, Zack &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kahar&lt;/span&gt;. I know, random right? But well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with a camera in one hand and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cigg&lt;/span&gt; in the other we went to look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Egyptian&lt;/span&gt; Exhibit- It was filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hieroglyphiced&lt;/span&gt; scribes, Ancient Tombs &amp;amp; no duh, Mummies. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mummie&lt;/span&gt;- Singular! I wish i lived back in those times but as like a Queen. You know, all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;donned&lt;/span&gt; with gold and having perfect cat-eyed eyeliner. Everything was so beautiful. The myths, the sculptures, the Gods &amp;amp; all. No wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;infatuated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip back to Ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt; we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Paranakan&lt;/span&gt; Museum. Explored for a while whilst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt; caused a major- MAJOR disturbance with her camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came dinner at Pasta Mania &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; by a total arse whooping at pool. Obviously the arse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whoopin&lt;/span&gt; was not given by me for i sucked. Actually sucked is an absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt; in this case. Lets look at the facts. Games I played= 5, games I won= 2- Both won by default due to the boys potting the black ball accidentally. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; I should be the ultimate Goddess of Pool but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically fabulously random day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFZgChXAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fnSqy00kbIA/s1600-h/PC290078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425084268032384002" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFZgChXAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fnSqy00kbIA/s400/PC290078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFYlVCgoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8_Hzy9LLjqs/s1600-h/PC290216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425084252272362114" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFYlVCgoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8_Hzy9LLjqs/s400/PC290216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFYN0LgeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1rqmix7lAxM/s1600-h/PC290023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425084245960524258" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFYN0LgeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1rqmix7lAxM/s400/PC290023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3672664903880969073?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3672664903880969073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3672664903880969073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3672664903880969073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3672664903880969073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/cleopatra-step-side.html' title='Cleopatra Step a-side'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/S0nFXvFX1oI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3d5wdxIStcM/s72-c/PC290001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8358186354549969237</id><published>2009-12-28T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:09:28.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach</title><content type='html'>Today has truly been one of the best days i've had in a very long time. Yes DAY. I actually went out in the daytime. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the trees were...uhm...doing what trees do? Swaying i guess? Anyway i didnt really pay that much attention to the trees but thats not the point and i think im going off track, just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the ever wonderful, sarcastic, hilarious Ms Phiri today to have one last hangout before she leaves back to her South Africa. Sean joined too which was a great investment because he just got paid &amp;amp; so he decided that we were well worth his money. WOW. I just made me and Ruth sound like prostitutes ok. To be clear, me and ruth are not..i repeat..are not prostitutes and by 'well worth his money' I meant he paid for pretty much everything because we are like Fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first just hung around town. Ran into my Alex =] Awwwwwwww Alex. We have just discovered our mutual love for Josh William Beech, ahh, sexiness connecting people everywhere. Anywho we went back to doing the usual things before we went to see Avatar at Cine. Who btw is damn sexy, (the blue one, not the white guy-even though they are the same guy. I think i have a thing for tall, lanky guys, either that or blue ones? oh i dont know. Maybe it's a new fetish of mine) Anywho, we hung more- contemplated getting fake tattoos- Sean, a Hello Kitty on his Ass and I, Lips on my neck. But realization of how stupid we would look hit us and we decided it might not be the best idea. So we decided to watch another movie, Sherlock Holmes down at The Cathay. Jude Law + Robert Downey Jr = AHMAFAKINGGODORGAZMZZZZTOTHEMAX. Afterwards, we said fair well to Sean Sugar Daddy and Ruth &amp;amp; I met up with Taz n his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the night by walking Ruth back to her hotel, said our final goodbyes and i got whizzed off home in a cab. At which point i was pretty shattered and ready to collapse in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzkA99teFbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IkPZvePbWBk/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364691054400946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzkA99teFbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IkPZvePbWBk/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8358186354549969237?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8358186354549969237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8358186354549969237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8358186354549969237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8358186354549969237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/bellend.html' title='Bleach'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzkA99teFbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IkPZvePbWBk/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1609195308812697328</id><published>2009-12-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:59:53.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?</title><content type='html'>If I dont think about it, it wont affect me. Out of sight- out of mind, out of mind- out of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcEq9asg3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FknjqRNQR6w/s1600-h/normal_7~0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419805812651230066" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcEq9asg3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FknjqRNQR6w/s320/normal_7~0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcE28kDKBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_SgYi8K-RdA/s1600-h/gqrachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419806018580457490" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcE28kDKBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_SgYi8K-RdA/s320/gqrachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcEqaH9tvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wufxcgo4HpQ/s1600-h/normal_6~0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419805803177424626" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcEqaH9tvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wufxcgo4HpQ/s320/normal_6~0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how it works right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1609195308812697328?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1609195308812697328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1609195308812697328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1609195308812697328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1609195308812697328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-youre-taught-to-love-everyone-to.html' title='When you&apos;re taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzcEq9asg3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FknjqRNQR6w/s72-c/normal_7~0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4534396753033915937</id><published>2009-12-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:41:59.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoe, Hoe, Hoe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanity was always my favourite Sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glamour was always my favourite Weapon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Revenge was always my favourite Crime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envy was always my favourite Poison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love was always my favourite Hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fame was always my favourite Motive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite strange how alone I feel. I've lost a lot of friends in the past but they never had an effect on my life so never did I give a second thought about it. But now i've lost friends that actually meant something to me. It's weird not to feel the security I once felt. It's actually quite scary. You're friend count doesn't mean anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4534396753033915937?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4534396753033915937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4534396753033915937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4534396753033915937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4534396753033915937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoe-hoe-hoe.html' title='Hoe, Hoe, Hoe.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4360604030681913801</id><published>2009-12-26T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:40:28.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your Coins, I want Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzZYkEe4TBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X2BH1C2Aj58/s1600-h/sex_and_the_city_quote-2605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419616578288765970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzZYkEe4TBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X2BH1C2Aj58/s400/sex_and_the_city_quote-2605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is one thing I will never understand about you its how you always manage to reverse a situation and manage to either a) blame me for things, making you look like the innocent party and me look like I've just committed 2 murders, 3 bank robberies and a hit &amp;amp; run or b) convince yourself that you are right. Always have been, always are and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed is that you're pretty good at making ideas look like they were all yours from the start and that i had nothing to do with them. Even thought they kinda were all 100% mine. Oh bloody hell, another one just came to me. Silly me how could I forget.. You believe you have the power to solve and control every situation, even though your idea of solving/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt; is to just say what you want and not let me have my say at all. Oh and why stop here, and this is a real kicker...ready? You have fully assured yourself that you actually know me. HA. Boy you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know me, you have no idea about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Holy Hell. Since we are on the topic and more reasons keep coming to me I would just like to say how it never ceases to amaze me how you can do ALL THE ABOVE in one phone call, i repeat, ONE phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Romeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4360604030681913801?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4360604030681913801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4360604030681913801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4360604030681913801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4360604030681913801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-your-coins-i-want-change.html' title='Keep your Coins, I want Change.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SzZYkEe4TBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X2BH1C2Aj58/s72-c/sex_and_the_city_quote-2605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6746876319702384689</id><published>2009-12-26T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:37:58.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs</title><content type='html'>New Song Obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs&lt;br /&gt;Rihannah ft Will.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a little story I’ve gotta tell&lt;br /&gt;Bout this boy I know so well&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day was cool and all&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love, I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Thought he was the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Other boys I could not see&lt;br /&gt;And look what happened to our love&lt;br /&gt;I’m like how could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been me and you&lt;br /&gt;It could have been you and me&lt;br /&gt;Boy you broke my heart and now I’m standing here&lt;br /&gt;It should have been me and you&lt;br /&gt;It could have been you and me&lt;br /&gt;Now all I got are these photographs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got, all I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got are these photographs&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got, all I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing without you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing without you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby it’s killing me&lt;br /&gt;I’m saying it’s killing me&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you went around&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m falling down&lt;br /&gt;I need me a remedy&lt;br /&gt;Been looking for remedies&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be around&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m hurting now&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re a better man&lt;br /&gt;When I was your girl&lt;br /&gt;This land is a better land&lt;br /&gt;When you’re in my world&lt;br /&gt;Today will be better babe&lt;br /&gt;If it were like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;So happy and lovely hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got, all I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got are these photographs&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got, all I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing without you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing without you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got are these photographs&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I used to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;But you’re all that I have that I had&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna lose what we built this far&lt;br /&gt;This is me and you, you’re my superstar&lt;br /&gt;I’d give anything, baby here’s my heart&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will.i.am)&lt;br /&gt;My heart don’t stop, my heart be beating over&lt;br /&gt;My loving never stop, even though that it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Girl I’ve been reminiscing when I play that Casanova&lt;br /&gt;Way back when we was kissing on your granmomma’s sofa&lt;br /&gt;Girl I got this lovey dovey o my photo album&lt;br /&gt;I got them pictures back when I was rocking Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;You had your Guess jeans on looking sexy, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Girl why could it not be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I be the one?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t you be the one?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t you be the one?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got, all I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve got, all I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing without you, you, you,&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing without you, you, you,&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, is nothing without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, is nothing without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got, all I've got are these photographs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6746876319702384689?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6746876319702384689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6746876319702384689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6746876319702384689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6746876319702384689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/photographs.html' title='Photographs'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6825661514160230341</id><published>2009-12-25T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:23:24.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Whipped.</title><content type='html'>Jamie Oliver- Step aside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nigella&lt;/span&gt; Lawson- Who needs ya? Bring on the magical kitchen wonders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shikin&lt;/span&gt;, Julia &amp;amp; Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;. The girls got together to make a meal for the guys and a spectacular meal too, even if i say so myself. Le Menu goes as followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison of Choice-Wine&lt;br /&gt;First Course: Salad with marinated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Calamari&lt;/span&gt; and Prawn, flambeed tomatoes and lemon.&lt;br /&gt;Main: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Linguine&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Macaroni served with Pasta sauce, fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dori&lt;/span&gt; fish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese&lt;br /&gt;Desert: Strawberries, blueberries &amp;amp; kiwi, served with melted chocolate and icing sugar. oh and you can't forget the whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a cute day, hanging with the girls in the afternoon. Food shopping @ Downtown east, cooking @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shikins&lt;/span&gt; place then lastly ending up at Pasir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; park for a picnic with the boys. Photos are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dread full&lt;/span&gt; so they will not be making an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unkrypted&lt;/span&gt; any time soon. A little too much wine caused me to go a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;loco&lt;/span&gt;- but in a merry way. After all it is the season to be jolly. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falalalala..lala..la..la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6825661514160230341?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6825661514160230341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6825661514160230341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6825661514160230341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6825661514160230341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-whipped.html' title='Oh Whipped.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3277132391432403969</id><published>2009-12-21T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:05:34.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roarrrr; I'm a lion.</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a very long &amp;amp; a very exhausting, but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; good day out indeed. And by good I mean insanely hot, smelly and semi factual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had an early start at 9am and took an unexpected trip to the Singapore Zoo. I know, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marshalls&lt;/span&gt; Day Out right? Who would have guessed my mother and father actually cared about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; zoo? I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; when upon leaving my mother said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not going back there ever again-ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; well, I just like the Cats, Snakes &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; felt when you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;animals&lt;/span&gt; mating..and you realise you parents are standing right next to you watching the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the zoo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Adalayyyy&lt;/span&gt; came picked me up and we headed for dinner. I thought I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; amazing &amp;amp; pay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;batchas&lt;/span&gt;, i paid, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;adalayy&lt;/span&gt; put in a fiver. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; at the new cool hangout place Upper Pierce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Reservoirs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;. Went home and found my parents missing- later found out they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; drunk &amp;amp; karaoke-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on met up with Raul -could there be a hotter name? Bet you $10 you can't guess where we went. Starts with a P and ends with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ierce&lt;/span&gt; Reservoir. Hung with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Barrons&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Redbull&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Nexts&lt;/span&gt;. Laid in the grass while helping Mr Bartender learn how to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Missletoe&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tini&lt;/span&gt;, Christmas Jones &amp;amp; a Red Rudolf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Home. Bed. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3277132391432403969?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3277132391432403969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3277132391432403969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3277132391432403969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3277132391432403969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/roarrrr-im-lion.html' title='Roarrrr; I&apos;m a lion.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4399356844517391507</id><published>2009-12-18T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:17:57.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear Taz,&lt;br /&gt;Between &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707136470"&gt;Tabrij Ahmed Jobaer&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=501391828"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="GBThreadMessageRow_Image_Link" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=501391828"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=501391828"&gt;Kate Hannah Marshall&lt;/a&gt; December 18 at 1:31am&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy you can finally go and persue the right kind of love now. I just wish you would have told me sooner about everything that was going on. They say 'you don't know what you've got till its gone'. I hope you realise that I made a mistake and as soon as I lost you I realised and tried to get you back but it was too late and that's my problem-I have to live with it. You're a messed up guy and im a messed up girl. We have so many things going on with our lives right now and we have too many issues which clash. All I can do is wish you well. Good luck with your life- love, work, everything. But just promise me that you will change, start caring about other people and other people will care about you. Just don't mess with me, play around with me, lead me on with your actions and words because i will fall again but this time i wont be able to get back up. I guess the roles have reversed and I am fucked. Good luck,So long.Kate Marshall ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4399356844517391507?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4399356844517391507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4399356844517391507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4399356844517391507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4399356844517391507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter.html' title='The letter.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4401973202736616745</id><published>2009-12-14T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:26:33.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Syc_LFDmEmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FoEVUUq8H0/s1600-h/preZO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415366536504676962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Syc_LFDmEmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FoEVUUq8H0/s400/preZO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night- ZOUKOUT BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 hours of continuous Music, Drinks, Friends, Cigs &amp;amp; Sand. Ran into long lost people &amp;amp; missed out on seeing some long lost friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out the night by sitting in a taxi for an hour trying to get onto Sentosa closly followed by Champaign in the carpark, vodka on the void, bacardi on the boardwalk &amp;amp; beer on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SydAaaZqBfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fRkIxuF26g0/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415375965435003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SydHv6jxBFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Zku-XTlx_5s/s400/blog+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while things got BUSY. Danced around in Wavehouse. Met a really nice guy &amp;amp; when to the restricted area x] pssh. DONT THINK NAUGHTY THOUGHTS. I'm a good girl. Faked a called to meet back with Shikin to go to Armin Van Buuren! Ran into Bakram- owwww yeah &amp;amp; Adam- pwahhhh &amp;amp; then the night went on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is now extremely low meaning ima be MIA for a while, a LONG while, a LONG LONG while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4401973202736616745?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4401973202736616745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4401973202736616745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4401973202736616745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4401973202736616745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/zouk-out.html' title='Zouk Out'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/Syc_LFDmEmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2FoEVUUq8H0/s72-c/preZO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4193448000117026700</id><published>2009-12-06T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:06:30.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGuVPkrDOeQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGuVPkrDOeQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4193448000117026700?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4193448000117026700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4193448000117026700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4193448000117026700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4193448000117026700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-fire.html' title='Open fire'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-18352084186638812</id><published>2009-12-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:59:42.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your leather studded kiss in the sand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxvTY4ouX-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZBzvaV64KzU/s1600-h/121.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412151801689300962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxvTY4ouX-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZBzvaV64KzU/s400/121.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want it. 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I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxvTZI8uVkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1SwnVzOnpes/s1600-h/123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412151806068151874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxvTZI8uVkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1SwnVzOnpes/s400/123.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-18352084186638812?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/18352084186638812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=18352084186638812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/18352084186638812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/18352084186638812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-leather-studded-kiss-in.html' title='I want your leather studded kiss in the sand.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxvTY4ouX-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZBzvaV64KzU/s72-c/121.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7601535844102066363</id><published>2009-11-29T02:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:45:13.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're stupid enough to walk away; I'm smart enough to let you go.</title><content type='html'>Main Entry: detestable&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech: adjective&lt;br /&gt;Definition: loathsome, abominable&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: abhorred, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/abhorrent" rel="nofollow"&gt;abhorrent&lt;/a&gt;, accursed, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/atrocious" rel="nofollow"&gt;atrocious&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/awful" rel="nofollow"&gt;awful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/despicable" rel="nofollow"&gt;despicable&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/disgusting" rel="nofollow"&gt;disgusting&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/execrable" rel="nofollow"&gt;execrable&lt;/a&gt;, godawful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grody&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/gross" rel="nofollow"&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hateable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/hateful" rel="nofollow"&gt;hateful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/heinous" rel="nofollow"&gt;heinous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/horrid" rel="nofollow"&gt;horrid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/lousy" rel="nofollow"&gt;lousy&lt;/a&gt;, low-down, maggot, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/monstrous" rel="nofollow"&gt;monstrous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/obnoxious" rel="nofollow"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/odious" rel="nofollow"&gt;odious&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/offensive" rel="nofollow"&gt;offensive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/outrageous" rel="nofollow"&gt;outrageous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/repugnant" rel="nofollow"&gt;repugnant&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/repulsive" rel="nofollow"&gt;repulsive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/revolting" rel="nofollow"&gt;revolting&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/rotten" rel="nofollow"&gt;rotten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/shocking" rel="nofollow"&gt;shocking&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/sorry" rel="nofollow"&gt;sorry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/vile" rel="nofollow"&gt;vile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you are. No, actually you're worse than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;detestable&lt;/span&gt;. You're the utter most selfish person I have ever met. Not only do you take advantage of people but you believe that the world solely revolves around you. Stringing people along until you need to use them. It's a simple case of 'use &amp;amp; abuse' &amp;amp; you're the epitome of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're Stupid enough to walk away; I'm smart enough to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7601535844102066363?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7601535844102066363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7601535844102066363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7601535844102066363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7601535844102066363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-youre-stupid-enough-to-walk-away.html' title='If you&apos;re stupid enough to walk away; I&apos;m smart enough to let you go.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-715805728266680577</id><published>2009-11-29T02:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T02:30:55.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxJNCMiF_dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8EM2UXFfLYk/s1600/Nokia_E63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409470802544688594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxJNCMiF_dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8EM2UXFfLYk/s400/Nokia_E63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotst myself a new phone &amp;amp; let me just say, It is a real beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-715805728266680577?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/715805728266680577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=715805728266680577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/715805728266680577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/715805728266680577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-baby.html' title='My Baby.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SxJNCMiF_dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8EM2UXFfLYk/s72-c/Nokia_E63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3055884195333657742</id><published>2009-11-25T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:12:38.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh GODDAMN Beech</title><content type='html'>I realise i havn't said anything but;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SwzmyofbffI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jY5IfhWUxWU/s1600/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407951010102214130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SwzmyofbffI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jY5IfhWUxWU/s400/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                            Need i say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3055884195333657742?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3055884195333657742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3055884195333657742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3055884195333657742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3055884195333657742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/josh-goddamn-beech.html' title='Josh GODDAMN Beech'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SwzmyofbffI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jY5IfhWUxWU/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-9172336070106804160</id><published>2009-11-24T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:52:32.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Good is the Best revenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; so it shall be. What's done is done. What's gone is gone. Life doesn't stop for anyone. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407945912111421634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SwziJ4_tWMI/AAAAAAAAATs/K36AFuN5Mvk/s400/lady-gaga-out-3%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-9172336070106804160?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/9172336070106804160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=9172336070106804160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/9172336070106804160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/9172336070106804160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-good-is-best-revenge.html' title='Looking Good is the Best revenge.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SwziJ4_tWMI/AAAAAAAAATs/K36AFuN5Mvk/s72-c/lady-gaga-out-3%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7806512276890331990</id><published>2009-11-23T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:53:16.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entwined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-St. Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7806512276890331990?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7806512276890331990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7806512276890331990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7806512276890331990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7806512276890331990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/entwined.html' title='Entwined'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4412087110769378517</id><published>2009-11-18T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:31:20.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; want your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As long as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it’s free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The touch of your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;leather-studded kiss in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want it bad, your bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oooh!)&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers' revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;design &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’re a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as your&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want your&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;psycho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vertigo&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Want you in my rear &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby you're &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know that I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;('Cause I'm a freak bitch baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want a bad, bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers' revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walk, walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Je veux ton amour&lt;br /&gt;Et je veux ta revanche&lt;br /&gt;Je veux ton amour&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers' revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4412087110769378517?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4412087110769378517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4412087110769378517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4412087110769378517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4412087110769378517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7123392019276309794</id><published>2009-11-18T00:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:09:11.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' British Humour.</title><content type='html'>KATE.MARSHALL. We need to meet up, it has been like years, i am getting withdrawl symptoms! What are you doing thursday? Nothing you say? Great! We are now meeting up at some point... And if you are in class i hope youre phone goes off really loud with one of ur rude ringtones :)&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;17-Nov-2009&lt;br /&gt;12:60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I love that Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7123392019276309794?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7123392019276309794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7123392019276309794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7123392019276309794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7123392019276309794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-ol-british-humour.html' title='Good Ol&apos; British Humour.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-3518935133669026456</id><published>2009-11-11T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:24:01.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimatum.</title><content type='html'>I said; Friends or Nothing&lt;br /&gt;You said; Relationship or Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, The choice was clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/08/09 - 12/11/09 &amp;amp; finally 24/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-3518935133669026456?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/3518935133669026456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=3518935133669026456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3518935133669026456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/3518935133669026456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultimatum.html' title='The Ultimatum.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-562036440211594181</id><published>2009-11-07T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:58:11.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop Vamp.</title><content type='html'>Falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have a feeling you're not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-562036440211594181?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/562036440211594181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=562036440211594181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/562036440211594181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/562036440211594181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/whoop-vamp.html' title='Whoop Vamp.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1610413260564478985</id><published>2009-11-06T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:58:57.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love life, in Lyrics.</title><content type='html'>Ne-Yo. Round &amp;amp; Round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby when we first met&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of fly that I couldn't predict your mood&lt;br /&gt;Said I could never guess (so) and it was the best (so)&lt;br /&gt;Not like any other dude&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man&lt;br /&gt;I don't really really know&lt;br /&gt;But before my eyes I saw the good you leave&lt;br /&gt;And the bad you start to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take it (can't take it)&lt;br /&gt;No I just can't take it (No)&lt;br /&gt;So we ain't gon make it (ain't gon make it)&lt;br /&gt;This is relationship and gon make it (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all this Round and Round we go&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide if you wanna be trife or treat me right&lt;br /&gt;So round &amp;amp; round we go&lt;br /&gt;While I decided don't wanna ride anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round &amp;amp; Round&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round &amp;amp; around and around&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go, round and round we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round and round we go&lt;br /&gt;Don't get excited anymore when you're sweet to me&lt;br /&gt;Because I know one, two, three minutes later&lt;br /&gt;You'll be right back to being mean&lt;br /&gt;It's flowers on a Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday you're hating me&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's makeup sex is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;What will you be Thursday, will it be friendly&lt;br /&gt;or will I again be sleeping with the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Thought So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and Round we go&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide if you wanna be trife or treat me right&lt;br /&gt;So round &amp;amp; round we go&lt;br /&gt;While I decided don't wanna ride anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round &amp;amp; Round &amp;amp; Round&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round &amp;amp; around and around&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go, round and round we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me, look at me, so damn dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Tryina keep, tryina keep, trying to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're Doctor Jeckyll and Mister Hyde&lt;br /&gt;Slowly ruining my life for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Round and Round we go, Round &amp;amp; Round we go&lt;br /&gt;Round and Round we go&lt;br /&gt;You can't decide if you wanna be trife or treat me right&lt;br /&gt;So round &amp;amp; round we go&lt;br /&gt;While I decided don't wanna ride anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round &amp;amp; around &amp;amp; around&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round and around and around&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go, round and round we go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round and around and around&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of you taking me Round and around and around&lt;br /&gt;Round &amp;amp; Round we go, round &amp;amp; round we go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1610413260564478985?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1610413260564478985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1610413260564478985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1610413260564478985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1610413260564478985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love-life-in-lyrics.html' title='My love life, in Lyrics.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1084130515817550291</id><published>2009-11-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:16:47.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thrill of the Chase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. Now is time for the mega guy bitchfest. Starting in 3, 2, sorry i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he thinks he's Mr Perfect while he's telling me whats 'wrong' with me. Uhmm I don't think so. Telling me to change won't make me want to, infact it will make me want to do the opposite. The part that pisses me off is his selfishness. Sometimes all he did was care about himself and what he wanted. Mr One minute I love you. One minute I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he's just an insey winsey bit paranoid. SCRATCH THAT. VERY paranoid. Who's that guy you were talking too? Who are you texting? Stop texting him okay? Ok to be honest i did kinda like that. It showed me he cared but when it comes to the point of telling me NOT to text one of my close friends thats when it because annoying. &amp;amp; what is it with guys trying to make you jealous? Either he truely was doing it to make me jealous like he says or he was being serious in what he was saying. I guess i'll never know. Here are a few cases taken out of the Jealousy File.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case numero uno. The facebook relationship Status change. xxxxxx xxxxx xxxxxx is now in a relationship with xxxxx xxxxxxx. "I dont like her. I did it because u pissed me off &amp;amp; never came to meet me when I wanted you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case numero dos. The I-wanna-fuck-your-friend idea. "Why else do you think I asked her to hook up with me &amp;amp; tell her not to tell you. Of course she is going to tell you. She's your best friend. I just wanted to make you jealous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case numero tres. The 'Hey Girls, How you doin' incident. "Ha, you really think i would go for them? You were giving your number to that guy..I had to do something so you would know how it makes me feel seeing like that with guys. I wanted to make you jealous"&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see my point here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not fully to blame. It takes two to Tango and I added more fuel to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kinda girl that likes the thrill of the chase &amp;amp; when i finally get what i want..i dont want it anymore. It's Simple. Whether that'll change about me or not i'll have to see. I dont know how to change that about me. I can't help that about me! Im sorry but it's just like as soon as i get something i want i either realise a) It wasnt as good as it looked b) I get totally bored c) I find something better or d) I just like being the girl whose causes trouble. But talking to a friend of mine has made me think that i'm just not ready for a relationship. I need to grow up, mature. He said he went through the same thing at my age and got out of it when he was 21 &amp;amp; i realised i will get out of this phase. I just dont think it's anything i can control right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400668791329011170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SvMHpti0NeI/AAAAAAAAATc/NsxhEbpQdn0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what i want, when i want &amp;amp; there is nothing you can do to stop me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400668450500839170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SvMHV33DBwI/AAAAAAAAATU/Dd7uKZeSrE0/s400/223559bn6qtz56ki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1084130515817550291?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1084130515817550291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1084130515817550291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1084130515817550291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1084130515817550291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/thrill-of-chase.html' title='The Thrill of the Chase.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/SvMHpti0NeI/AAAAAAAAATc/NsxhEbpQdn0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8156245034645084767</id><published>2009-11-05T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:56:44.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Drinker; not a Fighter.</title><content type='html'>WOW. So much to catch up on. Well not really. Just been doing the same boring things with the same un-boring people. But on the otherhand uni has been ow so FABULOUS. Made some new friends who I went clubbing with on wednesday &amp;amp; can i just say for the record Butterfactory is Wa Da Fa awesome &amp;amp; St. James Powerhouse (well, what I can remember of it) is very uuhhm Drop Dead Wew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the begining.&lt;br /&gt;26th October. School. My time table is so slack. I have Thursdays off which i believe is a personal sign from god..(or just the school co-ordinater) that I should you my boobs to their full advantage &amp;amp; go to Ladies night. Hallelujah. Anywho. Got some fitties in my class. pwahhh. Fit as Fuck I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th October. Moved house. I am now no longer a Kovan/Serangoon girl but a...... HA. As if i'm gonna put online where i stay now. You have got to be kidding me. Room is starting to look like a room &amp;amp; not a wearhouse full of boxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th November. Butterfactory &amp;amp; St. James.&lt;br /&gt;I was a Butterfact &amp;amp; St. J Virgin untill yesterday. I got soo wasted. Like everybody shut up or i'm going to be sick wasted. Had 12 glasses of Alcohol. 4 Vodka Sprites, 3 Orange n Chivas, 2 Whisky n Cokes and 3 glasses of God knows what. Not a pretty sight. All i remember was trying to get the German guys number. Having some guy 'WOW' my boobs. Trying to get into Powerhouse, but failing &amp;amp; talking to Paris guy. I bet i made a great impression on the class mates though. o.O All i have to say is uni is going to be pretty interesting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8156245034645084767?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8156245034645084767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8156245034645084767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8156245034645084767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8156245034645084767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-drinker-not-fighter.html' title='I&apos;m a Drinker; not a Fighter.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4533332621319910789</id><published>2009-10-24T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:00:19.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol Tollerence.</title><content type='html'>For the past week i have been out a total number of 4 times &amp;amp; i also know that i said "We're getting Wasted/Drunk/Fucked-up" about 4000 more times. But did we get 'wasted/drunk/fucked up? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know...why don't you ask my blood system why it's so hard to take the little alcohol particles or molecules or whatever the fuck you call them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dissolve&lt;/span&gt; it or diffuse it into my cells. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; right bitches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scientifically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4533332621319910789?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4533332621319910789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4533332621319910789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4533332621319910789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4533332621319910789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/alcohol-tollerence.html' title='Alcohol Tollerence.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4901758377855500541</id><published>2009-10-23T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:13:30.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going.</title><content type='html'>UNIVERSITY ON MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;- Kate Hannah Marshall will be a University Student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did this happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4901758377855500541?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4901758377855500541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4901758377855500541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4901758377855500541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4901758377855500541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-going.html' title='I&apos;m not going.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-234745183940004064</id><published>2009-10-23T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:01:15.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Vs Weight.</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with guys? Why do they want you to be so perfect? They would do anything to change you without even the slightest consideration about how you feel or maybe thats just me and my situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kate, Straighten your hair"- How about no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kate, Go to the gym"- uhhmm na, i think i'll pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kate, Don't wear makeup"- Hell no sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I dont think guys realise is girls want to be loved for who they are &amp;amp; when guys come and try and change them they feel the opposite. Ughhh Why do guys want the perfect girl anyway? To show off to their friends? It shouldn't matter what other people think about the relationship. It all depends on the two people in the relationship. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-234745183940004064?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/234745183940004064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=234745183940004064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/234745183940004064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/234745183940004064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-vs-weight.html' title='Love Vs Weight.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-6830994354812755181</id><published>2009-10-16T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:02:32.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooooooh. Your Sex is on Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StkzqJmiWnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/a2lFvTx4vx8/s1600-h/ron+COPY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398827977955954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StkzqJmiWnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/a2lFvTx4vx8/s400/ron+COPY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm lame. But i'm in love &amp;amp; have ph&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StkxS2sJqTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KEDMBRFfVqU/s1600-h/ron+COPY.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;otoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-6830994354812755181?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/6830994354812755181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=6830994354812755181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6830994354812755181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/6830994354812755181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/oooooooooh-your-sex-is-on-fire.html' title='oooooooooh. Your Sex is on Fire.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StkzqJmiWnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/a2lFvTx4vx8/s72-c/ron+COPY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2315151912507788452</id><published>2009-10-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:47:14.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because 2 can keep a Secret; When one of us is DEAD.</title><content type='html'>Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you smile &lt;br /&gt;Like you have told a secret&lt;br /&gt;Now you're telling lies&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the one to keep it&lt;br /&gt;But no one keeps a secret&lt;br /&gt;No one keeps a secret&lt;br /&gt;Why when we do our darkest deeds&lt;br /&gt;Do we tell?&lt;br /&gt;They burn in our brains&lt;br /&gt;Become a living hell&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone tells&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now you're getting sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Are you hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;By secrets that you're keeping?&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're keeping&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're keeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken]&lt;br /&gt;Alison?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;I have something I want to tell you, but&lt;br /&gt;you have to promise to never tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear on your life?&lt;br /&gt;I swear on my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end spoken]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;(chorus x 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of us is…. Dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2315151912507788452?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2315151912507788452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2315151912507788452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2315151912507788452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2315151912507788452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-2-can-keep-secret-when-one-of.html' title='Because 2 can keep a Secret; When one of us is DEAD.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1982755118665415842</id><published>2009-10-12T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:50:30.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol, Some of the Best Times, You'll Never Remember.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten drunk in a VERY long time &amp;amp; therefore I only feel that it is necessary to indeed get drunk this weekend. Not only is the lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drunkenness&lt;/span&gt; a reason to drink but this weekend may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; be my last weekend out. Wanna know why? Cos i- Kate Hannah Marshall will be a university student come the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October. I have orientation next week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Awesomeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; starting a new school means I have to buy a whole new &lt;em&gt;'school appropriate'&lt;/em&gt; wardrobe. No Boobs. =o Shocking I know. Well, we all know what this means...Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  just wish that one day, someone would take me out &amp;amp; buy me everything I wanted. I mean EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1982755118665415842?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1982755118665415842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1982755118665415842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1982755118665415842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1982755118665415842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/alcohol-some-of-best-times-youll-never.html' title='Alcohol, Some of the Best Times, You&apos;ll Never Remember.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-336959696539490629</id><published>2009-10-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:08:54.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sexy Mofoka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StHohWId3cI/AAAAAAAAASc/9llRq3XCczI/s1600-h/7233_1244818207519_1441298471_30722591_3532811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391345888513613250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StHohWId3cI/AAAAAAAAASc/9llRq3XCczI/s400/7233_1244818207519_1441298471_30722591_3532811_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I've got a lesbian obsession with that Fabulous woman above. Angelina Jolie. Those lips, those eyes, that mysterious persona. Epitome of Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-336959696539490629?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/336959696539490629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=336959696539490629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/336959696539490629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/336959696539490629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-sexy-mofoka.html' title='One Sexy Mofoka.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HghY6vdLLss/StHohWId3cI/AAAAAAAAASc/9llRq3XCczI/s72-c/7233_1244818207519_1441298471_30722591_3532811_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-2357658545354652722</id><published>2009-10-08T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:56:29.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Guess Life Happened.</title><content type='html'>Looks like ive totally lost you as a friend. Well guess life happened. Nothing new&lt;br /&gt;- Nikita De Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE what she put as her Facebook Status. I am tempted to put it as mine but untill then, on my blog is shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-2357658545354652722?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/2357658545354652722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=2357658545354652722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2357658545354652722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/2357658545354652722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-guess-life-happened.html' title='Well Guess Life Happened.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8047034696278885906</id><published>2009-10-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:01:28.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Charisma, Shotgun Wedding.</title><content type='html'>Baby, baby. When we first met.I never felt something so strong.You were like my lover.And my best friend.All wrapped into one.With a ribbon on it.And all of a sudden.You went, left.I didn't know how to follow.It's like a shot.That spun me around.And now my heart left.I feel so empty and hollow.And I'll never give myself to another.The way I gave it to you.Don't even recognize.The ways you hurt me.Do you?.It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back.And you're the one to blame.And now I feel like, oh.You're the reason.Why I'm thinking.I don't wanna smoke on.These cigarettes no more.I guess that's what I get.For wishful thinking.I should've never let you enter my door.Next time you wanna go on and leave.I should just let you go on and do it.Cause now I'm using like I believe.It's like I checked into rehab and.Baby, you're my disease.It's like I checked into rehab and.Baby, you're my disease.I gotta check into rehab.'Cause baby you're my disease.I gotta check into rehab.'Cause baby you're my disease.&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn, Ain't it crazy when you're love swept?.You'll do anything for the one you love.'Cause anytime that you needed me.I'd be there.It's like you were my favorite drug.The only problem is.That you was using me.In a different way that I was using you.But now that I know, it's not meant to be.You gotta go, I gotta win myself off of you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;And I'll never give myself to another.The way I gave it to you.Don't even recognize.The ways you hurt me.Do you?It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back.And you're the one to blame.And now I feel like, oh.You're the reason.Why I'm thinking.I don't wanna smoke on.These cigarettes no more.I guess that's what I get.For wishful thinking.I should've never let you enter my door.Next time you wanna go on and leave.I should just let you go on and do it.Cause now I'm using like I believe.It's like I checked into rehab and.Baby, you're my disease.It's like I checked into rehab and.Baby, you're my disease.I gotta check into rehab.'Cause baby you're my disease.I gotta check into rehab.'Cause baby you're my disease.Now ladies, gimme that.Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Oh, now gimme that.Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Now ladies, gimme that.Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Oh, now gimme that.Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh.OhYou're the reason.Why I'm thinking.I don't wanna smoke on These cigarettes no more.I guess that's what I get.For wishful thinking.I should've never let you enter my door.Next time you wanna go on and leave.I should just let you go on and do it.Cause now I'm using I believe.It's like I checked into rehab and.Baby, you're my disease.It's like I checked into rehab and.Baby, you're my disease.I gotta check into rehab.'Cause baby you're my disease.I gotta check into rehab.'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8047034696278885906?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8047034696278885906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8047034696278885906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8047034696278885906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8047034696278885906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/cold-charisma-shotgun-wedding.html' title='Cold Charisma, Shotgun Wedding.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-750012294432244916</id><published>2009-10-05T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:18:03.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta check into Rehab, Baby You're my Disease.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking for the past 2 days &amp;amp; I've come to the conclusion that I'm feeling like this because-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- You were the one that said "It's finished, it's over"  &amp;amp; not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- I only want you because I can't have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or C- I honestly do love you. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate that word, let me just be sick &amp;amp; i'll be right back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-750012294432244916?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/750012294432244916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=750012294432244916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/750012294432244916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/750012294432244916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotta-check-into-rehab-baby-youre-my.html' title='Gotta check into Rehab, Baby You&apos;re my Disease.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-559982243813572489</id><published>2009-10-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:54:50.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo</title><content type='html'>Is it really so difficult to tell a good action from a bad one? I think one usually knows right away or a moment afterward, in a horrid flash of regret.&lt;br /&gt;-Mary McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is an emotion I can't help but feel. People say, "Don't look back at the past. Think towards the future", Is that possible? How can people turn off different parts of their emotions on command? How can you not help but remember the bad things you've done &amp;amp; how can you forget the things you wish never happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. I'm starting to get sick of this scene.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new start to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a break for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-559982243813572489?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/559982243813572489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=559982243813572489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/559982243813572489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/559982243813572489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/10/taboo.html' title='Taboo'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-8098707376887162042</id><published>2009-09-26T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:29:54.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>похоть &amp; зависти</title><content type='html'>The Aquarian's chilly rationality upsets the sentimental moonchild, who craves intense emotion. These two signs are so alien to one another their relationship practically develops an allergic rash on contact. Aquarius values reality; Cancer trusts only intuition. Soon misunderstanding has settled in, widening the gap in the couple. In this struggle, the broken heart is always that of the moonchild. Be forewarned and proceed at your own risk: the stars frown on any union of these two signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter Note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll identify with — and fall in love with — those born between 9 February and 18 February. You’ll have great friendships with these people; their zaniness is attractive, in a weird and wonderful way — they’re just different enough. They are also far more likely than other Aquarians to have relatively settled lifestyles. This gives you the best of both worlds – excitement and a bit of stability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-8098707376887162042?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/8098707376887162042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=8098707376887162042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8098707376887162042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/8098707376887162042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='похоть &amp; зависти'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-4288161552841964456</id><published>2009-09-24T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:26:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La cocaina no es buena para su salud</title><content type='html'>I DON'T FUCKING GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;..Just when I think there is something there&lt;br /&gt;....&amp;amp; that everything, for once in my life, is going perfect&lt;br /&gt;......You change EVERYTHING and push me back to square 1&lt;br /&gt;.........I dont understand you. Never have and I dont think I ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dass effect to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;-lets just say I think I have a little too much smoke in my lungs for the time being. I need to let it all out &amp;amp; breath normally again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-4288161552841964456?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/4288161552841964456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=4288161552841964456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4288161552841964456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/4288161552841964456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/09/eraserewind.html' title='La cocaina no es buena para su salud'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-7248607968545417751</id><published>2009-09-18T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:13:08.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He broke into my Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Once in a house on a hill&lt;br /&gt;A boy got angry&lt;br /&gt;He broke into my heart&lt;br /&gt;For a day and a night&lt;br /&gt;I stayed beside him&lt;br /&gt;Until I had no hope&lt;br /&gt;So I came down the hill&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was hurt&lt;br /&gt;But then I started to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It shouldn't hurt me to be free&lt;br /&gt;It's what I really need&lt;br /&gt;To pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;But if it's so good being free&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind telling me&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's a bar by the dock&lt;br /&gt;Where I found myself&lt;br /&gt;Drinking with this man&lt;br /&gt;He offered me a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And I accepted&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's been a very long time&lt;br /&gt;As it burned 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the boy&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It shouldn't hurt me to be free&lt;br /&gt;It's what I really need&lt;br /&gt;To pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;But if it's so good being free&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind telling me&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;But if it's so good being free&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind telling me&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;But if it's so good being free&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind telling me&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-7248607968545417751?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/7248607968545417751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=7248607968545417751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7248607968545417751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/7248607968545417751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpwww.html' title='He broke into my Heart.'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1154337119373244403.post-1048792721548756211</id><published>2009-09-17T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:32:34.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, Floor</title><content type='html'>Went to Social house dressed as school girls with Laura n Elise on Wednesday. LOL. Was fun, except for looking after the drunken. =/ Ahhhh well things got better as the night went on. Ended up getting home just intime to say goodbye to the parentals. They're going away for a while &amp;amp; I'm home all alone x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp;amp; her boy Adam came over today, chilled at the Coffee Shop below me. Locals Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooooooooooo Amazing Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Smile- Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it&lt;br /&gt;but you've got a secret smile&lt;br /&gt;And you use it only for me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it&lt;br /&gt;but you've got a secret smile&lt;br /&gt;And you use it only for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So use it and prove it&lt;br /&gt;Remove this whirling sadness&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing, I'm bluesing&lt;br /&gt;But you can save me from madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it&lt;br /&gt;but you've got a secret smile&lt;br /&gt;And you use it only for me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it&lt;br /&gt;but you've got a secret smile&lt;br /&gt;And you use it only for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So save me I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing, hear me pleading&lt;br /&gt;And soothe me, improve me&lt;br /&gt;I'm grieving, I'm barely believing now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are flying&lt;br /&gt;around and around the world&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lying alonely&lt;br /&gt;I know there's something&lt;br /&gt;sacred and free reserved&lt;br /&gt;And received by me only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1154337119373244403-1048792721548756211?l=unkrypted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/feeds/1048792721548756211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1154337119373244403&amp;postID=1048792721548756211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1048792721548756211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1154337119373244403/posts/default/1048792721548756211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkrypted.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-tequila-2-tequila-3-tequila-floor.html' title='1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, Floor'/><author><name>Kate Hannah Marshall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02898148548200248516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
