<?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-7195417941591981788</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:32:51.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_________________No Rain, No Rainbow_______________</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-6434897606561165536</id><published>2011-04-27T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T04:45:43.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aegaeon - Exponential Transcendence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://assets.news4uonline.com/images/articles/2009/23/Album%20cover.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://assets.news4uonline.com/images/articles/2009/23/Album%20cover.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Track Listing -&lt;br /&gt;
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1. The Inception&lt;br /&gt;
2. The Earth Devoured&lt;br /&gt;
3. The Deprivation Of Existence&lt;br /&gt;
4. The Dawn Of...&lt;br /&gt;
5. Perception&lt;br /&gt;
6. Exponential Transcendence&lt;br /&gt;
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Download Link (256kbps VBR) : &lt;a href=&quot;http://rapidshare.com/files/272393206/Aegaeon-Exponential_Transcendence-CDEP-2009-UTP.rar&quot;&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/272393206/Aegaeon-Exponential_Transcendence-CDEP-2009-UTP.rar&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/6434897606561165536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/aegaeon-exponential-transcendence.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6434897606561165536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6434897606561165536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/aegaeon-exponential-transcendence.html' title='Aegaeon - Exponential Transcendence'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-4760120237378173919</id><published>2011-04-27T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:13:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acacia Strain - Wormwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mindequalsblown.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/The-Acacia-Strain-Wormwood.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://mindequalsblown.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/The-Acacia-Strain-Wormwood.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Track Listing -&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Beast&lt;br /&gt;
2. The Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;
3. BTM FDR&lt;br /&gt;
4. Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;
5. Terminated&lt;br /&gt;
6. Nightman&lt;br /&gt;
7. The Impaler&lt;br /&gt;
8. Jonestown&lt;br /&gt;
9. Bay Of Pigs&lt;br /&gt;
10. The Carpathian&lt;br /&gt;
11. Unabomber&lt;br /&gt;
12. Tactical Nuke&lt;br /&gt;
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Download Link (320kbps) :&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://depositfiles.com/en/files/luhu84gpi&quot;&gt;http://depositfiles.com/en/files/luhu84gpi&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/4760120237378173919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/acacia-strain-wormwood.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/4760120237378173919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/4760120237378173919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/acacia-strain-wormwood.html' title='The Acacia Strain - Wormwood'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-6459125826432253682</id><published>2011-04-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:38:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You &amp; Changes</title><content type='html'>Howdy y&#39;all. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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First I would like to say thank you to ALL those people who checked out my blog from Twitter and MySpace. How I know you did? I&#39;m just magical. ;) All I need to ask you to do is comment more! You&#39;re going to need an account but please don&#39;t feel shy! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And now for the major announcement&lt;/b&gt;, I&#39;m thinking about changing this blog to a completely impersonal one. I&#39;m thinking about directing all the attention to music reviews of things that come my way, downloads of various things that you&#39;ll be loving since I get everything first, and some important announcements in relation to the music world.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I hope you enjoy these changes when they take place. I&#39;m currently in the process of getting things together, but it should be underway fairly soon. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;
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santi! &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/6459125826432253682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-you-changes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6459125826432253682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6459125826432253682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-you-changes.html' title='Thank You &amp; Changes'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-1594009329557811893</id><published>2011-04-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:33:00.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, I haven&#39;t been on here in a while. It&#39;s kind of weird to think about how much has changed in the past year or so. Everything used to be so...happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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oh well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m almost a completely different person nowadays. Mostly because I&#39;ve lost most of what was a heart, for various unimportant reasons. Nobody even uses this site anymore, so I guess that&#39;s exactly why I&#39;m going to use it to vent. Meanwhile, I&#39;m a newbie to these adsense things at the top, but they seem rather helpful at the moment. Especially &#39;cause I gots no job, hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, I&#39;m going to be using this frequently now. Prepare yo&#39;selves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/1594009329557811893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-i-havent-been-on-here-in-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/1594009329557811893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/1594009329557811893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-i-havent-been-on-here-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-5267073798551936489</id><published>2010-08-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:06:28.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s my birthday. Is it your birthday? I think not. BECAUSE IT&#39;S MY BIRTHDAY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So far I&#39;ve recieved a deliciously delicious Red Bull and DEEP BLUE by the amazing Parkway Drive. (: Tonight, I am recieving more (hopefully). :D I am yet again in English, mucking around on my blog. Imah try and edit the background/layout of my blog now. (: The current one is kinda cool, but really default.&amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I totally love The Acacia Strain&#39;s new material. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LV41auzUG5Q&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The Carpathian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Going to see Inception on Saturday with my friends. OH. and I&#39;m repiercing my snakebites and getting dermal anchors. Possibly a nose stud too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dermals are A HUNDRED DOLLARS. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I went to Hairhouse Warehouse yesterday and asked about it, they said that they&#39;ll do it no problem. The weird thing is, getting the actual piece of skin pierced costs 20 dollars, while the actual freaking piece of jewellery is 80. :P Can&#39;t wait to get it done anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;NATHAN IS THE GREATEST. HE IS MY HERO AND I IDOLISE HIM. HIS PENIS IS SO BIG. LIKE OMG ! ;DD ALSO, HIS JUMPSUIT TURNS ME ON. I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SO RIDIUCLOUSLY SEXY AND I &amp;lt;3 IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;^^^^^ all bullcrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And that was obviously typed by Nathan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m going to go look at more dermals now. I really think silver balls will look the best. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Peace out nigga.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/5267073798551936489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/5267073798551936489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/5267073798551936489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/08/party-time.html' title='Party Time. (:'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-6265221162672401317</id><published>2010-08-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:34:24.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School. D;</title><content type='html'>I hate school. We&#39;re in english, talking about blogs. Taking advantage of my Tafe account, I thought I might just go post a blog because I can. (:&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m bored, I want to go home, I feel like going on Twitter now and I&#39;m going to listen to music now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;
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EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;
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BTW, IT&#39;S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY IN 2 DAYS. ;D&lt;br /&gt;
IMAH BE FIFTEEN MOFUCKA&#39;S.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/6265221162672401317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6265221162672401317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6265221162672401317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-d.html' title='School. D;'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-366691605057958167</id><published>2010-07-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:10:56.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tides. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Over time, people change. They mature, they become interested in other things, they fall in and out of love. I&#39;m not a fucking life coach and I don&#39;t claim to have extensive experience in life itself, but I pick up on things that go around quite easily. At this current point in time, I see myself at the lowest point of my life so far. It might not seem too bad from the outside for the time being, but you have no idea what it feels like to be me. I thought my life had been a bit sucky for a while, considering my unusual amount of loss and whatnot. But these last few weeks, mainly today, have taught me that even when you think things are bad and you&#39;re having a hard time, you haven&#39;t seen shit yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Only when somebody takes your heart and slices it into ten pieces will you understand what it&#39;s like. Seven months of constant effort, seven months of high hopes and sky-high dreams, seven months of pouring out my heart, and it all shatters and falls within two weeks. I wish I could write about something pleasant like a new album, or a great movie that came out on the weekend, but I can&#39;t. It may sound emo and all, but I&#39;m not quite sure if I&#39;ll ever be comfortable with giving myself to anyone ever again. I tried so hard to make it work, I really did. But it was all&amp;nbsp;dismissed because of a selfish fucking attitude and no fucking regard for how I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Although in saying this, I do believe it was my fault. I&#39;m not going on an emo rant about how much of a horrible boyfriend I am, but let me just say that if it were anyone else in the relationship&amp;nbsp;in my place, it would have worked out. I am the most fucking stubborn, useless, stupid, irritating fucking loser on this godforsaken planet. I don&#39;t want any &#39;ngaw&#39; moments, because that&#39;s not what I&#39;m looking for. These are things that are true. I am so far up my own fucking ass that I can manage to make something that is fine a total fucking disasterpiece in minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish I could turn back time and go to a happier place. Maybe when I was 7. I wouldn&#39;t have to give a shit about how heartbroken and alone I feel. I wouldn&#39;t have to try so hard to succeed.&amp;nbsp;I wouldn&#39;t have to spend so much time thinking and worrying what&#39;s going to happen if I say something to somebody. I would have people there for me who genuinely cared for me and not just some temporary fling that they would discard and move on from within&amp;nbsp;a week. I would have a real smile on my face for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Honesty is something that people tend to lack. You can&#39;t seem to be able to trust anybody anymore because most of the time if you do, they end up&amp;nbsp;stabbing you in the back. Eventually people get tired of being fucked over so many times and learn to not give a shit about what anyone says or thinks. Fortunately enough for me, that time is now. I can tell you all my secrets and not care at all. Tell everyone you like, I couldn&#39;t care less. When I cry, my hands start to shake badly. My hands always shake a little bit. I hope it isn&#39;t Parkinsons. This isn&#39;t much of a secret, but as most of you know my dad died when I was 9. What the real secret is, during the&amp;nbsp;daytime the entire family was at home sleeping because we had been awake at the hospital all night. I couldn&#39;t sleep, and I knew what was going on with my dad. I sat in my bed and prayed for 2 hours straight. Begging to god to keep my dad alive. I kept crying and shaking because I was so worried and I didn&#39;t know what to do. He died several hours after. He was 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I lost all faith in god when I was 9. He did nothing for me, even when I was begging. A couple of years later, I got over it. I thought it was fucking stupid to expect all my prayers to come true, even if it was significant. But when I was 12, my grandpa died from an aneurysm. It&#39;s basically a sudden death. My family was struck hard because he had just finished his final chemotherapy treatment for cancer. He was slowly getting better, and then this happened. He was 61.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I lost complete and utter faith in god from that point on. You may be asking &#39;why do you have the right or power to give god chances?&#39;. I&#39;m not self-righteous. It&#39;s common fucking sense, buddy. None of my family had done anything horrible or even bad. None of us deserved it. But the almighty god can wipe away whoever he wants with his relentless strength and not have to answer to anyone? He obviously has no idea what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If those aren&#39;t enough secrets for you, here&#39;s one more: I&#39;m bisexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Got a problem with it? &lt;strong&gt;Suck me, I would&amp;nbsp;fucking enjoy it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Until people start to learn to treat each other with respect and actually take a second to give a damn about how the other person feels, this world is going fucking nowhere. We&#39;ll all just carry on killing each other&amp;nbsp;and bombing each others countries because&amp;nbsp;they&#39;re is different and we can&#39;t be bothered to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; and understand from&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; side. The saying &#39;can&#39;t we all just get along&#39; sometimes makes me think. Why the fuck can&#39;t we? I&#39;ve never backstabbed or talked shit about someone unless they&#39;ve had the nerve to do the same to me first. I find it pointless and attention-seeking to try and start something without a proper reason apart from wanting to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Take the time to try understand and comprehend what I said. Without these things happening, nobody will ever be happy. And for the record, I haven&#39;t cried this much in one night since my dad died. I&#39;ve never felt so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koray.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/366691605057958167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/07/tides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/366691605057958167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/366691605057958167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/07/tides.html' title='Tides. ♥'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-9087893585028045109</id><published>2010-03-02T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:43:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFGNEWPOST. D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Well, here it is. The f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;irst &#39;normal post&#39; of mine. No complaining, no whinging. Okay maybe some whinging, but what can I do, I&#39;m a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;nd you know, considering the current state of music and society, it&#39;s hard not to whinge. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you&#39;re all doing fucking splendidly. I really don&#39;t know what to do apart from complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, currently I am addicted to things such as: Greeley Estates, 30 Seconds To Mars, Suicide Silence, The Amity Affliction, Closure In Moscow, Whitechapel, random KPop, random deathcore bands, 90&#39;s comedy, 70&#39;s, 80&#39;s, 90&#39;s and 00&#39;s horror movies, raspberry Fanta, screaming like an animal at people at random intervals and messing with my hair while being vain. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This week, I&#39;ve downloaded 18 random horror movies: The Blair Witch Project, Scream, Scream 2, Scream 3, An American Werewolf In Paris, An American Werewolf In London, The Ring, The Grudge, The Grudge 2, The Grudge 3, The Amityville Horror, The Bride Of Chucky, The Exorcist, Child&#39;s Play, Child&#39;s Play 2, Child&#39;s Play 3, Child&#39;s Play 4 and Child&#39;s Play 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imah watch them all later. Procrastination ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musics are specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unanswered - Suicide Silence: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BRUTAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Friends Are Friends For Never - Greeley Estates: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;EPIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane - 30 Seconds To Mars: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fruity Lexia - The Amity Affliction: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;CATCHY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Red Light Refrain - Closure In Moscow: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;UNDERDEVELOPED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Possession - Whitechapel: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;SHREDDING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker - G-Dragon: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;OLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Dress- Taeyang: Fucking &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DITTO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But uh, KPop vs Deathcore. Quite the contrast. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rain, No Rainbow by Greeley Estates came out on the 26th of January. It&#39;s fucking amazing, as expected. I&#39;ve been anticipating this shit for a while now. (You may have noticed the blog name.) Very glad I wasn&#39;t disappointed when it came out. It has Cameron Martin from The Irish Front, Jared Warth and Beau Bokan from Blessthefall and Craig Mabbitt from Escape The Fate. It&#39;s fucking brilliant. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a wishlist of shit that I want. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Bull Vest = $36&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Stacked Tee = $36&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Umbrella V-Neck = $36&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Kitty Brainz Varsity = $108&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Signature Jeans = $90&lt;br /&gt;# A New Fucking Computer = $1400 D:&lt;br /&gt;# Yellow + Orange Posca Marker = $13&lt;br /&gt;# Silver Logo T-Shirt - White BMTH = $17.35&lt;br /&gt;# Livid Thorn Diamonds Zip Hoodie = either colour = $79.86&lt;br /&gt;# Livid Thorn Royal Tee = $23.12&lt;br /&gt;# Livid Thorn Sweet Repeat And Bling Tee = $33.72&lt;br /&gt;# Suicide Silence - No Time To Bleed and The Cleansing Vinyls Ltd. Edition = $28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;ll buy these for the sake of owning them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Livid Thorn Forever In Love Necklace = $37.83&lt;br /&gt;# Livid Thorn Sweet Tooth Koobeeto Necklace = $35.72&lt;br /&gt;# Livid Thorn Livid Kids Pocket Mirror = $4.20&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Look Book = $9&lt;br /&gt;# Dropdead! Poster Set = $10.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total funds needed = $1998.50 AU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since added more shit to the list and I&#39;ve already bought the Poscas. Can&#39;t fucking wait for the computer either. It&#39;ll take a while, but hopefully I&#39;ll make it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that the good news is out of the way, I shall commence with the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;I&#39;ve been banned from drinking Red Bull by the family. Too much Red Bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;I miss my Red Bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;I&#39;ve also been banned from all kind of energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;They get mad because I try to explain that Powerade isn&#39;t actually an energy drink. The name is misleading. Fucktard product name makers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Bob Bryar left My Chemical Romance. Disappointment of the year. TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Didn&#39;t get to go to Soundwave or Escape The Fate, Architects and Emarosa sideshows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;iPod battery went and died in a hole. I have to go get it replaced. Damn my overuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Meh, I suppose I&#39;ll get over it. Bob Bryar leaving is pretty heavy, but they&#39;ll find a replacement. It&#39;ll be the third drummer in 6 years. But they&#39;ll be back soon enough. The new stuff is disgustingly catchy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, this wasn&#39;t bad for a first post. But it&#39;s the first in a long time, so I suppose it&#39;s a one-off. But uh, I&#39;ll try and keep you posted on what&#39;s going down in Koray Land/Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the sake of utter promotion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bitter-sweet-revenge.deviantart.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   pure awesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Peace out, mother FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;ROFELMAYO SANDWICH. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/9087893585028045109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/03/omfgnewpost-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/9087893585028045109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/9087893585028045109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/03/omfgnewpost-d.html' title='OMFGNEWPOST. D:'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-3545314759082591112</id><published>2010-01-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:34:24.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranting Sagas; The 50 Things That Make Me Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;Well then, it&#39;s been a while since my last post, but it was obviously the most important one by far. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;DThis post will be the final but only for The Ranting Sagas! Other posts will happen often, just not in the style of my current blogs. I decided to change my final blog a little bit and take a break from my usual &#39;oh so damn emo&#39; complaining. So to sum it up, it&#39;s a list of 50 things that make me smile. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DEATHCORE&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;Death Metal + Metalcore + Melodic Hardcore,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;Ha, you think I&#39;m an idiot. I know you aren&#39;t going to Google it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; Dissing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, Lady Gaga. That means &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.3. &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;Hardcore&lt;/span&gt;&#39; music. &lt;b&gt;;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;(...Dance Gavin Dance isn&#39;t THAT &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. Mother!&lt;br /&gt;
5. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;MONSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;RED BULLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;7. Scissors.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Running. &lt;br /&gt;
9. Running with&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;scissors.&lt;/span&gt;10. Running across&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
11. Running across &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;roads&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;b&gt;scissors&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
12. Horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;
13. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Screaming&lt;/span&gt;. (Who knew!? Screaming makes me smile!)&lt;br /&gt;
14. Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;
15. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Any&lt;/span&gt; Adam Sandler movie.&lt;br /&gt;
16. Dave Chappelle.&lt;br /&gt;
17. Breaka Iced &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
18. Little kids. (Wow, because &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; doesn&#39;t sound &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;pedo&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
19. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; New Text Message.&lt;br /&gt;
20. Bubble&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;wrap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
21. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bochokoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
22. Crudmuffin.&lt;br /&gt;
23. Potadoes.&lt;br /&gt;
24. &quot;The &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Web&lt;/span&gt;.&quot; - My &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;girlfriend&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;friend&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; sister&#39;s &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;boyfriend&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;parents&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; car.&lt;br /&gt;
25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; who have too many in-jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;26. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; who complain a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
27. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; who make &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;lists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
28. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; who write awesome blogs. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;
29. &#39;Day&#39;dreaming at &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt;. &quot;Wait a sec. I need to shift the prawns onto her plate.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
30. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
31. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;uniPosca &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Paint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Markers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
32. &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;ing.&quot; The act in which one must watch another in- &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , I&#39;m &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happy for you an&#39; all and imah letchu finish, but can I just say that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;KORAY&lt;/span&gt; has one of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BEST BLOGS&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;ALL TIME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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33. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; who interrupt &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;speeches&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;
34. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Chelsea Smile&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bring Me The Horizon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
35. Swivel chairs.&lt;br /&gt;
36. Vending&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;machines.&lt;br /&gt;
37. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Kizioko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
38. Security cameras. You&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have to smile at them or else they&#39;ll &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;GET&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;
39. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Vegans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
40. Marilyn Manson lyrics. &quot;we&#39;re&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; America, &lt;/span&gt;we&#39;re&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;. It&#39;s where JESUS was &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
41. The extra &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt; that you never knew &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;existed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
42. &quot;He was a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ruhtard&lt;/span&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
43. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;INTEL ADS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Gzi4xfMWMuw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Gzi4xfMWMuw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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44. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Cowboys&lt;/span&gt;, or anything &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;relating&lt;/span&gt; to Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;
45. I Was Once, Possibly,&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Perhaps &lt;/span&gt;A Cowboy King.&lt;br /&gt;
46. Cleaning sprees.&lt;br /&gt;
47. Mitch Lucker&#39;s &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
48. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;Hugs. (&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;49. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Kisses &lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
50. And &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;wearewolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;main&quot; style=&quot;color: white; visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;search&quot; style=&quot;visibility: visible;&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;Santi. (:&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/3545314759082591112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/01/ranting-sagas-supercrazyhappymentalfami.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/3545314759082591112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/3545314759082591112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2010/01/ranting-sagas-supercrazyhappymentalfami.html' title='The Ranting Sagas; The 50 Things That Make Me Smile.'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-5663794872537797262</id><published>2009-12-20T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:23:08.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;This is for you, Leanne. I was going to do this for you as one of your Christmas presents but I think the time has come for you to know my complete feelings towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m absolutely and utterly in love with you Leanne. I want to tell you I love you with every last part of my heart and no matter what you do to me, I&#39;ll always love you. Yes, always. I don&#39;t know if we&#39;ll be together in 30 years from now or even 30 days from now. But I don&#39;t care. Even during the time that I&#39;m not with you, I&#39;ll love you. I swear on my excuse for life and whatever is left of it that I will love you until the day I die. And if there is an afterlife, then I will love you there as well. No matter what comes between us, no matter what happens around us, I will love you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;This all sounds extremely cliched and corny, but I don&#39;t care. If I&#39;m lying, then I don&#39;t deserve to live. I don&#39;t know any other way to tell you that I love you apart from my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I love you. I want to tell you a million times that I love you but I don&#39;t think you would understand. I love you more than anything or anyone I&#39;ve ever come across. I don&#39;t know anyone as smart, funny, beautiful, mature or important to me as you, Leanne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;If there is such thing as angels, you are one of them. I don&#39;t care how you dismiss any good thing said about you, I hope that one day you&#39;ll realize just how amazing you are. You mean the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I think about you every waking moment. At school, at home, walking home, everywhere. You seem to be just an ever-entrancing movie just playing in my head 24/7. And it&#39;s the most hypnotic and stunning movie I&#39;ve ever seen. You are the one person who could ever have this effect on me. Nothing and nobody is as devastatingly brilliant or as mindblowingly beautiful as you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I love you, Leanne Williams. It will stay that way forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;3.8.2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Funny how things change.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/5663794872537797262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/5663794872537797262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/5663794872537797262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You.'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-2535721091687337965</id><published>2009-12-15T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:22:38.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranting Sagas; Part III: Lack Of Acceptance And Dobbing Are The Spawn Of Eternal Damnation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Hmm, I don&#39;t really know where to begin. To be honest, the majority of this rant will be directed at one person. -cough...Leanne...cough- But don&#39;t feel singled out because there are a billion others who are also abnormally modest.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, the deal here is that whenever I tell Leanne she&#39;s beautiful, it&#39;s commonly replied to with a &#39;&#39;psshk&#39;&#39; or a &#39;&#39;No, I&#39;m average-looking.&#39;&#39; or the occasional &#39;&#39;Compared to what?&quot;. This is frustrating because she just won&#39;t accept the truth. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;
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Modesty.&lt;br /&gt;
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So far, I&#39;ve asked Ryke, Ryder, Victor, Lydia, Alex, Dinusha and a random 4 year old girl at a park if they if they think Leanne is beautiful. How many of them do you think said yes?&lt;br /&gt;
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All of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A number of people at school such as Tanaya and Natali have seen her also. Their response was the same as everyone elses. And yet, she refuses to believe it. I mean seriously, you can only avoid the truth for so long. The countless amount of times I&#39;ve said it have gone in one ear and come out the other. But when the day comes when she realizes it&#39;s true, I&#39;m going to give her the biggest &quot;I told you so&quot; the world has come to witness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that isn&#39;t all. It&#39;s not just the beauty comment that she denies. Anything positive to do with her usually ends up being dismissed and tossed into a corner with no further discussion. Her eyes, her smile, her nice personality, her honestly, all of it gets rejected within milliseconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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But don&#39;t you worry. I have my plans. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll see.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I previously stated, this is not a rare occurrence. But to this extent is unheard of. It&#39;s nearly impossible to give a compliment. People who reject every single thing that is said to them, be they accusations, compliments or simple statements regarding them tend to annoy the living shit out of the people making them. So now you can imagine what I put up with. -sigh- I&#39;m a tolerant person. (:&lt;br /&gt;
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This is now a different topic, but still may be one of the most annoying things I have ever come across. GETTING DOBBED ON.&lt;br /&gt;
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This actually may sound really whiney and stupid but it&#39;s so damn true. Whenever i&#39;m texting underneath a desk and somebody from behind -COUGH-FUCKING-BEN-COUGH- says &#39;&#39;Oh Koray! Why are you texting on your phone!?&quot; in a really loud voice so the teacher catches me, pissed off is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do people feel the sudden need to do these things? Is it so they can get a laugh out of my misfortune or is it because they feel accomplishment by never failing to act like an absolute retard constantly?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Teacher: &quot;I don&#39;t want to hear anybody playing music on their phones while the movie is on.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Ben: &quot;YEHHHH, KORAY.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;o___________________________o&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Wow. That is lame.&lt;br /&gt;
But honestly, what are you trying to accomplish by getting me in trouble for a stupid-ass reason? Blehh. If I did the same thing to you, it would end in a flurry of swearing and stupid comebacks. From you, not me. I would sit there and laugh. Or just smile. That would be the more psychopathic option, therefore, my preferred one. Stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Santi.&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/2535721091687337965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/12/ranting-sagas-part-iii-lack-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/2535721091687337965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/2535721091687337965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/12/ranting-sagas-part-iii-lack-of.html' title='The Ranting Sagas; Part III: Lack Of Acceptance And Dobbing Are The Spawn Of Eternal Damnation.'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-910159446362673171</id><published>2009-11-30T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:01:40.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranting Sagas; Part II: Bus Drivers &amp; Phone Batteries Are The Work Of The Devil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Okay, I&#39;m gonna cut the bullshit this time and get straight into some hardcore accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of you who catch buses are thinking &quot;Hey Babagenesh, my bus driver is a nice guy!&quot;. And then I will assume that most of you catch SCHOOL buses. But for those of you who catch PUBLIC buses, you may understand what kind of hellspawn the government release in front of the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example. Last Wednesday, Leanne and I were waiting for a bus outside Westfield Parramatta. This bus was due to come at exactly 6.25pm. As most of you bus-catchers may know, you can only use your bus pass until exactly 6.30pm. When the clock struck 6.25pm, there was no bus in sight. 6.26pm? No. 6.27pm? No. Could it be, 6.30pm!? Still no bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! The bus had arrived, at exactly 6.32pm. As we got on the bus flashing our passes at the driver, we were both stopped and told to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the HELL do we need to pay? It was SUPPOSED to come at 6.25pm! And now that YOU have come late, we can not use our passes. And whose fault is that? YOURS. NOT OURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, something quite &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shicking&quot;&gt;shicking&lt;/a&gt; was pointed out to me. You can actually use your bus pass until 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, this bus driver had knowingly conned us into paying for our trip. He still gets paid the exact same amount of money by the government, but he tries to rob us of our hard-earned money anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was only $1.60.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the second part. Phone batteries. I don&#39;t know if anybody else has the same problem as I do, but when this problem occurs, my mood seems to be ruined for hours to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my phone is in use, it lasts roughly 1 hour before it starts emmiting a beeping sound. This sound indicates that the phone is on low battery. This annoying-as-fuck beeping sound keeps going for about 45 minutes. So technically, the sound indicates that your battery is 57.1428571429% full. That&#39;s still more than half full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that really gets me pissed off is, if you hang up during that 45 minutes of supposed &#39;Low Battery&#39; time, you can&#39;t use the phone until it charges back to OVER 57.whatever%. It takes soooo long to get over it that it just isn&#39;t funny. I won&#39;t even bother writing the next &#39;big wtf&#39; because it just doesn&#39;t sum up the emotion of not being able to use the phone for that long. Mostly because if it dies in an instant, you can&#39;t say sorry to the person you were talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan now is to go buy another new battery pack and see if it helps in any way. If it doesn&#39;t, then I&#39;m going to secretly put the phone in the oven. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly when I was searching to check the price of phone batteries, I noticed something wrong. &lt;a href=&quot;http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/8485/jbhififail.jpg&quot;&gt;Fail.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also by request and because I owe him, Nathan is my first and favourite follower. He is awesome and there is no follower more brilliant or as dedicated. It is an honor to be followed by Nathan. (But we all know Leanne is REALLY my favourite &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out squishies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/910159446362673171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/11/ranting-sagas-part-ii-bus-drivers-phone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/910159446362673171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/910159446362673171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/11/ranting-sagas-part-ii-bus-drivers-phone.html' title='The Ranting Sagas; Part II: Bus Drivers &amp; Phone Batteries Are The Work Of The Devil.'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-7742931958709914555</id><published>2009-11-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:46:23.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranting Sagas; Part I: CD Packaging Is The Dawn Of Armaggedon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Now that this is actually underway, I think a good place to start would be some complaining. &quot;But Koray, what is there to complain about?&quot; you may ask. Well, if you are one of those people, open&lt;br /&gt;your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds really clichéd and somewhat paranoid, but the world is fucking full of bad things, annoying things, hard-to-deal-with things, and overall shit. People get sick of these things very often. I&#39;ll put all the things into blog format so you can see how annoying these things really are. To start off, I&#39;ll use a very small complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will apply to very few of you because most people have embraced the ingenuity of free music. Personally, I think downloading music is not good at all. Sure, I&#39;ve done it a lot, but most people don&#39;t feel guilty about it. I go out and buy CD&#39;s a lot of the time too. (Honestly, JB Hi-Fi in Blacktown is my home away from home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is slightly besides the point. My complaint is, when you buy most of these CD&#39;s, they are covered with the most FUCKING annoying plastic. It drives me insane, regardless of what the CD is. If you don&#39;t know what i&#39;m talking about, CD&#39;s are usually covered with a tight clear plastic packaging that seems to have no part to grab and peel off. It&#39;s as though somebody is trying to get into the CD and lick it or rub Vegemite on the fucking case. (Although, if there was Vegemite on the case, I wouldn&#39;t buy it at all. I think Vegemite is a codename for shit and they&#39;re trying to feed it to us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I understand that they want to protect the CD and all but I highly doubt somebody is going to take each CD case and do something malicious to it. I mean, there are cameras anyway. What the hell is the point of covering each CD case so tightly and securely? When you BUY the CD, you have to fucking get it off! You try using your teeth and it hurts. You use scissors and knives to try cut it, then end up slipping and damaging the case by slicing it anyway. You use your nails to grab a bit of it to try and peel it off, but that never works. Trust me, this shit is damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the second most annoying thing about CD&#39;s. Once you get through the hellacious plastic covering the beautiful case, artwork and CD, you notice that there is a sticker stuck upon your hard-earned case. It&#39;s the price sticker. You then attempt to peel it off slowly trying not to leave any kind of sticky residue on the case. Then you fail. Boom! There goes your right to say &quot;I have a spotless copy of it&quot;. This sounds very perfectionist-like, but it is dead true. And occasionally, the casing is covered in OTHER stickers pointing out what bonus items/features that the deluxe version of your magnificent new CD contains. For fuck&#39;s sake! I think that once I get through all this shit covering my damn CD, I&#39;ll see for myself what the freaking bonuses are! All I want to do is rip it to my iTunes and listen to it! I don&#39;t want to spend 10 minutes trying to open it without damaging it and then spending another 5 taking off every accursed sticker covering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My first complaint. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/7742931958709914555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/11/ranting-sagas-episode-1-cd-packaging-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/7742931958709914555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/7742931958709914555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/11/ranting-sagas-episode-1-cd-packaging-is.html' title='The Ranting Sagas; Part I: CD Packaging Is The Dawn Of Armaggedon.'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195417941591981788.post-6944123398371406365</id><published>2009-11-27T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:30:54.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;To be honest, I don&#39;t really know what the fuck I&#39;m writing or why the fuck I&#39;m writing it. Peer pressure? Possibly. This blog will consist of random, retarded topics involving current happenings/events and unimportant emo-sounding complaints about things that tend to annoy the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound interesting so far, I&#39;m sure. But I guess that I&#39;ll try and be as non-boring as possible. Also, some of these complaints may apply to you as well. (Just wait and see) And quite possibly, some of the current events/happenings may also involve you and/or somebody you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be funny, weird, angry, happy or just plain gay (I can be like that sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s all up to you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/feeds/6944123398371406365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6944123398371406365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7195417941591981788/posts/default/6944123398371406365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityseason.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html' title='An Introduction (:'/><author><name>KayZee™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13596800113393296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIMF8KD7nF_BESu8YTNMWiCHEZR0meXPAD7WWfQ4HkjuK0sK99DWmiz2PkmGuQjs4vlczvMUOkSz8NpHUfR1YylUpsO93s551ga0G2QlT6VZ-bo8R5DOpkfe_GiYDAA/s220/tumblr_lis59meghU1qhomdao1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>