<?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-8846427065060895259</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:44.409-07:00</updated><category term='the day he lied.'/><title type='text'>never underestimate the "idle" mind</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"bolder, sharper, and straight to the point"&lt;/center&gt;
discover the things i think about whenever i'm sitting around doing nothing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846427065060895259.post-3655822783848080725</id><published>2007-08-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:28:47.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't break the chain or else...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;That is the dumbest, most common threat you could ever come across online or in SMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Chain messages come in different forms, however they all have something in common: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;IF you don't pass it on, you'll acquire badluck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;*sigh* That's crazy. What kind of fool ever came up with this stupid idea? What do they gain if people who read their chain messages do pass them to others? What's worse, other people use the name of God in their chain messages to make sure their messages would be passed on to others!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The bad thing is these messages are commonly found in e-mails, Friendster, SMS and other places where you can post your messages. There is a high probability that you could come across one of these.  The painful part is... your own  friends forward these messages to YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on within one minute or else you'll have badluck for (insert number of years)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on or else your crush won't notice you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on or else you'll break-up with your BF/GF"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on or else you'll be haunted by the ghost of (insert name)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on or else one of your relatives will be taken away from you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on or else your parents will die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pass this on or you will die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Those are some of the common threats found at the end of those absurd chain messages. "So what" you ask? Your friends are the one passing them to you that's what! And they claim to be true friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"It's nothing serious, come on" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If it's nothing serious, why did they have to pass it on in the first place? Thinking of it makes me sick. How can they stand sending something like "pass this on or your mom will die" to a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If ever I accidentally read one of these, the chain will be broken by me. I've read a lot of these already yet I'm still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Think about it...passing chain messages like these is just as bad as wishing someone ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846427065060895259-3655822783848080725?l=stateofidleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/3655822783848080725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846427065060895259&amp;postID=3655822783848080725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/3655822783848080725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/3655822783848080725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-break-chain-or-else.html' title='don&apos;t break the chain or else...'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846427065060895259.post-2787631213665881369</id><published>2007-07-15T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:40:17.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ambivalence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to hate my school...totally. The place where it is situated, the school grounds, the facilities, the atmosphere and some people used to get on my nerves. Now, I'm getting used to it. From the dirt clinging on to my skin whenever I commute,  the nasty odors wafting through the air wherever I go (vehicle smoke, cigarette smoke, trash, and &lt;em&gt;Allium cepa &lt;/em&gt;in the classroom), the "Unpredictables" on the streets and at school, and the stuff I hate at school. Yeah. Believe it or not, I AM getting used to those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"I actually made friends" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I thought that my blockmates were all brainiacs without any social &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;life. Then I reminded myself that I was enrolled in BS Biology. Duh (braindead). Eventually I opened up to them. It was quite hard since they have a different way of thinking. During my Alabang days, spending money wasn't much of a scene. No matter how much you spend, nobody will give a damn. But when I did that during my first Manila days, I was flooded with variations of "ang mahal naman nyan!" I was shocked with their shocked reaction. I wanted to say something like " I'm spending my own money, not yours", but I didn't. I may be blunt sometimes but I know when to keep my mouth shut. Majority of my blockmates are of the "thrifty" type so I had to be the one to adjust to the environment. Soon, I was exposed to street foods and the &lt;em&gt;carinderia&lt;/em&gt;. My absolute favorite is the &lt;em&gt;tapsilog&lt;/em&gt;. There was even a time when I couldn't get enough of it that's why I always went to the shop selling that food. What else...the &lt;em&gt;tokneneng &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the cheesesticks fried in overused cooking oil!!! Hahaha! I won't forget the first time i ate those street foods. Why? We had this little celebration in class and most of the food were of street food variety. I really had fun that day because it reminded me of the Agape thing we used to do in Alabang. It was funny because my blockmates were worried that I might get a stomachache. Luckily I didn't. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The days went by. Before we knew it, a semester already ended. Our population is already dwindling. Most of our blockmates shifted to another course. It's quite sad because we were just developing ties with each other yet they had to leave already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; It's no secret that most of us dislike a certain person. He's so full of himself and it's driving us crazy.  If only he'd change that part of him! He wouldn't have a hard time being liked and accepted by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Opposites attract"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;There were some occasions when I became the apple of somebody's eye. It only remained that way though, because I had a boyfriend at that time. There are no regrets by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Ambivalence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;HE was part of the reason why I opted for this school at the last minute. I thought that we could be together at last and prove to him how much I care for him. But things got nasty during summer break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Seeing him around school made me feel nauseous sometimes. I won't hide the fact that I dislike him until now, but I won't hide the fact that I still give a damn about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I like and dislike going to school. There are people whom I like to see, and there are those whom I don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;It really is a like and dislike situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846427065060895259-2787631213665881369?l=stateofidleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/2787631213665881369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846427065060895259&amp;postID=2787631213665881369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/2787631213665881369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/2787631213665881369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/2007/07/ambivalence.html' title='ambivalence.'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846427065060895259.post-8610798285444205672</id><published>2007-07-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T07:31:53.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the day he lied.'/><title type='text'>beneath the blue lens lies the truth. part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Rumors are nice, especially if you want to ruin a person's self-image"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I've been wondering, what has he been telling everyone lately? Stupid lies to hide his own dirt and make me the antagonist? That's soo low. He could've just picked a fight with me. It won't make any difference anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He used to visit me at my school here in Alabang. Hmm, once or twice maybe. The first one was to deliver my college application forms. Yeah. I remember now. I almost got late for Accounting class that day. The second visit was just &lt;/em&gt;wala lang. &lt;em&gt;He just came by to have a chat and give me some of the cookies he baked. That was also the time when my friends got to see him personally for the very first time. I had fun that day because his visit made me feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Who wouldn't feel the same way? I mean, he came from who-knows-where just to drop by for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I may have forgotten the memories from those days, but some are indelibly printed on my mind. Recently, I heard from a friend of mine that 4 eyes has been reminiscing about &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; past. I won't react to anything like that if it was only about the reminiscing part. BUT NO!!! He glazed his story with a HUGE amount of sugar coating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;                LAYER 1: "I travelled for 2 hours and I only got to see her for 15 minutes..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;                LAYER REMOVED: He did travel for 2 hours, but the 15 minutes thing is so wrong!!! I was in highschool then you sick bastard! What did you expect me to do? Cut class?! I didn't have lunch because I wanted to spend more time with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;                LAYER 2: "Huh? I didn't SMS her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;                LAYER REMOVED: He said this after my friend asked him if he still SMSed me. He did SMS me that day. He asked something regarding the course t-shirt they were selling. Maybe he thought that I was somebody else. Maybe he misread my name in his phonebook or something...but he already has 4 eyes. How can he still misread things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846427065060895259-8610798285444205672?l=stateofidleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/8610798285444205672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846427065060895259&amp;postID=8610798285444205672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/8610798285444205672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/8610798285444205672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/2007/07/beneath-blue-lens-lies-truth-part-1.html' title='beneath the blue lens lies the truth. part 1'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846427065060895259.post-4172255494612537557</id><published>2007-06-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:57:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Two posts in a day? Now that's boredom for me. I'm really sick right now. My cough is dry, but I have a runny nose. Weird. It's really rare for me to be sick for 2 days. Usually, a cough only lasts a day for me. Looks like I've been hit by something else. I don't have the energy to study right now. I'll show you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNv3RFTuKyE/RoX0T4YArlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2oDVFVX8Rn4/s1600-h/06-30-07_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081736376945258066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNv3RFTuKyE/RoX0T4YArlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2oDVFVX8Rn4/s200/06-30-07_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Behold!!! &lt;em&gt;Blindes Dekrepit&lt;/em&gt;! Who wouldn't be depressed seeing an artwork gone all wrong? *sigh* This is so sad. My blinds have been deprived of having a proper disposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I already tried watching this DVD my classmate lent me. Thankfully, it diverted my attention from the eerie light coming from the broken blinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Still, I don't want to stay there for a while. Things'll only get worse. I hope that I'll get well SOON. I don't want to come to school with bits of tissue stuck up my nostrils. It'll be a  good comic relief but I'll pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNv3RFTuKyE/RoX0T4YArlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2oDVFVX8Rn4/s1600-h/06-30-07_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNv3RFTuKyE/RoX0T4YArlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2oDVFVX8Rn4/s1600-h/06-30-07_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846427065060895259-4172255494612537557?l=stateofidleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/4172255494612537557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846427065060895259&amp;postID=4172255494612537557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/4172255494612537557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/4172255494612537557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill.html' title='ill.'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNv3RFTuKyE/RoX0T4YArlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2oDVFVX8Rn4/s72-c/06-30-07_1139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846427065060895259.post-5422343914541027266</id><published>2007-06-29T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:37:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you giving us the "eye"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I just hate it when he does that. There are times when I just want to throw something at him. He's so damn annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;What would you do if somebody in class gives you and your friends a side glance every time he gets a correct answer in a recitation? Would you just ignore him? Probably. But this person is different. He's so loud when it comes to his achievements. He makes sure that EVERYBODY should hear what he has accomplished. Plus, he's a total suck-up with the professors. Luckily, he can't suck-up to our English professor. What a shame. He gets the lowest grade (assuming) in English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;His physical appearance and personality (I hope his spirituality isn't) are totally &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt;. I know it's wrong to judge others, but I can't help it. I just can't. If only his personality would change (even the slightest bit) I'm sure nobody will have any problems with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846427065060895259-5422343914541027266?l=stateofidleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/5422343914541027266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846427065060895259&amp;postID=5422343914541027266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/5422343914541027266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/5422343914541027266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-giving-us-eye.html' title='are you giving us the &quot;eye&quot;?'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846427065060895259.post-8386486151264398875</id><published>2007-06-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:05:42.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conformity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sideswept bangs, cling wrap-fit tops, skinny jeans and flip-flops... This get-up is EVERYWHERE!!! Geez, i see the same thing wherever i look. Are we in a communist country or what? Girls nowadays look almost the same. It's like they're attending the same school because of their "uniform". I don't have anything against the "IN" stuff, but can't they think of something else to wear or do to make themselves look unique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I believe that we are beautiful in our own way. That's why we shouldn't limit ourselves to the "IN" stuff. Make a statement and go against the flow. Nothing will happen to you if you just sit around waiting for the next trend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846427065060895259-8386486151264398875?l=stateofidleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/feeds/8386486151264398875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846427065060895259&amp;postID=8386486151264398875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/8386486151264398875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846427065060895259/posts/default/8386486151264398875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofidleness.blogspot.com/2007/06/conformity.html' title='conformity.'/><author><name>krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855262470845949353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x208/darkwillow207/06-17-07_1449.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
