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I'm going to super ramble in today's entry, so feel free to carry and watch my new video.&amp;nbsp; It's probably more entertaining that read some angry, pissy blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been having a shit week.&amp;nbsp; First off, I was terrible at work earlier this week.&amp;nbsp; Not to imply that I'm usually outstanding at serving burgers, but I just felt super out of it.&amp;nbsp; For whatever odd reason, I just couldn't hear to anything, or act quickly enough. &amp;nbsp; On Sunday night, I was forced to stay up until 3am to work on a marketing assignment, and it was not exciting.&amp;nbsp; Compared to one of my team remembers, Winnie, I actually got a decent amount of sleep that night; Winnie didn't sleep at all.&amp;nbsp; To top it all off, my family has rented our basement out the the craziest bitch tenant ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's the deal, when we were talking to the tenant (let's call her Jill) prior to renting the place out to her, my mom asked me to ask for Jill's occupation.&amp;nbsp; This was clearly bad on my part, but I didn't feel comfortable asking her, and in retrospect, I sorta wish I did.&amp;nbsp; However, I don't think that knowing that she isn't employed would make a significant shift on my mom's decisions of renting the place out to Jill.&amp;nbsp; She was willing to pay a premium price in comparison to the frugal budget of most Chinese folks, and that was probably something that my mom was keen on.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, Jill is a &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;mother ass&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She sings super late at night (any time after 11pm is later for me), and the biggest problem is the volume of it.&amp;nbsp; Not only that, but she always has guests over, and that's not something that the landlord can control, but it surely isn't favourable that she has people coming in and out all of the time . . . namely due to the fact Jill's friends are just as loud and obnoxious as herself.&amp;nbsp; There was one night in particular, on the 10th, where she probably held some type of party/get together.&amp;nbsp; The fucking crazy woman was &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;singing scales at 12am&lt;/b&gt; = =&amp;nbsp; what the fuck, wtf aghkjakgjhkjafhk.&amp;nbsp; Have I mentioned her laugh?&amp;nbsp; It's one of the most vile sounds my ears have ever been subjected to!&amp;nbsp; It's not far off from the sound of hyena's laughing, except Jill's laugh is &lt;i&gt;super &lt;/i&gt;shrill.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least hyenas look CUTE.&amp;nbsp; Jill is not cute, she is a fat ugly chola lady = n =&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm done being pissed, gdaaaaaaaaay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-139867707838539094?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hey, er'body.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's currently&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; 3:35am&lt;/b&gt;, and I feel like a pile of flaming cow turds.&lt;/div&gt;
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Normally, I would immediately go to bed after a long day of dicking around,&lt;/div&gt;
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but then I was reminded I had to work on this marketing assignment QQ&lt;/div&gt;
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In a group of four, my group&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; stayed up working on a write up of a marketing proposal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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for Gap Inc.&amp;nbsp; Holy moly fdkjahdkgjahkdjfghajfhgjafdhgjkahfdgh&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel so brain dead right now.&amp;nbsp; I hope I remember what I have to do for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a number of things that I need to set up time lines for, because I know for a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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fact that I have let myself slip away into some old bad habits.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's almost Vday, and I feel like&lt;i style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I should post a video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; up for the occasion LOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not going to tell you what my vid is going to be about, but it involves suffering.&lt;/div&gt;
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3 assholes unsubbed my channel = = I know what you guys are doing, jks.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not hurt . . . not that much ):&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was my friends birthday, and we spent it over at her house&lt;/div&gt;
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eating bun thang (some viet noodle dish), and watching Insidious, which I must say,&lt;/div&gt;
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is less exciting the second time.&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel so guilty for not having any pictures for you guys T_____________________________T&lt;/div&gt;
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I'll post when I have pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-103204479533821547?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Once again, in web design class, and my teacher has not yet assigned the next portion of the project.&amp;nbsp; I've already finished the last portion assigned, albeit poorly done.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, it's been irritating me for a while.&amp;nbsp; I've discovered that there's this software installed on the computer so teachers can monitor computer activity of all the students.&amp;nbsp; I understand that it's a safety measure to ensure that students are acting responsibly on the computers, but I can't help but feel that my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;privacy is being invaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I can't help but feel as though everything I'm doing is being watched over - kinda like having mom looking over my shoulder whenever I'm on the computer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of my mother, she always interrogates me regarding people on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; I'll be looking at some random video posted in my feeds, and my mom will come over, point at a picture in the news feeds, and ask me "Which one is you?"&amp;nbsp; UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP BEING SO NOSY, AND THAT PICTURE ISN'T OF ME; THAT'S A PICTURE OF SOME RANDOM PERSON I HAPPEN TO BE ACQUAINTED WITH = =&amp;nbsp; I cannot describe the rage I feel when my mom monitors what I do on the computer.&amp;nbsp; It's not like it's anything inappropriate, but she has as many questions as a 3 year old.&amp;nbsp; "What's that?" "You should be doing your homework!" "Don't buy that."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiet, just leave me be, woman!&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to stop raging OTL&amp;nbsp; but I must say, the woman can drive me up the wall!&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's talk about how&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; I'm down $700&lt;/b&gt; Q A Q;;&amp;nbsp; Before you come to the conclusion that I've been scammed, or I've somehow lost my money, that isn't the case; I spent it.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, I bought myself a new camera, and ... well, I don't really know how to use it yet, but I'm getting the hang of it.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, I'll able to take more pictures for my blog again, because it's clear that I haven't been taking too many photos it the recent months.&amp;nbsp; And looking at my stats, it's pretty darn obvious that I haven't been posting very much either.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm don't want to go into detail about what type of camera I bought, but I can guarantee that you will all call me a hypocrite ;;9 A 9)&lt;br /&gt;
Hint: it has a tilty swively screen HAHAHA Anybody else watch&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DigitalRevCom"&gt; DRTV&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; Love their vids.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is another issue that has been irritating me, but saying anything would make me looking like a pretentious prick :/&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life lessons by PK: you should never blog about people acquainted with in real life with negative connotations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With that belief in place, I really can't say anything .................&amp;nbsp; however, if those watch dogs are still out, the people in question are&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; not from school&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Just to get it out of my system, I would like to say the following: I'm not buying what you're selling, and I would really appreciate it if you brought your business elsewhere.&amp;nbsp; Mucho appreciado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you read everything that I typed out today?&amp;nbsp; Good job, a pat on the shoulder for you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm really bored.&amp;nbsp; Can&amp;nbsp; you tell?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm really just typing out nonsense now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-8852430614373220700?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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-pee kay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-3831311659302661421?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here I am, innocently browsing around craigslist for some sweet deals or pre-loved clothing, and I witness this ad for custom tees!&amp;nbsp; I've wanted to make a custom tee for a little while, but I've never been willing to dish out the cash.&amp;nbsp; If there's one thing I know about getting custom T's, it would be the fact that they are ridiculously expensive!&amp;nbsp; However, the ad showed that t shirts only costed $5.50/ea (I smell sweatshop labour in Cambodia~~~~~~~~ LOLOL!).&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, out of curiosity, I made the erroneous choice of viewing their website.&amp;nbsp; Prepare yourself, for what you are about to witness, is unworldly . . .&lt;/div&gt;
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or a certain web designer needs to get FIRED - they need to be fired ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;
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how I have resized it, but their banner is PIXELATED = =&lt;/div&gt;
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project!&amp;nbsp; Because I, too, will also be creating a hideous website &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;
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- major tired. Totes need some tingle touching sleep orz.&lt;/div&gt;
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Conflicted 'CAUSE I NEED TO DO WORK (ALTHOUGH I'M PROCRASTINATING)&lt;/div&gt;
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NIGHT NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;
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-PK&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyhow, my manager briefly hinted promoting me.&amp;nbsp; MORE MONAAAAAAAAAAAY.&amp;nbsp; Of course, that;s assuming she decides that I have "what they are looking for", and that I will comply with doing extra work for a diminutive increase in my pay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before anybody points out that I'm using overly pretentious wording, I'M PRACTISING FOR MY UPCOMING EXAM!&amp;nbsp; My English teacher has emphasized the fact that the majority of teens, or even adults for that matter, have a very restricted vocabulary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Besides the point!&amp;nbsp; I SAW THE MOST LOVELY BOY ON THURSDAY.&amp;nbsp; OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I felt rather ashamed, because that day, like most days, I was dressed like crap!&amp;nbsp; I can't find myself time in the recent mornings to get properly dressed.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, the boy wore a cropped black pea coat, with pair of cranberry red, straight cut jeans, and a pair of chestnut loafers. He was carrying a khaki coloured cross body canvas bag.&amp;nbsp; He had lovely face too!&amp;nbsp; If it were socially acceptable, I would have stared at his dainty features a much more extensive period of time!&amp;nbsp; He looked like a pretty little boy from England HAHAHA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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- LA PK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-2160381087117484531?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hiya, how goes the night? &lt;/div&gt;
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So sad, man!&amp;nbsp; Half a year has passes, and I still don't have my L LOLOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel like all of my friends already have their's, and I haven't done shit.&amp;nbsp; I should probably just&lt;/div&gt;
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get it done with, because we all need another hazard on the roads &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;
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Winter break is almost over, and I haven't updated my YT or my Blogger ;_____;&lt;/div&gt;
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And what have I been doing over the past two weeks?&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I've been goofing around with my "pet dog".&amp;nbsp; Can you see her&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; crazy hair&lt;/b&gt;?&amp;nbsp; It's tangled and messy,&lt;/div&gt;
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I just don't get how she sleeps.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;A&amp;lt;;;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to this shoe sale in down town, but I didn't really find any SUPER cheap shoes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Looked kinda rad, but I've decided that&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; I never want to dish out more than&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These shoes or so craaaaazy.&amp;nbsp; I would probably never wear these, but I thought&lt;/div&gt;
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they looked &lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;pretty rad&lt;/b&gt;, so I took a picture &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;
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I actually spotted one pair of shoes that I liked, and it was a pair of deep royal purple&lt;/div&gt;
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suede wedges ;________:&amp;nbsp; They looked so nice, but I think they were defective or something. &lt;/div&gt;
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because I didn't end up buying them in the end.&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to the mall the other day with Sally, since we haven't hung out since summer time.&lt;/div&gt;
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We raided the sale section at Shoppers Drugmart, and we saw the &lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Kinder Surprises&lt;/b&gt; &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;
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I haven't had one in a long ass time, so I was excited to have one again.&lt;/div&gt;
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I chew through it for the toy, and you know what I freakin' got?&lt;/div&gt;
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A paper fish = =&amp;nbsp; I want my money back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was such a crap toy, I just left it in the mall LOL&amp;nbsp; Luckily, I only bought one,&lt;br /&gt;
My buddy Sally on the other hand managed to buy four HAAHHAAHHAHA SO SAD!&lt;br /&gt;
She seemed really tired that day though ):&amp;nbsp; She slept so late (probably around 5am).&lt;br /&gt;
Sally seemed to have a lot more to share about her life than I did LOL!&amp;nbsp; Her life seems so drama&lt;br /&gt;
filled.&amp;nbsp; Mind you, I think she could do without some of it.&amp;nbsp; There's this girl at&lt;br /&gt;
school who ticks her off a lot, who I think she should just cut ties with.&lt;br /&gt;
If I rememeber correctly, she broke up with her new boyfriend in the past month 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;
I hope that is an exaggeration on her part, because 10 times is a LOT.&amp;nbsp; Apparently everytime&lt;br /&gt;
she tries to breakup with the boy, he starts crying = =&lt;br /&gt;
Yenno what's the funny part.&amp;nbsp; A few years back, she was telling me&lt;br /&gt;
how creepy this guy was.&amp;nbsp; I guess we all have a change of heart, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
I had some stuff that I wanted to get off my chest too, but I didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;
to in depth.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should call kids help phone or something.&lt;br /&gt;
(FYI,my parents are NOT abusing me &amp;gt;D )&lt;br /&gt;
I gave her a very general depiction of how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't you hate it when the guy you like is always&lt;br /&gt;
saying how he finds some other girl attractive."&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh my gosh, yeah!&amp;nbsp; What's worse is when that girl is your friend&lt;br /&gt;
Do you want to talk to me about it."&lt;br /&gt;
"...No."&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought about it the next day, and began to cry just before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
If it was anybody else, I wouldn't cry about it, but they're my &lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
I need to find strangers that I will never meet again so I can vent so hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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The following day, I raided Ash's house, and played Smash Bros, and Mario Cart (which, by the way, I both suck at).&amp;nbsp; Serena came too, but she only stayed for 45 minutes = =&lt;/div&gt;
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Thing just never go according to plan.&amp;nbsp; I'm betting my money in hopes that Serena &lt;i style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;never ever ever never forever never ever reads my blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Original Plan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Alright, from Ash and my understanding, Serena likes this guy she&lt;br /&gt;
met during the Summer, and he likes her too. I have no idea how much truth there is in that&lt;br /&gt;
statement, but let's go with it for the sake of this story.&amp;nbsp; Ash had secretly invited that guy to&lt;br /&gt;
join us to hang out, AND THEN THE PASSION WOULD BLOSSOM HAHAHAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What Actually Happened&lt;br /&gt;
Serena could only stay for 45 minutes because she was scheduled for work that day.&amp;nbsp; OF ALL DAYS,&lt;br /&gt;
YOU MCDONALD MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU HAD TO MAKE THIS CHICK BUSY ON THE&lt;br /&gt;
DAY THAT FUCKING MATTERED?!&amp;nbsp; WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU KIDS????????????&lt;br /&gt;
Anyhow, he found out, and decided not to come because it would be "awkward"&lt;br /&gt;
seeing as how he only feels close with Serena.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;MISSION FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing we could do about that!&amp;nbsp; After Sern left, Ash and I watched&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; Hoshi wo Ou Kodomo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty, and I liked the soundtrack, but I felt that it was&lt;br /&gt;
very inconclusive.&amp;nbsp; I suggest you watch it if you are looking for some eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;
OKAY! HAPPY NEW YEAR (y)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry, I've been going crazy lately!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy this cover version of my favourite Christmas jam &amp;gt;D&lt;br /&gt;
Hope you all have a good one!&amp;nbsp; I have to go to work yet again this week (That's right, on xmas day!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
kay&lt;br /&gt;
Time to get money&lt;br /&gt;
get paper&lt;br /&gt;
get girls all different flavours AHAHHAHAAHHAA jokes jokes.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a more typical, angry note.&amp;nbsp; I bloody hate my 三婆 so fucking much.&amp;nbsp; God damn, I hate that woman with a deep passion.&amp;nbsp; My first impression of her was so bloody bad.When I first saw her, &lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;she asked me why my teeth were so yellow&lt;/b&gt;... are you fucking serious?&amp;nbsp; Hello to you too?&amp;nbsp; I fucking hate FOB ass Chinese immigrants.&amp;nbsp; Call me ignorant, racist, dumb.&amp;nbsp; I don't give a flaming fuck.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; those stupid Chinese motherfuckers.&amp;nbsp; Yes, Canada is all about multiculturalism, but I just can't relate to those dumb fucks!!!&amp;nbsp; ARGH!&amp;nbsp; I'm just venting right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My view of Chinese immigrants basically just mirrors what my relatives feel about me.&amp;nbsp; So everything I'm saying right now is super mutual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What my 三婆 probably things about me:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;she's stupid&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;can't take care of herself&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;rude&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;spoiled&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;can't speak Chinese = super stupid&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I think about her:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;She's cheap&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;she's too fucking loud&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;she's spoiled&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;she's just terrible&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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I'm not pulling this shit out of my ass.&amp;nbsp; She is definitely cheap.&amp;nbsp; My 三婆 has this habit of inviting people to go out for meals, but surprise, surprise!&amp;nbsp; SHE NEVER PAYS THE BILL, AND THAT'S WHY SHE'LL INVITE YOU!&amp;nbsp; I understand that she's fresh off the boat, but c'mon!&amp;nbsp; Mooching off others on a daily? Since she's from China, she instantly speaks at max volume at every occasion.&amp;nbsp; Because of this, I hide in my room whenever she's over.&amp;nbsp; I have the option of blowing out my eardrums by having her yell at my face, or listening to my favourite music.&amp;nbsp; The decision is easy!&amp;nbsp; Don't get me started on how loud and stuck up this woman is.&amp;nbsp; When she first arrived to Canada, my parents offered her furniture, food, and other necessities.&amp;nbsp; You know what she said?&amp;nbsp; She said she didn't want old stuff &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; and she threw it out.&amp;nbsp; Grandma, if you don't fucking want it, don't take.&amp;nbsp; At least that way, we can donate it and make good use of it.&amp;nbsp; I hate her with all my being.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mom dragged me to Futureshop with 三婆 to help pick out a new camera.&amp;nbsp; I really don't know much about cameras, so I didn't even want to go.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to ask me to help translate, but they almost always have Chinese employees there, which would have made my being there pointless anyhow.&amp;nbsp; I also had work that day, and I really didn't want to be out.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention they were buying this cam for somebody in CHINA?&amp;nbsp; They could probably buy the same cameras in China = =&amp;nbsp; At least that way in has Chinese interface.&amp;nbsp; The worst fucking part is that the very next day, she wanted to return it.&amp;nbsp; My mom HAD to go back with her.&amp;nbsp; god...................................... please take my 三婆's life in the coming years.&amp;nbsp; That's probably terrible, but I hate my family.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should just die, that was I don't have to deal with ANYTHING orz&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I want to get a credit card ( talk about off topic)!&amp;nbsp; I was using a prepaid gift card on my PayPal account so that I could do instant transfers, but the card expired, and I can't use it anymore = =&amp;nbsp; I'll just use my mom's card so that I can do instant transfers again &amp;gt;D&amp;nbsp; I won't use her money though, I'M A GOOD CHILD.&amp;nbsp; I need to stop saying that LOLz&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that the weather is gorgeous today?&amp;nbsp; Well, it is.&amp;nbsp; Blue skies as far as the eye can see.&amp;nbsp; It's chilly, but it's definitely better that that cloudy crap we've been getting in recent weeks.&amp;nbsp; I kinda feel like going for a jog, but my back hurts SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much from yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention my aching knees, and raging stomach.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it would be best to just head home a lay down.&amp;nbsp; I don't really want to feel anymore tired than I already do QQ &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-8685377331877163940?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
AND QQ didn't get sub 1000.&amp;nbsp; UGH&amp;nbsp; gonna have to make it up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah, why do all you Brits get the good television programing!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-6891628321980675566?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9KIfajI_GQ/TtC1sStaphI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YXQb9abpZEE/s1600/touchesmytingle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9KIfajI_GQ/TtC1sStaphI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YXQb9abpZEE/s1600/touchesmytingle.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will be posting a video up on my channel soon.&amp;nbsp; I should probably link it &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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SUB MY CHANNEL FOR UPDATESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-3576726843116383946?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal:  Complete homework before sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll try my best to do work on time!  I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL, SANTA MAH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
jks&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah!  The title of this blog is about a choral festival. . . . errr.  Just wait for an upcoming vlog!  I don't want to type about.  I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE typing :)  I find that I hit backspace more that any other key.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okay.&amp;nbsp; I need to get a vid done tomorrow, seeing as how I don't have school.&amp;nbsp; No promises, because THEY ARE SO EXPENSIVE. QQ&amp;nbsp; I HAVE TO GO RECORD DON'T STOP OANDGKLAHFGJAKLGKLAJG BELL RANG BYE BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-4053428487106644302?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Shanghai Romance by Orange Carmel&lt;br /&gt;
I was just thinking that this songs sounds very Japanese.&amp;nbsp; I know it's Korean, but the way it's produced, doesn't it sound like Jpop?&amp;nbsp; Damn koreans and their catchy music &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAPRIKA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that's a sissy ass spice.&amp;nbsp; It seriously has no taste. . .&amp;nbsp; at least not much of one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z0cLuBXg3pE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Oh my gah, this guy is so cuuuuuuute&amp;nbsp; I was looking at cover versions of Sistar 19's Ma Boy, and I found this video of a guy in the related vids.&amp;nbsp; Hardly any guys do covers of Korean songs, so I went ahead and clicked on it.&amp;nbsp; Man, I felt like I was watching porn, because he was topless in low light &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;;;;&amp;nbsp; I was so afraid that my mom might look over my should, and think that I'm watching something dirty.&amp;nbsp; Watch, and you'll know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; HE HAS SUCH NICE SKIN, SO JELLY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know if he's straight though . . . all my dreams are deaaaaaaaaad,&amp;nbsp; OR ARE THEY HAHAHAHAHAH.&amp;nbsp; If any of my friends are reading this, yenno what I mean. you know duh, you know duh!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HGpEr8AkNw4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alright, I need to go study some socials bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PEACE&lt;br /&gt;
'cause, yenno, hippies love that shit.&lt;br /&gt;
-pk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-4857828910395335814?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You&lt;br /&gt;
That makes this fuck up your fault.&lt;br /&gt;
You raised a fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goddammit.&amp;nbsp; You never have anything nice to say.&amp;nbsp; Never, never, never.&lt;br /&gt;
Always so fucking critical.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry, that just totally popped into my head.&amp;nbsp; On the topic of the unexpected, I stood around my usual group of friends today when I noticed Jerome stood with us as well.&amp;nbsp; He normally doesn't, but he began to explain, "If you're wondering why I'm standing here today, it's because I'm the third wheel over there."&lt;br /&gt;
I peer over in the direction that Jerome points to, and see a couple hugging and kissing.&amp;nbsp; After hysterically laughing at him for being a third wheel, I stop to do a double take....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That was my honest reaction to what I saw.&amp;nbsp; I had no intentions of being rude, but I thought they were quite the unlikely couple . . . at least, that was my take on things.&amp;nbsp; I'm not surprised that the girl is in the relationship.&amp;nbsp; I'll put it nicely, and say she's very open minded when it comes to men.&amp;nbsp; The boy, however, I would never expect him to have a girlfriend in high school.&amp;nbsp; He's not ugly, rude, or stupid.&amp;nbsp; The boy is just very quiet, and I couldn't imagine him having any interest in getting a date.&amp;nbsp; Yenno?&amp;nbsp; The kinda guy who might put his future ahead of having a fun relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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Asides from that, I had school lunch twice this week, and it didn't taste like crap!&amp;nbsp; Kudos to the kitchen team at school.&amp;nbsp; The lasagna was not just noodles this time o U o)b&amp;nbsp; Please season your Shepard pie a little bit more though. . . more fat or something.&amp;nbsp; The potatoes in it are so bland T____T&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember asking if I could have the piece of lasagna that was further in, because it looked less dishevelled, but the guy said noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&amp;nbsp; WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!&amp;nbsp; GORDON RAMSEY?&amp;nbsp; THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT QQ SMDSMDSMDSMDSMD&amp;nbsp; HHAHAHAHA jks.&amp;nbsp; What do you expect when the service costs $0 OAO;;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow, thanks for the flavourful lasagna.&amp;nbsp; Thasagna.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tis all for now&lt;br /&gt;
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We're looking at a crescendo and a decrescendo in the quality of my school photos.&amp;nbsp; I hate my school photo this year so much.&amp;nbsp; I was actually quite happy with my one from last year, because I caked on the make up LOLOLOL.&amp;nbsp; My hair looked like crap... why is spell check underlining looked &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;;;&lt;/div&gt;
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I tried curling it, but then it looked bad, and I did a bunch of other stuff. .&amp;nbsp; . it looked like crap, end of story.&amp;nbsp; My skin also looks a lot more tan, and I don't like tan skin.&amp;nbsp; GRR!&amp;nbsp; I'll try and convince myself to like it, but as of now, I don't find it very attractive.&amp;nbsp; I just hope I don't look super ugly for grad photos, and all that jazz.&amp;nbsp; Who am kidding, we all know I'm gonna eff it up orz&lt;/div&gt;
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There's this year, and last year.&amp;nbsp; Poor lighting, but that's OKAY, RIGHT?!&amp;nbsp; Can you see all the wrong in my hair?&amp;nbsp; LOL &lt;/div&gt;
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Here's a vLog I have on LIMITED, because I want to treat&lt;/div&gt;
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my blog readers to a "special vid".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It'll be the lost episode.&amp;nbsp; I keep scratching my elbow in the video (gross, I know).&lt;/div&gt;
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Only afterwards did it occur to me that it may look as if I were doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's a video of my little all you can eat adventure.&amp;nbsp; It was very painful T___T&lt;/div&gt;
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But it was super fun at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For anybody who is thinking about going to&lt;/div&gt;
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all you can eat at Fish on Rice, it's really limiting.&amp;nbsp; I understand that they need to make money&lt;/div&gt;
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by applying caps, but you get max 6 pieces of sashimi per person = = They only give you 2 hours to eat&lt;/div&gt;
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and when it came time for placing our last order, I felt super pressed&lt;/div&gt;
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for time, and I order a million of everything!&amp;nbsp; It pissed me off so badly when he said&lt;/div&gt;
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"This is your last order."&lt;/div&gt;
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(= A =&amp;nbsp; *)&amp;nbsp; You wanna die.&amp;nbsp; I will cut you.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was all good fun though.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm thinking of taking social studies online.&amp;nbsp; I'm not learning in my current class.&lt;/div&gt;
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To be completely honest, I hate that class the most!&amp;nbsp; It's full off trivial knowledge that&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't feel will be useful to me int he future.&amp;nbsp; Politics are very boring to me &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quite simply can't find it in me to enjoy talking about old white guys&lt;/div&gt;
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and the whole shebang about how we shouldn't trust them lalalalalalalaa&lt;/div&gt;
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TRIVIAL BULLSHIT.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I should vote when I'm legal, but sitting in a classroom trying to hammer this information into my head is impossible!&lt;/div&gt;
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That's all!&amp;nbsp; Thanks, bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-3054305557220316632?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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only to get burned &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You want me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
scorched&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;go watch you on a date with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
burdened.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Do you know how jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-6627781622307252630?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="276" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xgwusx" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xgwusx_isubs-dbsknights-rm27-1-4_fun" target="_blank"&gt;[iSUBS &amp;amp; DBSKnights]RM27 (1/4)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/isubs" target="_blank"&gt;isubs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From what I understand, it's really popular, but I haven't started watching any of it yet.&amp;nbsp; Looks funny though, so I'll be spending my potential study time on this.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been feeling very weak recently.&amp;nbsp; This is most likely due to the fact that I quit taking P.E. this year at school.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; running laps, so I jumped at the chance of dropping the course.&amp;nbsp; Excuse me for being immodest, but I was pretty good in PE &amp;gt;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All at the same time, I really lacked direction . . . ANY OLD HOW, my muscles are deteriorating, so that's fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Any tumblr users?&amp;nbsp; I don't use it seeing as how I have a wonderful home here on blogger, but I clearly remember seeing this one picture on tumblr that said "If you like someone for more that 4 months, you are already in love."&lt;br /&gt;
This came up when I was having a conversation on the phone with my good friend . . .&amp;nbsp; who lives five houses away from my own (Like dropping P.E. wasn't bad enough, won't even walk over to friends house to have a chat!).&amp;nbsp; We grazed over the legitimacy of that statement.&amp;nbsp; How would you know if you were in love?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I'm just infatuated, which is why I feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't think in a streamline fashion, so I'm just gonna stop HAHHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-7536075068580475704?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I AM SO SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD&lt;br /&gt;
GOD, I AM IN SUCH A BAD MOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/956399328821108556-6213238636001654553?l=princesskahara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hIQKL5hUcPin7dH3I8Z7EE7j7-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hIQKL5hUcPin7dH3I8Z7EE7j7-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gGJGe/~4/cy-sBiKfics" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://princesskahara.blogspot.com/feeds/6213238636001654553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://princesskahara.blogspot.com/2011/10/fuck-you-pc-fuck-you-ps.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956399328821108556/posts/default/6213238636001654553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956399328821108556/posts/default/6213238636001654553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gGJGe/~3/cy-sBiKfics/fuck-you-pc-fuck-you-ps.html" title="FUCK YOU PC, FUCK YOU PS" /><author><name>Princess Kahara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11308308307846188679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://princesskahara.blogspot.com/2011/10/fuck-you-pc-fuck-you-ps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNR30-fCp7ImA9WhdbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956399328821108556.post-4793957714025135812</id><published>2011-10-01T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:43:16.354-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T17:43:16.354-07:00</app:edited><title>99 problems and a bitch ain't one</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Don't ask about the title, it was legit the fist that that popped into my head.&lt;/div&gt;
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I should probably go to bed right about now, but I thought it might be nice of be to type&lt;/div&gt;
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a blog entry (:&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was a relatively boring day, much like any other.&lt;/div&gt;
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I totally bombed the math quiz I got this morning, and you know what?&lt;/div&gt;
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I knew how to do everything, but I &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;read the question wrong&lt;/b&gt;! Don't you hate&lt;/div&gt;
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when that happens?&amp;nbsp; Somehow, I was stupid enough to read 7 as 40.&lt;/div&gt;
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This time, I've managed to impress myself with this blunder!&lt;/div&gt;
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On top of that, I got brief detention, because I wasn't paying&lt;/div&gt;
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attention in class.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;This year has started off with a hell&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is usually pretty easy for me to pay attention, but&lt;/div&gt;
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my attention span has shrunk in recent months. = =&lt;/div&gt;
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ANYHOW, &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;marketing &lt;/b&gt;has proven to be one of my &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;most enjoyed courses&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is namely because I love listening to my teachers views on&lt;/div&gt;
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things!&amp;nbsp; Many of the opinions she share are similar, if not identical, to my own.&lt;/div&gt;
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Apart from my love for her spontaneous rants, it's super interesting to hear facts about&lt;/div&gt;
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the physiological aspect of marketing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's one of my favourite videos that I've found on the topic of marketing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have an assignment that I have to finish by next day.&amp;nbsp; I'm supposed to&lt;/div&gt;
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design an ad to sell an imaginary product, but I don't really know what to call&lt;/div&gt;
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my product!&amp;nbsp; The idea is a&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; light compensating lamp&lt;/b&gt; LOL!&amp;nbsp; I stole the idea&lt;/div&gt;
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from the new Samsung Galaxy phone.&amp;nbsp; I heard on the radio that the screen would&lt;/div&gt;
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not be battery draining, because it would adjust in brightness according to external brightness.&lt;/div&gt;
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a familiar voice.&amp;nbsp; Why, it was le Sern!&amp;nbsp; I thought she wouldn't come visit me at school&lt;/div&gt;
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today, because she was sick.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was ecstatic to see her though.&amp;nbsp; It felt like ages since I last saw her.&lt;/div&gt;
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That's not right, I saw her yesterday, but I don't believe we have spoken in a long while.&lt;/div&gt;
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You know what's bizarre?&amp;nbsp; I label the girl as a best friend, and yet&lt;/div&gt;
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she's the one friend who I always&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; censor myself&lt;/b&gt; in front of... It kinda pissesme off,&lt;/div&gt;
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because I don't know why. &amp;nbsp; It would piss me off even more if she was reading this&lt;/div&gt;
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SOOOOOOOOOOOOO....&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope you're not reading this LOLOLOLL&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear creeper in my web design class, please refrain from doing THAT again!&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm flattered that you would say hi, but stay out of my folder, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;
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Angry bird cakes at T&amp;amp;T!&amp;nbsp; I took a pic, and the lady said&lt;/div&gt;
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no pics = = free advertisement, people!&lt;/div&gt;
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why would you say no pics?!&lt;/div&gt;
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H&amp;amp;M opening in metrotown October 13th at noon!&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's the progress thus far!&lt;/div&gt;
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