<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3116286756441929747</id><updated>2024-09-15T15:05:36.689+08:00</updated><category term="fairy tale"/><category term="dream"/><category term="fantasy"/><category term="fiction"/><category term="my fantasy world"/><category term="philosophy"/><category term="short story"/><category term="story"/><category term="zombie"/><category term="Baby"/><category term="Beauvoir"/><category term="Cinderella"/><category term="Simone de Beauvoir"/><category term="Snow White"/><category term="ambitious"/><category term="ariel"/><category term="bliss"/><category term="cannibalism"/><category term="chick flick"/><category term="college student"/><category term="cute"/><category term="damsel in distress"/><category term="dancing shoes"/><category term="dating"/><category term="drama"/><category term="fairy tales"/><category term="feminism"/><category term="feminist"/><category term="fitting in"/><category term="genderless"/><category term="girl"/><category term="glass slipper"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="ignorance"/><category term="job"/><category term="levinas"/><category term="little mermaid"/><category term="lotus feet"/><category term="movie"/><category term="narcissism"/><category term="new perspective"/><category term="online dating"/><category term="online dating pros and cons"/><category term="original"/><category term="patience"/><category term="prince"/><category term="princess"/><category term="queen"/><category term="question"/><category term="real story"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="romantic movies"/><category term="scary"/><category term="school"/><category term="sense of belonging"/><category term="should i try dating online"/><category term="society"/><category term="student"/><category term="the academy"/><category term="to be accepted"/><category term="tragedy"/><category term="true life is absent"/><category term="woman"/><category term="women"/><category term="work"/><title type='text'>Ignorance Depletion</title><subtitle type='html'>Things I learn when I&#39;m this ignorant.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-3212672926313356012</id><published>2012-12-08T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-08T18:19:54.385+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my fantasy world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><title type='text'>My Fantasy World: Who? Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I was relieved when everybody stared at me like that. It almost felt something very nostalgic. So, this Australian guy told me he’ll buy my lunch. I never actually say ‘no’ to free lunch. And when the speaker ended his fun, we were all told to have a short break.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the Aussie guy was approaching me from my back, the guy sitting beside me looked at me with fidgeting hands. He was taller than I am with high heels on. He had deep blue eyes, fluffy hair and had a 3 o’clock shadow. He stared at me and I stared back. I felt I was deeply being swallowed by those big blue eyes. It was roughly my first time seeing eyes like that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Klaus.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He stopped shaking when the Aussie guy called him. He immediately gathered his composure and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Nicolas Vign.” He said as he reached for my hand and kissed it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was shocked. Or more likely, stunned with that smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Shut your mouth, luv. You’ll give people ideas. Especially in front of this rude guy, eh?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was I drooling? I mean, this guy is really stunning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nicolas chuckled and said, “can I join you for lunch?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this guy be so CHARISMATIC. I snapped out of it and started acting professionally, as what I&amp;nbsp;should have&amp;nbsp;done moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Of course you can if you don’t mind this guy coming along with us.” As I was referring to the Aussie guy at my back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, you’re with Terry? I don’t mind if he&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;” and in that instant, his lovely smile turned into a mischievous smirk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So his name is Terry, huh? I can feel the tension between the two. Maybe I stepped on a landmine over here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Klaus, you bloody bastard, you. Come on.” He said in disdain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As we went outside, the two were talking just in front of me and all I could was the backs of two foreign looking gentlemen in quasi-formal attires. Judging from how they talk to each other, it was either they are very close or they just hated each other that much. I stopped observing the two and started to look around the view. Open fields, good architectural buildings, houses, dormitory towers. It’s kind of cool here.&lt;br /&gt;
The two stopped and when I looked in front of me, I saw a tall building, like a shopping mall and instantly, it reminded me of a shopping mall in Seoul. So there is a mall here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The moment we set foot inside the “mall”, I started questioning where the hell I am. Outside, it looked like a regular mall. But inside, it looked like the entire Rizal Park on the first floor. It was filled with restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;
I looked at the directory and it has nothing but places to eat. Fast-food, fine-dining. It has it all. Nicholas held my arm and scrunched his neck as if he was about to sneeze and mumbled some words. In a blink of an eye, I found myself inside a fancy European Style restaurant. There&amp;nbsp;weren&#39;t&amp;nbsp;too many people around and there were no familiar faces, except for my two companies. We sat in a corner in a 3-seater sofa with curtains around. The ordered for me and the two just stared at me in silence as the curtains covered us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Niccola Carmen. That name’s not familiar?” As Klaus broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“For me, no. I’m Leila Parker. What kind of place is this?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You don’t like dilly-dallying, eh?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.” I said cutting him off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Alright, I’m Terry McGuffin. A professor here in the Academy. Klaus is a professor here, too.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay. So what do you guys teach in particular? And why am I here?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I teach transfiguration. I have no particular shape, actually.” Said Klaus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That actually made me doubt as if that’s his real face. Wait. Transfiguration? “Are you talking about magic?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Luv, everything here is about magic. I teach dragon wielding and spells.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t get it. It was like I was in a harry potter movie. “W-w-why am I here?” I started stuttering. That explains the weird stuff here. MAGIC!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Do you like stories? I’m going to tell you a good one.” Said Klaus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nodded and he continued.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“As I was still a student here in the Academy, Niccola was the best dragon wielder. Because the dragons choose you, she was chosen by the fiercest and most difficult dragon. She named it Sophie. It had three colors. White, brown and black. Such a beauty when you see those two fly by.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“She was also one of the most powerful student here. In my class, I challenged her to a duel. The creativity in her is boundless. She would defeat me without hurting me. She’s a real gem.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So what happened to her?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“She left. Fell in love as the rumors said. She left 10 years ago. She never came back. It felt as if we lost our treasure. We lost someone very dear. The whole academy felt sad. Some professors treated their students lowly. As if they will never be like her. They wanted her back. Sophie was in an uproar and we kept her locked up. When you leave the academy, your memory of it gradually disappears. And when we found you, well the council did, they thought you looked like her.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who? ME?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, luv. When you smile, you light up the room just like her. The resemblance is really uncanny. I see her in you so much. That’s why I immediately approached you the moment you set foot here.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“See, I can’t be her. Really now. I don’t even know any magic.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Trust me honey, you won’t be able to set foot here if you can’t do any magic.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But-“ The food came and we started eating. Not mentioning anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Let’s talk about it when we leave here.”&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3212672926313356012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2012/12/my-fantasy-world-who-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3212672926313356012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3212672926313356012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2012/12/my-fantasy-world-who-me.html' title='My Fantasy World: Who? Me?'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-1639991394204998008</id><published>2012-09-10T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-09-10T17:39:49.463+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my fantasy world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the academy"/><title type='text'>My Fantasy World: The &quot;Academy&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
A letter came for me. A scholarship from some university with the coolest name - Draganov Academy. I never thought there existed such here in the Philippines. It’s either they’re asking me to work for them or to study for them. Or both. They didn’t specify in the said letter. They were just asking me to come. I managed to convince my parents to let me go. So I did. It took me hours on the road to arrive at the place. Good thing there was a map attached at the back. I was wondering what kind of school this is since they don’t mind me finishing my dissertation. It seems that they want me that badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While walking from the parking area, I cant help notice how big the place is. It was a huge place located almost the edge of the country. It has this tall dorm tower at the edge of some big rock. It looked like it was taken from a movie or something, but I never saw it in any. It was scary. I’m afraid of heights. But that was the least of my concerns.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was at the gate and surprisingly, no guards. So I just entered and tried to look for where I should go. I had this tingly feeling as I entered the gate where I was either being paralyzed or being mildly electrocuted all over my body. It stinged but I assumed it was out of nervousness. I tried to read the letter again if there are any instructions where I should specifically go inside this academy. But there was none. How am I supposed to get there on time? I hate being late for interviews – if it was an interview.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I was wandering around, a very tall guy approached me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, where you goin luv?” he said almost shouting at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was around 5”10’ - taller than my dad. He had this smiling face of a teenager. He was wearing black coat and tie, despite the hot weather. Come to think of it, it was supposedly hot here in the Philippines but why am I not dripping of sweat yet? By this time, I was supposed to be parched.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The idea didn’t bothered me much as I was thinking to myself. The guy approached me then.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“sweetie, you didn’t answer me. Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“ah yes. I was supposed to have an interview here. But it didn’t specifically say where to go.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“ah right. It won’t hurt to ask right? Come on, I know the way”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I followed his back while he kept talking. I was lost in my own world because the academy looked as if it was in another world as well. I was a skeptic but I never knew such architecture exists.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were a lot of fields, buildings, or are they classrooms? There were no students or even professors around. There might be some event here today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“right, luv?” he said looking back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“uhh sorry?” what was he saying?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“oh I thought you were so quiet back there, guess you were awed by the architecture of the&lt;br /&gt;
school huh?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“oh yeah. Uhmm is there –“&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“here we are then. Welcome to dragonov academy.” Cutting me off with the biggest smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know he meant well so I gave him a little smile and a thank you. &amp;nbsp;He looked so shocked after that. I just noticed by then that he had this Australian accent. Maybe he’s Australian.&lt;br /&gt;
As I look in front of me, another amazing architecture greeted my eyes. A building with baroque features and also modern textiles. I really don’t know what I’m talking about. I entered the room in front of me, with the guy following my back, and I saw this classroom full of people, one talking in front. But the weird thing is, there aren’t any chairs. There were four-seater sofas. Very modern, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Seat anywhere you like, I’ll be with you.” He said whispering as I became more aware of his Australian accent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I found 2 sofas at the back. One has two seats available and another with all four seats available. I want to sit with people so I went for the first one. I guess the guy didn’t like it and sat on the one vacant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn’t listening at the beginning because I was too busy admiring the environment. It was like a café. Very comfortable, but inspires work. I also can’t help notice that the guy sitting next to me was either very itchy or he’s just not comfortable. But I can’t see why because this is such a soft and comfy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I decided to listen to the speaker, he made a joke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“it would really be fun here in the Philippines if only the weather wouldn’t kill you for having too much fun.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was funny because it’s true. As hard as I retain my composure, I can’t help but bring a grin. And then he shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“DEAR GOD! She’s here! Miss at the back, are you Niccola Carmen by any chance?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wow I guess they were expecting me. But WHO THE HELL IS NICCOLA CARMEN? But of course I&lt;br /&gt;
was only thinking about it and answered very calmly – “Uhmm no. I’m Parker. Leila Parker”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The speaker’s eyes grew bigger and stared at me with his mouth open resulting everyone to look at me. They were all whispering and eyeing me as if I was someone very familiar. I didn’t get it. I looked back at my companion and he looked the same way, but he was rubbing his chin. He went forward and whispered something to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Let’s talk later. I’ll buy your lunch.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;There are a lot
of women in history who pretended to be a man. For example, Billy Tipton, the jazz player, was a
woman who wanted to be known for her art and lived her life as a man. She did that to be able
to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;acknowledged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;not for her sexuality, but for her talent. Marina the Monk is another example. The story goes that when
Marina’s father decided to go be a monk, she shaved off her hair and joined
him. These people’s genders were only exposed to people by their deaths. This
is where the notion of men ruling history and being treated better as a man was observed. This is the reason why these women
dressed up and became men for the sake of their passion and not being limited to roles of a wife. The simply wanted to expand their horizons and feel the equality of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;Beauvoir made a point of liberation for women because in the past, you have to be man
to be recognized for talent and bravery. It is quite unfair, actually, that
women were only seen as those who tend to the house and to the children. She made a point that women&amp;nbsp;shouldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have to pretend to be a man in order to gain respect and to be
treated equally. A woman becomes what she makes herself - that&#39;s what she said. It simply is if she allows herself
to be discriminated, then she will be discriminated. Beauvoir gave the notion
of a &quot;genderless&quot; environment for women, and that society has to be aware and be
considerate of women all the time. But in my opinion, if you want a &quot;genderless&quot; society, then
why does society need to be considerate of women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;A &quot;genderless&quot; environment promotes equality
whereas the idea of being considerate with women promotes special treatment. Maybe
because of certain circumstances that women need to be treated specially, but
if you’re going to ask me, I think women are very powerful. Even though they
are treated as weak and helpless most of the time, women can actually manipulate a man into
doing and giving whatever she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;A woman is a
man’s weakness. Sometimes, there are cases that women are head over heels for a
man, but in most cases, a man falls for a girl and he’ll do everything to get
her. What a woman can boast about is her manipulating power, but of course,
that is kind of like using your advantages in an evil context. Honestly, I
don’t like being a girl because of the biological factors like menstruation and
heavy boobs. I’m not really a feminist but I really love the notion of a woman
controlling a very powerful man. In the movies, they always use women for bait
and it proves to be quite effective. Who knew that women are to be more
powerful than men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;I find Simone de
Beauvoir’s notion of sexual liberation very fascinating. I admired the way she
lived – very free. She explored her sexuality and enjoyed her life. Carpe diem
as they say. The thing is, most women are very timid. They get an awkward
feeling by just looking at their bodies naked, well some of them. As a matter of fact, this is how the society
dictated how a woman should react. As what Beauvoir said, society is unfair
to women, but women are still able to prove to the society their power and
ability to compete with the men. So what&#39;s the point of all this? Trust, I have no idea. Even though I am a girl, I am still a bit of a coward to living life the way I wanted it in my wildest dreams and fantasies. Maybe it&#39;s because I am too afraid to be deemed as a taboo person for society. Isn&#39;t that what most of us are afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4157854043712351412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2012/06/woman-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/4157854043712351412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/4157854043712351412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2012/06/woman-i-am.html' title='A woman, I am'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-5057916206230409749</id><published>2010-10-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:26:14.473+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ambitious"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college student"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="patience"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="student"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s been...ambitious...lately...</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been what? Five to ten years since I last posted?&amp;nbsp;Exaggerating, but I honestly missed this. Being a student is very confusing. Hmm.. Let me revise that: Being a COLLEGE STUDENT is very confusing. Especially when you don&#39;t get your priorities straight.&amp;nbsp;You&#39;re studying your chosen degree with hopes that you will find a great job some day or when you have an ideal job in mind, you&#39;re hoping that you&#39;ll achieve it some day. But ironically, you realize half way that the industry is falling apart: unfortunate and inevitable events that you expected but prayed not to happen so soon. And now you&#39;re thinking what job will I be able to get now without reaching too far and in the end, sink too low?&lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of people who are already working claims that it&#39;s much better to be a college student. Well, if you&#39;re a lazy college student that can get your way through every subject, like me, then why not. But if you&#39;re a grade conscious dude who wimps at the sight of a below average grade (for these people, it&#39;s below 90%), I think it&#39;s not better to be a student. You&#39;ll just add stress lines on your forehead and make you look older. In my opinion, it&#39;s just the same. It depends on how you treat your work.&lt;br /&gt;
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My dad, a mechanical engr., says that in his workplace, it&#39;s just like a small classroom with 10 other people. They have fun together, laugh together, tell stories about themselves, just like in a classroom. Whenever I hear his stories, I&#39;ve thought that once you get a view on what you really want, you tend to make it happen just as long as it&#39;s not too hard to reach and you have a lot of patience.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talking about patience, I have a very limited one. That&#39;s why I&#39;m playing these finding games so that I can improve because I&#39;m always in the rush to do things. When I was younger, I wanted to turn 18 immediately so I can find freelance work. Today, I want to graduate immediately so I can start earning money from a real job outside my house. I want to find out how people find work, how hard it is, how failure hurts, how it affects my perseverance and how screwing up is such a taboo. I want to find out immediately because my curiosity won&#39;t be satisfied with mere surfing the net or asking others for their opinions. I want to experience for myself. They say &amp;nbsp;it&#39;s hard. I say, bring it on! I can take it. If you can&#39;t then you&#39;re weak, go back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not an ambitious person so I set goals based on my standards, based on what I know I can achieve in a short span of time. And when things go better, then it&#39;ll be such a surprise worth remembering of. Sometimes, I pity ambitious people especially when they predict their highest goal in such an impossible short period of time. Know why I pity them? Because when they look back, they might get disappointed with themselves for being late or not being able to achieve it. Sometimes, they&#39;re even full with pride to the point that they won&#39;t admit they&#39;re disappointed. But in my opinion, they just don&#39;t want to look pathetic - which they already do to people who can see right through them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;With what I just said, I don&#39;t need comments being defensive as hell. Just suck it up and be yourself, there&#39;s nothing wrong with that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Being optimistic is good. In fact, it&#39;s way better than being ambitious just as long as you know the limits and calculate the time frame correctly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I have to admit, I&#39;m jealous of those people who already have plans. Because I don&#39;t. I know I can do a lot of stuff. I&#39;m a fast learner, but that&#39;s not enough because when I make my plans, it&#39;s more than ambitious. It&#39;s over-the-top, unreachable and to-die-for. I want to do so many things all at the same time. If only I was a genius or something. But I&#39;m not. I can try a lot of jobs and get bored with it immediately. I get bored easily on games, what more if it&#39;s work? I&#39;ve always secretly been wanting more. I may put up an easygoing face but in reality, I&#39;ve been wanting to prove to MYSELF I can be smarter than what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every time I learn something, I have to learn more. I have to figure more things&amp;nbsp;out on my own. I have to know more. I have to ask more. I have to encounter more people. I have to understand them more. It&#39;s like an undying thirst. Never quenched. Sometimes relieved but always goes back for more.&lt;br /&gt;
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To tell the truth, I learn more outside, with people, with friends, with my family, with myself, than I do in school. In school, they just expect us to memorize. Memorize stuff that won&#39;t even be necessary. Oh well. I guess that&#39;s how life works. You just have to make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Love is what almost everybody wants to have. People wanted to be longed for, to feel they belong, to be accepted and to feel special. But sometimes, some people see themselves not lucky enough to find those certain someone that can give them what they need - or in most cases, want. Sometimes, it’s because of this ideal person in their minds that narrows their perspective and hinders them from keeping in touch with other people they meet. In some cases, people tend to be very open-minded that it is because they don’t even know what they are looking for - that’s where dating comes in. People meet new people to add in their lives in hopes that they might find someone they are looking for, or even the right one. Most of them pass through trial and error. They get hurt, move on, and find another, but there are always instances that they just give up. With a lot of people hard to please these days because of their higher standards, they felt that dating should be a way of life to find, somewhere in the vast ocean of fishes, who they are looking for thus, making dating pretty popular.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The dating etiquette today has become more hassle-free for both sides. For example, on a dinner date in the past, the man usually pays for the bill. While today, splitting the expenses are commonly observed. But who needs a dinner date when there exists now the growing dating trend - online dating. One can find who they are looking for by just searching through the sites and chatting with those people they find interesting. In fact, when talking about online dating pros and cons, the cons always weigh more among societies, but not a lot really do care. Starting with the advantages, a person can meet another a thousand miles away. They can even find their ideal match based on the profile of these people. But here’s the catch, they’re not exactly sure if the personal info of that person is true. No one can be sure of it. Anyone can lie and especially come up with some petty excuses for it. What if that person claims to be 17 years old and turns out to be 32 in real life? Anyone can fall victim to it. If a person is looking for someone to fall in love with in online dating, that person must be absolutely positive that that person is real. Not made up, but existent. People who fall victim to these charades might regret it for the rest of their lives if they are that ignorant. I’d rather ask the person to meet me as soon as possible should I try dating online. If that person denies, then put them on the ignored list and find another. The internet does give a lot of choices, so why regret having to ignore a single person for denying your request to meet up? Bottom line is, although dating is superficial, it gives everybody a newer perspective.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3260014059311516661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/essay-that-gave-me-job-freaking-job-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3260014059311516661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3260014059311516661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/08/essay-that-gave-me-job-freaking-job-d.html' title='Newer Perspective'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-4011668405782534366</id><published>2010-07-10T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T19:36:41.308+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fitting in"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="levinas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sense of belonging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="society"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="to be accepted"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="true life is absent"/><title type='text'>Fitting in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;For one thing, I really do have a lot of questions, but sometimes, I tend to realize that people around me don’t even care about the things I’m asking about. Some say that I was making their heads ache and some say that I was too curious and that curiosity will kill the cat. So in this one point in my life, I decided to feign ignorance and try to fit in with the people I spend my time with. Obviously, a person needs a sense of belongingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It’s third in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. I felt it. It was fun at first. I had a lot of friends, I became quite accepted and I became popular, but I felt that I was losing myself along the way. I was being another clone in the society. I was losing my sense of individuality, trying to fit in with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I also decided to be myself after that; to be who I want to be, to do what I want to do and focus on my own interests than the interests of others. I am gradually becoming who I want to be and now people I know can distinguish me from other people they usually interact with. They know me by the pattern of my personality and how I communicate with them. I even say what I feel about things out loud because I really want the people I’m referring to for them to hear what I say. I want them to feel angry, to realize their mistakes and make a good scene, if ever they get really mad. My mom often scolds me whenever I do my own thing in a public place, like in a mall. She tells that I’m embarrassing and I looked like I was asking for a fight, but my dad and I always tell her that I don’t really care on what other people think, and she shouldn’t too, because they don’t even know me. I’m just pointing out what I think is wrong, saying out loud and maybe making use of what little I have understood about freedom of speech.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Then this course about Philosophy came in. I learned about how true life is absent, as Levinas said. My life is just an imitation of the other and that the media dictates what you should be. I remember the time when I first got an idea what beauty is. Media told me that it was having a pretty face as white as ever and hair straight, black and long. I grew up thinking like that, and as I see dark people, I feel that they’re not beautiful; and I myself wanted to be considered as beautiful. I became discriminative because when I was a kid, I often see in the T.V. that they give these beautiful people special treatment, especially the white ones. I wanted to have that same kind of treatment where everyone looks at me when I pass them. Also my concept of being sexy was from the media. Models are skinny to the point that I can’t even see some fat in their bodies. All I can see was bones, skin and more bones. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;These are some of my initial perspectives that I got primarily from my curiosity when I was still a little girl. But in T.V., in newspapers and in magazines, they seemed to be more interested on people like those, the beautiful and the sexy. Only people who are very successful are credited if they don’t even satisfy the criteria of beautiful and sexy. Sometimes, there’s this trend in media. I’ve observed that in year 2000, there’s this emo trend. Then some time in 2005, there’s now this Asian trend where everybody liked Korean and Japanese girls. I’m thinking about what’s next, but I really doubt that Africans can dominate a new trend in the media. Although, Tyra Banks is trying to do that, some people do widen their perspective of beauty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Everyone I know was a victim. Their perspectives are being molded on how the media wants it. With my sense of belongingness, I too become a victim. One of my close friends wants to have plastic surgery so bad that I was really against it. I told him he’s fine the way he is and that he doesn’t need to resort to plastic surgery. He said he hates his nose because it’s flat and he also hates his chin because it’s long. But really, it’s so pointless that I let him do whatever he wants. I just keep telling him that I still want to recognize him after the surgery. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;With my opinions, I don’t have many friends. Some people don’t understand me; rather they don’t try to understand me. I have this trust issue and I love being different. I give out these unique ideas I got from waaay back inside my head and I write stories that most people won’t even get. And I also don’t like faking with other people. I tell them what I think about them, whether if they’re cute, nice, obnoxious or annoying. I don’t even think about how I tell them that. It just comes out naturally. And whenever I do that, I feel like I have no friends at all. People avoid me. I don’t know why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Lately, I don’t feel sad about having limited friends. I don’t even care if they call me friendless, because I know for a fact that I’m not pushing myself to fit in with them. At least I’m not one of those wannabes who just pretend to be like everybody else trying to be popular. But if I’m going against the trend, won’t it make me like everybody else? Because I don’t know if that’s what I really want. I’m confused. I’m just going against the trend because I think it’s lame to be with them. If I go against it, won’t be the anti-trend that is considered the haters of the trend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Like for example, Twilight. This introduced the idea of sparkling vampires. Wow. Scary. A lot of people liked it for their own reasons. But the mere fact that the author changed the idea of a scary vampire to a glamorous, sparkling vampire, some people became enraged. I, for one, is one of the haters of twilight. But isn’t that “hate” we found about sparkling vampires is also dictated by the media we’ve watched and learned way back? It’s only a matter of what has the more impact to us. We’ve closed our minds to new possibilities because of the stereotype of vampires from the past. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Well, now, I agree with Levinas. True life is absent. From the very beginning, I think people have the sense of wanting to belong. When the media started to tell what people should be, our point of views either change or get stuck with the old ones said by media also. They always think that everything happens for a reason. Reasons like what? To make you stronger? To make you happier?&amp;nbsp;Isn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;all that just psychological? But what can we do? Everything’s dictated by media, one way or another. Everyone’s living a life they’re comfortable with. Some are not happy but they rather choose to not do anything about it as long as they’re at ease, as long as they’re content and accepted. They find a sense of comfort with society making them feel as one with the others. They feel understood. Satisfied. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I want to find out what my true self is; what I really should be. But how? If I do, how will I know if I am my true self? Should I let go of my need of belongingness to find out who I really am? Will I lose my friends? Will I be happier? How will I know if I am? Questions just keep coming out. Will I ever find an answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4011668405782534366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/fitting-in-reaction-paper-in-philosophy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/4011668405782534366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/4011668405782534366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/07/fitting-in-reaction-paper-in-philosophy.html' title='Fitting in.'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-6010802624799067318</id><published>2010-06-09T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:37:26.366+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cannibalism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dancing shoes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy tale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narcissism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Snow White"/><title type='text'>Fairy Tales EXPOSED! [Narcissism is a BAD thing]</title><content type='html'>Now let&#39;s talk about the story of Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her story&#39;s about a queen who hated her own daughter for growing more beautiful than her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Selfish much?&lt;/div&gt;
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You&#39;re jealous of your very own daughter?&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember the part where the queen wanted some woodsman to vanquish Snow White?&lt;/div&gt;
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The queen demanded the woodsman to deliver Snow White&#39;s heart.&lt;/div&gt;
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The woodsman didn&#39;t have the guts to do that to her so he butchered a pig instead.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the real story, the queen demanded for Snow White&#39;s heart, lungs and liver.&lt;/div&gt;
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And when the woodsman delivered it, of course from a butchered animal,&lt;/div&gt;
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The queen salts them down, cooked it, and ate it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Imagine if that&#39;s Snow White&#39;s real organs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moving on,&lt;/div&gt;
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The queen visited Snow White three times with a disguise.&lt;/div&gt;
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First, she offered Snow White some &quot;stay-laces&quot; or corset.&lt;/div&gt;
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Second, involves combing Snow White&#39;s hair.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then the third, the poisonous apple.&lt;/div&gt;
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But to prove that the apple was safe, the disguised queen even took a bite of the &quot;white part&quot; of the apple.&lt;/div&gt;
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And let Snow White bite the red part.&lt;/div&gt;
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So Snow White fell dead.&lt;/div&gt;
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And she was buried in a glass coffin.&lt;/div&gt;
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The prince came, he didn&#39;t kiss her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Instead, he bumped or nudged the coffin and the poisoned apple piece fell out of Snow White&#39;s mouth.&lt;/div&gt;
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She woke up from her death-like sleep and marries the prince.&lt;/div&gt;
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They found out about the queen&#39;s plot so they punished her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Her punishment was so cool it sends me shivers down my spine.&lt;/div&gt;
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The queen was forced to wear a pair of metal shoes that were heated in the furnace until red hot.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s called the dancing shoes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because she dances while wearing those fiery shoes until she falls dead.&lt;/div&gt;
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See? Narcissism IS a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6010802624799067318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/fairy-tales-exposed-narcissism-is-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/6010802624799067318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/6010802624799067318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/fairy-tales-exposed-narcissism-is-bad.html' title='Fairy Tales EXPOSED! [Narcissism is a BAD thing]'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-3647388026282686872</id><published>2010-06-08T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:37:11.975+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ariel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy tale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="little mermaid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tragedy"/><title type='text'>Fairy Tales EXPOSED! [A tragedy written for children]</title><content type='html'>So how about the story of the Little Mermaid?&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to like this movie because it&#39;s a musical.&lt;/div&gt;
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And Ariel&#39;s a pretty sexy red head.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s the story about the fish-girl who fell in love with a human.&lt;/div&gt;
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Let&#39;s get one thing straight, fish-girls or the so-called &quot;mermaids&quot; don&#39;t exist.&lt;/div&gt;
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Got that?&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hans Christian Anderson wrote the original version of this story.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which is a darker version than Disney&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the part that the little mermaid goes to a sea witch.&lt;br /&gt;
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The witch never gave her some magical transformation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead she gave her a potion to drink.&lt;br /&gt;
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Afterwards, she went to the shore to drink the potion.&lt;br /&gt;
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She went to excruciating pain to have her tail split in to two legs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s like splitting your.. uhh. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Disney, I think the mermaid&#39;s goal was to get the prince&#39;s love without talking.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in the real story, she has to get his love enough for him to FORGET his parents or she&#39;ll die.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, come on! &amp;nbsp;Tough deal.&lt;br /&gt;
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The prince did love her but not enough to forget his parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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And also because he truly loves the girl who saved him when he was washed ashore.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not the girl who saved him from drowning, which is the mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;
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So prince promised mermaid that he&#39;ll marry her if he can&#39;t find that girl he truly loves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, the prince finds his love in the nearby kingdom and marries her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving little mermaid standing by and watching him marry this other woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the wedding, they are back at the ship to sail home.&lt;br /&gt;
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The little mermaid&#39;s sisters appeared with completely bald heads.&lt;br /&gt;
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They gave her a knife and told her that if she kills the prince with that knife,&lt;br /&gt;
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His blood will give her fins so that she can go back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And the reason why they&#39;re bald?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They traded their hair for the knife, of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then little mermaid went to where the newly weds are sleeping to kill the prince.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, she can&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
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So she flings herself and the knife to the ocean and turn into bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;
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To put it simply,&lt;br /&gt;
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She didn&#39;t get the prince&#39;s love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Written for children.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3647388026282686872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/fairy-tales-exposed-tragedy-written-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3647388026282686872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3647388026282686872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/fairy-tales-exposed-tragedy-written-for.html' title='Fairy Tales EXPOSED! [A tragedy written for children]'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-8484278223013144846</id><published>2010-06-07T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:36:36.674+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinderella"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy tales"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glass slipper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lotus feet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="original"/><title type='text'>Fairy Tales EXPOSED! [Have you tried wearing a glass slipper?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Now, let me ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Are you familiar with the story of Sleeping Beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;How about Cinderella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Little Red Riding Hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Hansel and Gretel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Snow White?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Rapunzel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I bet you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;So let&#39;s start with Cinderella, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not going to talk mean about her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Just let me tell some points about the original story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First of all whoever heard of a glass slipper?&lt;/div&gt;
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Ever tried wearing one? How could you possibly walk in one?&lt;/div&gt;
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For one thing, you&#39;d slip and fall if you don&#39;t break it as soon as you climb down the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;
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There never was a glass slipper.&lt;/div&gt;
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But there was a godmother but not the one with the wand, the magic and the wings.&lt;/div&gt;
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And the stepsisters, actually, they were fine looking women and ugliness wasn&#39;t their problem.&lt;/div&gt;
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Their problem was their spoiled attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;
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And that they couldn&#39;t even take care of their appearances.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh and the part where the stepsisters force their huge feet into Cinderella&#39;s shoes,&lt;/div&gt;
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They cut off pieces of their feet that don&#39;t fit.&lt;/div&gt;
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Expect a bloody slipper.&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess they didn&#39;t want Lotus Feet.&lt;/div&gt;
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And so the story ends where the stepmother and the stepsisters got their eyes plucked out by birds.&lt;/div&gt;
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But, still.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8484278223013144846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/fairy-tales-exposed-have-you-tried.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/8484278223013144846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/8484278223013144846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/fairy-tales-exposed-have-you-tried.html' title='Fairy Tales EXPOSED! [Have you tried wearing a glass slipper?]'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-2434102709301893440</id><published>2010-06-06T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:35:40.211+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="damsel in distress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy tale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prince"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="princess"/><title type='text'>A Girl&#39;s Fantasy is a Dangerous Place to be in. [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>Of course you have heard about fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, Cinderella, Snow White, The Little Mermaid, Alladin&#39;s Jasmin, Sleeping Beauty&#39;s Aurora?&lt;/div&gt;
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With the so-called Disney Princesses?&lt;/div&gt;
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They are basically the&amp;nbsp;epitome&amp;nbsp;of every girl&#39;s fantasies when in a younger age.&lt;/div&gt;
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Every normal ones, that is.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s not about these princesses and how pretty they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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But they ARE pretty.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s about the idea of having a handsome prince rescuing you from your traumatic life and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that&#39;s what Disney wants us to think.&lt;br /&gt;
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The actual original stories of these princesses are not like the happily-ever-after ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like for example, Sleeping beauty was molested before she woke up and Ariel turned into bubbles because she never got Prince&#39;s love.&lt;br /&gt;
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So many eye-openers? There&#39;s more but let&#39;s talk about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I grew up watching these fairytale movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a point where I wanted to be a princess in this distant land.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as I grow up, I came to the realization that they will NEVER come true,&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, I started dreaming of taking over the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s waay better than fantasizing to be some peasant marrying a prince of a country.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then your prince happens to be some playboy with dozens of concubines.&lt;/div&gt;
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You&#39;ll just find yourself going crazy after that eye-opener.&lt;/div&gt;
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Especially if you&#39;re the jealous type.&lt;/div&gt;
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But as a girl, I STILL can&#39;t help wishing I was a princess in distress.&lt;/div&gt;
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That someday, a prince will come and save me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Whenever a lover comes to a girl, these fantasies take over.&lt;/div&gt;
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To the point that girls ask for more and more.&lt;/div&gt;
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For their ideal world to come true.&lt;/div&gt;
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Until the guy gives up for giving too much that wasn&#39;t even enough for the girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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I blame it all on the fairy tales.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ideal World.&lt;/div&gt;
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At an early age.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2434102709301893440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-fantasy-is-dangerous-place-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/2434102709301893440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/2434102709301893440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-fantasy-is-dangerous-place-to-be.html' title='A Girl&#39;s Fantasy is a Dangerous Place to be in. [Part 1]'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-3050652856014135283</id><published>2010-06-06T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:32:24.195+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chick flick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romantic movies"/><title type='text'>&quot;We were Young and Stupid&quot;</title><content type='html'>I often hear that title in chick flicks wherein they were high school sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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They broke up and never talked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then comes this one time, they were adults and mature enough to talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were happily talking until it reaches to the topic about their past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then cue drama theme song or something and some flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;
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One will ask: &quot;What happened to us?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the other one will answer: &quot;We were young and stupid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, if this story is a romantic one, the first one will reply:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Then I must still be stupid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But if this story is nothing about them, then after their conversation, they will NEVER talk to each other EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Chick flicks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Give every girl an ideal world they want to be in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s very rare for a guy to watch a chick flick.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because most of them can&#39;t relate.&lt;/div&gt;
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The only way to get a guy watch a chick flick with you is when you trick him or something.&lt;/div&gt;
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But honestly, I love guys who can watch chick flicks with girls.&lt;/div&gt;
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They can get pretty good ideas on how the girl wants her love life to be.&lt;/div&gt;
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Especially when the guy is watching the movie with the girl he likes.&lt;/div&gt;
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In different scenes, he can study what the girl&#39;s reactions are.&lt;/div&gt;
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How strong is the impact of the movie to the girl?&lt;/div&gt;
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Take note of those things in his mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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And his confusion about girls will lessen.&lt;/div&gt;
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So gentlemen, watch CHICK FLICKS for educational purposes.&lt;/div&gt;
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You might learn to improve yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;
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And get the girl you like ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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Good luck.&lt;/div&gt;
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Chick flicks &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3050652856014135283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-were-young-and-stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3050652856014135283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/3050652856014135283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-were-young-and-stupid.html' title='&quot;We were Young and Stupid&quot;'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-7033424433364153113</id><published>2010-06-05T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:35:12.183+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bliss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ignorance"/><title type='text'>Ignorance is Bliss. Unless a test is involved....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Ignorance is Bliss&lt;br /&gt;
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So this close friend of mine told me to write &quot;about things people&#39;s hearts can relate to.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I was in a good mood, I didn&#39;t argue.&lt;/div&gt;
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But what did that even mean?&lt;/div&gt;
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To tell you the truth, I&#39;m not good at that.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I lost my sensitivity somewhere between high school and college.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really don&#39;t know about what most people can relate to.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m thinking love.&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay so here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ever wonder why typically it&#39;s like this?&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay never mind I give up thinking about a scenario.&lt;/div&gt;
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Who am I anyway to talk about these things?&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m practically the most&amp;nbsp;open-minded&amp;nbsp;person I know.&lt;/div&gt;
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And I seriously don&#39;t care about those facts.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s just an ugly truth.&lt;/div&gt;
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I use to tell people that the less you know, the happier you are.&lt;/div&gt;
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I derived that conclusion from a lot of experiences.&lt;/div&gt;
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So the most ignorant person will die the happiest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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At least for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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He looks like he saw James Dean in the shower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or maybe he just whipped as loud as an airplane landing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7033424433364153113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-ignorance-is-bliss-unless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/7033424433364153113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/7033424433364153113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-ignorance-is-bliss-unless.html' title='Ignorance is Bliss. Unless a test is involved....'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-7306329913312062279</id><published>2010-06-05T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:30:52.258+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary"/><title type='text'>Babies. What more to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Okay enough about zombies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s get to the other thing that scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;They are soft, adorable and&amp;nbsp;surprisingly&amp;nbsp;wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;They are the cutest things alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Especially those chubby babies, you just wanna bite those cheeks off. Figuratively, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;They scare me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;First thing&#39;s first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Yeah go look at my picture at the upper right - I AM A GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;These little people comes out of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, they&#39;ll come out at a very early age where we still don&#39;t have jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;But who can resist them? That&#39;s what makes them scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Just look at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;They&#39;re staring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;at you with those little beady eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;They look confused but you don&#39;t know that they&#39;re actually reading your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;One smile, they can melt your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll never think bad of these little people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;In a cute way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7306329913312062279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/babies-what-more-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/7306329913312062279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/7306329913312062279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/babies-what-more-to-say.html' title='Babies. What more to say?'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-1096430046045287522</id><published>2010-06-04T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:30:39.379+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s up with me and Zombies?</title><content type='html'>Talking again about zombies,&lt;br /&gt;
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haven&#39;t you noticed that zombies in movies are slowly evolving?&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean at first, they introduced zombies as slow-paced human-eating reanimated dead looking for brains.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next thing you know, they made a movie about zombies being as fast as a cheetah. Well, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine running for your life while these zombies follow your scent like a pack of hounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bet they can even outrun my unicycle-riding monkey in a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;
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It adds a little excitement for the viewers, though.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was on the edge of my seat when i saw these zombies running after this guy.&lt;br /&gt;
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RUNNING AFTER. As if the zombie&#39;s a real cheetah chasing its prey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh my God! ZOMBIES ARE RUNNING!&lt;br /&gt;
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Too bad for those FAT and OLD people. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;
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They don&#39;t have much time to live anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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But wait, they&#39;re still evolving!&lt;br /&gt;
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Like POKEMONS. Gotta catch &#39;em all.&lt;br /&gt;
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No seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides, how could it possibly get any worse than the one above?&lt;br /&gt;
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As if these zombies can learn to use weapons like axe and knives. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
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IN THEIR DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or can they? :|&lt;br /&gt;
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FIREPOWER!&lt;/div&gt;
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Zombies can use some machine guns in some movies and video games!&lt;/div&gt;
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I bet they can even drive a tank.&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought they we&#39;re brain dead!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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WE&#39;RE DONE FOR.&lt;br /&gt;
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Zombies are going to take over the world.&lt;/div&gt;
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WITH MACHINE GUNS!&lt;/div&gt;
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This would be really cool if I wasn&#39;t scared to death.&lt;/div&gt;
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Note to the military: If bitten by zombies, kill yourself. PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;
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That goes the same for those who own GUNS and FIREPOWER.&lt;/div&gt;
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Save the hero from the hassle of putting a bullet through your empty heads.&lt;/div&gt;
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And while you&#39;re at it, make sure you have exactly one bullet in your gun.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1096430046045287522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-up-with-me-and-zombies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/1096430046045287522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116286756441929747/posts/default/1096430046045287522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lafoliecestmoi.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-up-with-me-and-zombies.html' title='What&#39;s up with me and Zombies?'/><author><name>Ignorant Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067900281882285326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRf50DWrSnpDZ2TkOrNaOmB902h1ivWhZUyQI-mhUpcoEoqJzWDVxYHyZMw1xVyr617vbLaZzf6ySh4EAq7FnMj28MxvvwvyedrGEaihZx-ebQxOfPRPosQgVN7kegA/s220/DSC_7086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116286756441929747.post-6883130916015913427</id><published>2010-06-03T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T18:29:50.159+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie"/><title type='text'>Zombies. They can exist. And they will rule the world if given a chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
Zombies.&lt;/div&gt;
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First thing that comes to my mind is flesh-eating, mindless slow-moving undead.&lt;/div&gt;
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They scare me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Even though the stereotype of zombies is that they are slow and not so bright, they still chase after humans.&lt;/div&gt;
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One bullet to the head and they&#39;re gone.&lt;/div&gt;
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But one bite and you&#39;ll be one of them in a few minutes.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s a whole lot different from cannibalism because the last thing you want to see before your life ends is some rotten corpse munching on you. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;except if the zombie is sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Woah.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just the thought of my family being zombies makes me want to run away from here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then how about my friends? I can&#39;t even start to imagine. &lt;/div&gt;
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Or maybe my head&#39;s just preoccupied by my fear of zombies right now.&lt;/div&gt;
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I mean, come on. People tell me that zombies are just fictional. Or so you think.&lt;/div&gt;
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In my opinion, zombies CAN be real.&lt;/div&gt;
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I found this article in cracked.com wherein it stated some facts that can result to a zombie outbreak. &lt;/div&gt;
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All it needs are some scientists to test it out on humans and let it spread.&lt;/div&gt;
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And I believe we have a lot of them, we just don&#39;t know they exist, yet. Or do we?&lt;/div&gt;
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Do we?&lt;/div&gt;
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So you&#39;re thinking, I just read one article about zombies and I already believed it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Could you be that gullible?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Actually, yes. As long as it&#39;s about zombies, YES.&lt;/div&gt;
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The wrath of Mother Nature&#39;s better than zombies.&lt;/div&gt;
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I would rather be eaten alive by thousands of parasitic worms than some smelly corpse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay maybe NOT.&lt;/div&gt;
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A hot zombie may be a rather pretty site before dying.&lt;/div&gt;
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So if a zombie apocalypse actually happens, I&#39;m calling out to all the hot people out there.&lt;/div&gt;
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Especially if you&#39;re Johnny Depp or Jessica Alba. Or Haylie Williams. Or Bret Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;
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Please. Come to our town and bite me.&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing for sure: I WILL NOT SURVIVE A ZOMBIE OUTBREAK.&lt;/div&gt;
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How about you? &lt;/div&gt;
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