<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472</id><updated>2011-06-26T00:17:49.384+05:00</updated><title type='text'>=sτupιғιєđ=™</title><subtitle type='html'>¤::ғєєđ мy bяaιи шιтн uяє so callєđ sтaиđaяđ::¤™</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-8514435360078524234</id><published>2008-09-12T05:51:00.006+05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:30:46.404+05:00</updated><title type='text'>шєlcoмє вαcк đнoмвє</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SMnThDC2tPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UGXylSBvvO4/s1600-h/n668601507_1461782_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SMnThDC2tPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UGXylSBvvO4/s400/n668601507_1461782_2208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244955805756077298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SMm_PHpLn0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d93_hqy0f8o/s1600-h/dhombe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We missed you a lot dhombe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And we’re glad that you’re back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;PS- the reason for the ‘no post era’ is because of my mock exam. Then comes the Cambridge examination. Well, wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(89, 89, 89);font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-8514435360078524234?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8514435360078524234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=8514435360078524234' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/8514435360078524234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/8514435360078524234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/09/lco-c-o.html' title='шєlcoмє вαcк đнoмвє'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SMnThDC2tPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UGXylSBvvO4/s72-c/n668601507_1461782_2208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-6629035809716858088</id><published>2008-07-25T22:47:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:45:00.025+05:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SIodmamjcSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/htj7lNc9e8Y/s1600-h/___nerves____by_mikko77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SIodmamjcSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/htj7lNc9e8Y/s400/___nerves____by_mikko77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227022863330144546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;I’m not the kind of person who goes on and on about what love is and all. But I just wanted to let you guys know my opinion on this so called thing called ‘love’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;What bothers me most is when people go on and on about how they met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;someone and fell in love right at that moment. Love at first sight, to be exact. While some people think that it’s romantic, I think that it’s REALLY shit. How can someone fall in love right when they see someone? That’s the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;stupidest thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;For all you assholes who think that this is real, answer me this;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;Would you fall in love with a cow at first sight? Would you fall in love with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;person who looks like shit, at first sight?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;No, I don’t think so. This is where looks matter. These ‘shit at first sight’ stories would always include a good looking girl or guy. I've never heard a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;story where the girl or the guys a person fell for was ugly or fat, for that matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;How can you fall in love with someone if you don’t know anything about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt; that person? If you fall in love with someone by the way they look, does that mean that you would fall out of love when that person’s appearance gets ruined?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;See what I mean? Love at first sight CANNOT exist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you really think that you’re in love with someone just when you saw him or her, you’re wrong. That is called Lust, dumbasses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;Yeah, a LOT of girls mistake lust for love. Really, ask a random Aminiya whore how many times she fell in love. Thrice or more, I bet. I just have one friend who believes that she fell in love once, and that is with her current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;guy. And they’ve been together for like three years. But hey, not only girls, guys do this too. Seriously, talk to a guy for a week, and they`ll tell you that they love you, without knowing who you really are. These are guys you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;really can’t keep as friends. These guys are just desperate dickheads who just want some. So they tell a girl that they love her and if the girl believes them, they would go out with her and within one month, they would ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(217, 217, 217);"&gt;her if they could get into her pants. Pathetic, I know. But hey, girls these days do this too. They are no better than guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(217, 217, 217);"&gt;And a lot of shitheads think that;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;Sex= love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;No, not at all. If you think that you’re in love with someone just because you had sex with that person, you’re so wrong. That’s lust. You can’t fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;with someone just because you had genital to genital connection! I’m not just talking about empty headed girls. I’m talking about empty headed guys too. I've heard this a lot. But from sluts and bastards. But still, it is true. Sex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;doesn’t mean love. A lot of guys and some girls tell their significant other that sex would make the love between them stronger. What the fuck? That’s just a load of shit. You don’t need to have sex just because you’re in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(217, 217, 217);"&gt;serious relationship! What if you break up? How many others are you gonna do it with, just because you think that you’re in love? That’s just gonna make you a cheap little whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;Not just teens and these twenty year olds. Kids in grade one have boyfriends and girlfriends now. Kids who are eleven ain’t virgins anymore. Whenever they see a cute little boy or girl, they think THEY are in love. How can these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;little pricks be in love? THEY ARE KIDS! And their brothers and sisters ain’t even telling them that it’s called a crush. Why would they? These kids learn it from their siblings. Well some anyway. Even though their sisters and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;brothers are good and all, these kids’ friends influence them too. These little shits aren’t porn virgins either. I mean they do watch it. Even when they are that little. And they probably find it in their brother’s or sister’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;computers. Nice, eh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;Kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;You can only fall for someone when you know everything about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(217, 217, 217);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;someone. You should like their personality first, and then their looks. You should like being around that person and know that you wouldn’t get bored. You shouldn’t be afraid of being committed. You wouldn’t even think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;another person. Your girl or guy should be your world. Trust them, like ninety nine percent. Leave the one percent for after marriage. You shouldn’t ever rush into oral sex or IT, that’s just gonna ruin things. Spend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;more quality time than making out all the time. Having fun is important, but not sexually. You should be able to feel comfortable around them. Like, telling them the grossest stuff about you. You shouldn’t believe anything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;you hear about them from others, but do ask them if what you heard is true. You shouldn’t lie to them. You should laugh more than crying. You should be able to tell them things you can’t even tell you bestiest buddy. But, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;doesn’t mean that you should tell them your friends’ secrets. They don’t have to know deep things about your friends. I mean, sheesh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;If all these things make sense to you, then you’re in love, in my opinion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;You don’t necessarily need to tell your guy or girl that you love him or her just because you want to date them. Just say that you really like that ‘em and would like to go out with him or her. And use the L word only when you really fall for your guy or girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-6629035809716858088?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6629035809716858088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=6629035809716858088' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/6629035809716858088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/6629035809716858088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/07/oo.html' title='o_o'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SIodmamjcSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/htj7lNc9e8Y/s72-c/___nerves____by_mikko77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-7509283247069365984</id><published>2008-07-23T14:11:00.007+05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:49:43.915+05:00</updated><title type='text'>тagsρнєяє</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SIb51JmVnBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IHF0Od3WGio/s1600-h/Caught_by_JannieT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SIb51JmVnBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IHF0Od3WGio/s400/Caught_by_JannieT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226139109115141138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(217, 217, 217);"&gt;Been tagged by Vagu Bulhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SGLa2fsmFsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k2rbCGa-d8o/s400/Hypnotized_by_nannu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971948204791490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Okay, so I’m in Srilanka, and everyone, all my family members, some girl pals –not too proud of them- and dude friends -except for two or three of my coolest guy friends- are practically masturbating over the football match which was going to take place there. I don’t really remember the date, wasn’t that important to me. So anyway, everyone is getting ready, so you have a clue that all of them had already bought the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;tickets. They were going nuts, wearing these dumb looking caps and they were wearing red T-Shirts. And the ones who didn’t have a red anything, it was like, it was the end of the world. Seriously, I was staying at Hotel Pearl and everyone I saw out there was wearing red. I bet that the women who were having their periods thought that they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;were lucky and that their husbands or boyfriends were telling them how jealous they were. I’m not saying that the dressy dress thing is shit; I’m just saying that, um, this happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;Even little kids had the colours white, green and red painted all over their faces, which I thought, was too much. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;do get the fact that a team needs the support, specially the team of Maldives. But I think that these people exaggerated too much. Just a flag would have been enough. It’s not like the players are going to be looking at the audience. They are just going to be able to hear stuff while playing. So people can just go to the stadium, scream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;their lungs out, and come back home. The matching red jersey fiesta is fine too, so that the team would see that the whole Maldives was present in the stadium. But that’s enough, the players might be able to see the red colours, but I doubt that they would see the flags and all drawn on little girls’ and boys’ faces. But no, we are Maldivians.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;We HAVE to exaggerate, else we would die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;So my dad was pressuring me to go to the stadium to watch a bunch of guys grab each other’s balls, caress each other’s legs and try to put a ball –which resembles a cow, if bigger [because of the colour combination]- into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;goal. He was pretty pissed at me when I told him that the game was stupid, he is a huge football fan. And oh, Levitan loves the game too. Yeah I know that I should be cool with his interests and all, but doesn’t mean that I should be interested in what he is interested in. I don’t have to watch football just because he does. I don’t have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;support and congratulate him when the team he loves wins. It’s not that I’m rude and cruel. It’s simply because, I don’t give a fuck about this game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;Okay, maybe I’m a little mean. Shrug.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Anyway, I didn’t go to watch the game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;I didn’t turn the television on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;I didn’t even ask if Maldives won when they got back to the hotel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;Rude? Oh well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;Turns out, Maldives won. Woohoo. Whatever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;How did I know?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;My mum turned on the television and naturally, she switched the channel to TVM, and I saw crazy Maldivian fuckers running around Male’, some were going nuts in lorries, pick-ups and cycles. They, apparently, allowed three on one cycle that day. So very sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;DJs on the street [heard this from a friend, that there were people who danced their asses off on the street, don’t really know if this is true though –but if it is, that so pathetic] and crazy stuff took place here that day. All the gangs, who were fighting their asses off a few months back, became one whole family. Instead of thanking god for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;their success, they were all out partying –not only the gangs, the whole country- So cool eh? Not. The whole gang-to-gang-friendship-thing is nice and all, but over a game?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;They closed the schools for this, and partied for two whole days I think. I’m happy for these people. I’m glad that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;they won. But was this championship that big of a deal? Should people be jacking off about this for like two whole days? I know that some people are going to really hate me for this post, but hey, this is how I feel about this whole thing. So, screw it. [Damn, I feel great letting all this out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(191, 191, 191);"&gt;It’s not like I hate football. I don’t hate it, I don’t like it either. I mean watching it. I see no point in watching a bunch of guys, as you guys have read in a LOT of blogs, fight over a tiny ball and get their freak on. And by freak on, I mean homo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(166, 166, 166);"&gt;I like playing football. Okay, who am I kidding; I’m way too lazy to play it. So I play the position of the goal keeper, don’t really have to do much, just standing there is enough, the whole goal would be covered. [No, I’m not fat, I’m just really tall and slightly overweight, SLIGHTLY =D]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Long time huh, since I last posted something. I was in Colombo for 10 days and when I came back, the internet was fucked up. But I’ll be updating regularly, as in every six days, Insha Allah. Missed you guys, really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Constantia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-760903546311956690?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/760903546311956690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=760903546311956690' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/760903546311956690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/760903546311956690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/06/alvs-wo-g-al-ally.html' title='мalđιvєs woи, вιg đєal? яєally?'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SGLa2fsmFsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k2rbCGa-d8o/s72-c/Hypnotized_by_nannu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-8525229011653381315</id><published>2008-05-05T13:52:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:59:07.883+05:00</updated><title type='text'>мy τнєoяy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SB7LMzGxdXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t4F6tEB1G2I/s1600-h/Bury_Me_Here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 354px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SB7LMzGxdXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t4F6tEB1G2I/s400/Bury_Me_Here.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196814440769615218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This is something which I came across while going through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;all the chapters of my life. No, I’m not talking about guys, not in my situation. I’m talking about other stuff too. Like family stuff and friendship. Not only me, but others as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;well. I know a lot of people who went through this and are still going through this. Even in their courier. Anyway, here’s my theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Trusted Betrays and the Betrayed Trusts Over and Over Again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Get what I mean? And don’t you think so too? I think that this happens because of the love people have for each other. I mean, almost everyone loves their family, their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;friends and some people who are committed in a relationship love their significant other. Even if one screws up, in either of these relationships, people tend to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;give the screw-ups a second chance. Maybe a third chance. Then comes the fourth. This is completely natural, within friendship and family I mean. But it’s not so natural in relationships.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There are some people who can’t stand betrayal. Chances might be given for stuff like, not being open, caring and other stuff like that, though this stuff doesn’t come under the category of betrayal. In the case of betrayal, most of the time, betrayal is unapproved. But then again there are others who go on giving chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;every time their lover screws them up. The guy or the girl might go on cheating and they would just continue forgiving them, supposedly because of the ‘love’. I think that it’s a shit deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Being in love doesn’t mean that you can be treated like a toy. Seriously, betrayers don’t deserve you. And if you are one, I hope that you get screwed up badly and suffer for the rest of your assholic life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-8525229011653381315?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8525229011653381315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=8525229011653381315' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/8525229011653381315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/8525229011653381315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-oy.html' title='мy τнєoяy?'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SB7LMzGxdXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t4F6tEB1G2I/s72-c/Bury_Me_Here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-5941905335514755337</id><published>2008-04-24T19:34:00.009+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:18:07.191+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ιи мємoяyoғ sнaғy đнoмвє</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SBdE0DGxdWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/beMsIhkIscI/s1600-h/shafibe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SBdE0DGxdWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/beMsIhkIscI/s320/shafibe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194696356172756322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SBCbtDGxdVI/AAAAAAAAAII/KOMX8tjKD0A/s1600-h/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today’s the day my cousin brother died. Well, not exactly today. On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;this date, a year ago. I was in tears today, going through my photo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;album. And I thought that I would write something for him. So here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s hard to believe that you’re gone away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s hard not seeing you every day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And even when your time came,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We just weren’t ready to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The memories of our childhood,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Flashes back to me now and then.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You carried me with you when I wasn’t able to walk,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You held my hand whenever I was about to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Though it’s been a year,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Since you passed away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I just want you to know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We want you back with us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All these tears that we shed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The loneliness we feel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hope that you know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That we always loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I couldn’t believe my eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I saw you lying there so still.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Endless tears flowed down my eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just wished for you to open your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m sorry that I couldn’t say goodbye,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m sorry that I drifted away from you as I grew.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Forgive me for not being with you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I always loved you and will forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SBCbODGxdUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XhPhmCEaJ1U/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-5941905335514755337?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5941905335514755337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=5941905335514755337' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/5941905335514755337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/5941905335514755337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/oyo-say-o.html' title='ιи мємoяyoғ sнaғy đнoмвє'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/SBdE0DGxdWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/beMsIhkIscI/s72-c/shafibe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-841941411728042041</id><published>2008-03-13T17:57:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:59:19.572+05:00</updated><title type='text'>яємιиιscєиcє -a ρяaчєя-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R9ktw8wR9OI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xI3ssFkIJwA/s1600-h/20000000_by_Forget_the_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R9ktw8wR9OI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xI3ssFkIJwA/s320/20000000_by_Forget_the_rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177219565604697314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;I was sitting on a bench by the sea-side, and I saw a launch pass by. As it traveled further, it left a trail behind. And a few seconds later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;the trail was gone. The waves washed it all away. And it made me wonder about all the people who went away from my life. It made me wonder of how quickly their spaces got filled up by someone else just as special. It’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;amazing how some people are so hard to forget while some people can be so easy to forgotten. Some people cannot be replaced while others can gladly be replaced. While all these thoughts roamed around in my mind, all I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;could think about this one special person, who could never ever be replaced. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;When I lost him, all I could do was look back over our time and regret every single moment when I let him down. I regretted drifting away from him so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;much. I regretted not being there for him when he needed me most. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;I pray everyday, to give him peace and happiness. I pray to god, to forgive him for each and every sin he did. I wished for him to be blessed with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;paradise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;I want him to know, that I love him so much, even though I couldn’t tell him that. I want him to know that I’m sorry that I got so distant with him as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;I grew. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;I loved you then and I love you still, and will forever. Forgive me for not being there for you, and forgive me for everything I ever did. I miss you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;much, and you are one person who could never be replaced and there could never be a better cousin, well more than a cousin, you were like a brother to me. And no matter what people say, you are THE best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;I miss you Shafy Dhombe, and I’ll keep missing you for the rest of my life. We all miss you. And we are all sorry that we couldn’t show you how much we cared about you. All of us. We love you so much, and we always will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;Go tell your parents, your sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends, best friends, lover and other relatives how much you love them. You never know when you’re gonna lose them. No matter how young they are, or no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;matter how badly they treat you, just tell them, that they are important, and that you love them. I couldn’t tell my most favorite cousin brother how much I loved him and how much I cared, and now I’ve lost him. He was so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;young, just a 21 year old. I couldn’t even believe my ears when I heard about his death, but when I saw him, I broke into tears. These tears will never go away. I just wish that I told him, how lucky I was to have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;So just tell them all, before it’s too late….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-841941411728042041?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/841941411728042041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=841941411728042041' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/841941411728042041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/841941411728042041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/scc-a.html' title='яємιиιscєиcє -a ρяaчєя-'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R9ktw8wR9OI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xI3ssFkIJwA/s72-c/20000000_by_Forget_the_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-4688433343331767468</id><published>2008-03-09T04:00:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:10:27.206+05:00</updated><title type='text'>τuяиιиg ιиτo oиє?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R9Mb1swR9KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xAnV1x2YdkU/s1600-h/Green_Wisper_by_nell_fallcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R9Mb1swR9KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xAnV1x2YdkU/s400/Green_Wisper_by_nell_fallcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175511006139511970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia; color: white;"&gt;Even if you like something, it doesn’t mean that you should turn into it. But this happens in a lot of cases. Like, when you meet a friend who is totally different from you, like she wears short stuff, flirts with just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;anyone, dates anyone who asks her out, you tend to learn these stupid stuff from her and it wouldn’t take long for you to become just like her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Things like this are very common. Especially when you start going to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;or college, you turn into someone you are not. Guys too, not only girls. If a guy hangs around with a group of guys who smoke a lot, even if he hates smoking and stuff, he would try it or something. And eventually, he would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;start smoking. Same goes to drugs. And a lot of other stuff, like change in personality, tastes, fashion, behavior and stuff like that. Only a few people stay as who they are and not get influenced. But it’s really rare. Though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;turning into something you’re not isn’t good, sometimes it ain’t bad either. I mean, there are good changes. If you turn into a nice person from being a total asshole, it’s good right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I lost one of my best friends to a bitch who is just like what i've mentioned above. She changed my friend's mind just like that. She gave her the worst advice anyone could ever give her. That bitch made my friend turn her back on me. And I hated her for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;that and I will forever. She wanted her to be someone just like her. She wanted all the gals in our gang to be just like her, and not me. It was like we had this internal battle in between us. And I swear, I will not let my friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;become a bitch like her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I’ve seen a lot of my friends turn into bitches and hoes over night, just because of the new friends they made. It’s not easy to watch an innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;person turn into a complete devil. What I’m trying to say here, is that don’t let people feed useless stuff into your head, be who you are, but if someone is telling you something good, believe it and try to make a good change in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;your&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;life. Don’t let your friends change you. Be who you are and be happy with what you’ve got. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia; color: silver;"&gt;Don’t let shit get into your head. If you do, you will be screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: silver;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-4688433343331767468?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4688433343331767468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=4688433343331767468' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/4688433343331767468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/4688433343331767468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/ug-o-o.html' title='τuяиιиg ιиτo oиє?'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R9Mb1swR9KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xAnV1x2YdkU/s72-c/Green_Wisper_by_nell_fallcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-7296816295625855043</id><published>2008-03-03T12:37:00.006+05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:38:18.464+05:00</updated><title type='text'>sluτs яєallч αяє đuмв</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8v6XKL1cTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/srd7L0IWkmI/s1600-h/Moonlight_by_sweetcharade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8v6XKL1cTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/srd7L0IWkmI/s400/Moonlight_by_sweetcharade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173503872743076146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8usY6L1cSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zPN4NeBmG_I/s1600-h/dream_girl_yayaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;Something really often you would see and talk about in Male’ nowadays is that girls are becoming more and more slutty each and every day. No really, mostly on Friday and Thursday nights, girls would be walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;along the roads, wearing a short and sleeveless little top and a mini skirt or something else that is so tight, just to show off to boys. Some of the girls’ theory is that-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    -&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;If I show more of my cleavage, maybe I’ll get him to fall for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    -&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;When I wear short and slutty stuff, I look hot and sexy. And I can get any guy I want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    -&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;I’ll be the center of attention of everywhere I go. Yay, and I’ll be a star.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;Yeah right, a whore. That’s what you’ll be! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;These are some of their thoughts. Thoughts that I’ve actually heard of. These whores ain’t aware that they have a religion to respect and act on. I’m not all that religious either. But that doesn’t mean that I should do other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;stuff that gets on my bad side. Damn, these sluts don’t get it. Walking in those skimpy little clothes shows people how cheap they really are. Guys don’t talk to them because they think that they are hot and awesome to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;wear such stuff. No! They talk to those sluts thinking that they are gonna get some. Why shouldn’t they think so? These girls made them think so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;Some time ago I heard of this rape which took place in Villingili. A rape of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;an Aminiya girl. Since I know this girl, I would say that she totally deserved it. Why wouldn’t I say this, she was known to almost all the guys around, she, I’m sure, slept with half of them. And since she was a slut, something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;bad was definite to happen to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;When some people meddle with these slutty girls' dress code, they say that they don’t wear it to show off but they wear it for their own satisfaction. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah right. Then show off to your own self in front of the mirror hoe! Stop spoiling this country’s reputation. Stop ruining our religion's good name. And to all you girls who think that you are ugly and that you’ll look better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;when you wear slutty stuff, here’s a pointer, you STILL look ugly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;Slutty girls should be served like dogs on the street. Woe on you whores!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;ιєđ-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-7296816295625855043?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7296816295625855043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=7296816295625855043' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/7296816295625855043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/7296816295625855043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/slus-all-u.html' title='sluτs яєallч αяє đuмв'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8v6XKL1cTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/srd7L0IWkmI/s72-c/Moonlight_by_sweetcharade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-5644835802175889152</id><published>2008-02-26T18:11:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:25:23.725+05:00</updated><title type='text'>тнєsє gιяls ριss мє oғғ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8QRV6Pc9zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9723sl0B1zs/s1600-h/6ec8de58701fdfdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8QRV6Pc9zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9723sl0B1zs/s400/6ec8de58701fdfdc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171277340237166386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;Being a veil person myself, I have all the right to get pissed at all those veil girls who give us good girls the bad name. Alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;I’m not saying that I’m all that good. But at least I dress good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;Don’t some of the veil girls give you the feeling that those girls are just wearing veil just for the namesake? I mean the girls who wear veil without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;covering the ‘Two Thingys’ and wear short t-shirts or tops that don’t even cover their asses? Or the clothes that they wear are so tight that you can totally count out the number of flab tires on them? Yeah, good treat for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;guys –not the flab part-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;Well, I call these kinds of girls Bitches. You can go outside for a cup of coffee and on the way; you can see these girls wearing jeans so tight that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;girl who doesn’t have an ass would suddenly have one. Get the picture? It’s just like stuffing the bra with socks. Okay so I can make an acceptance for the girls who don’t wear veil to wear jeans like that, it’s not nice but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;whatever. I can let THAT go. But veil girls? Are you kidding me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;Some of these girls wear it for fashion too. Most girls who don’t really have nice hair do this to look ‘good’. And some girls wear this temporarily too. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mean what can possibly be the best way of covering a girl’s hair when it gets all ruined by all that re-bonding or hair colouring stuff she does? Yes, and the answer is veil. Once their bad hair days are over, it’s time to throw the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;veil away. Sheesh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;I think that most of these girls think that they look cool and awesome to wear shit like that while wearing veil. But I wonder if they even know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;guys say about them. I myself burst out laughing every time I see one of these girls. Guys think it’s degrading too. But most of them asses think that these bitches are hot. But they also think that sluts are hot but pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;You can even find these kinds of girls at discos. I think that it’s really shit for veil girls to dance at discos. Not only veil girls, other girls too – I don’t even wanna go there- &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;Why do these bitches even wear veils? If it’s for the namesake, then I would advise all of them to take it off because the good name isn’t there anymore, thanks to them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;font-size:14;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bitches out there, stop giving us the bad name and just get rid of that thing if the whole thing is just a dress code to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;ιєđ-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-5644835802175889152?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5644835802175889152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=5644835802175889152' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/5644835802175889152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/5644835802175889152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-gls-ss-o.html' title='тнєsє gιяls ριss мє oғғ'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8QRV6Pc9zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9723sl0B1zs/s72-c/6ec8de58701fdfdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-4203816329893435731</id><published>2008-02-23T18:13:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:31:42.777+05:00</updated><title type='text'>sтucк ιи a cagє</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8A4ZqPc9yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/79NTo8Ua-Pk/s1600-h/Noel_Suicide_II_by_bedtimestorys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8A4ZqPc9yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/79NTo8Ua-Pk/s400/Noel_Suicide_II_by_bedtimestorys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170194385708316450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;Some relationships are so freakishly committed that both of the persons are okay with anything the other one asks them to do. At least they act like it. Seriously, I’ve heard of this, a lot. Sometimes the guy tells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt; the girl what to do too much and other times it’s the other way around. I’ve heard of this couple from a friend of mine. The girl doesn’t allow the guy to have girl friends. I’m not talking about cheating on her. I'm talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:silver;"  &gt;talking to girls as friends. How insecure does the girl have to feel to do that? She doesn’t even allow him to go to music shows, look at another girl, dress any way he wants to and stuff. And know what? He cheats on her on a daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;basis, despite these facts. Well not exactly despite of the facts, more like because of it. They’ve been together for over 4 years now, and the dude hates her. Why shouldn’t he? It’s perfectly natural for him to cheat on her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;and stuff. I’m not saying that he should be forgiven and all. Am just asking to give the guy a break! Cut him some slack!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;Most guys and girls do this because of their insecurity. This insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;develops in them mostly because of their past relationships. If they were cheated in their past serious relationship or something, they tend to get all scared and sweaty over their current or next serious relationship. That’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;natural too. But come on, their insecurity shouldn’t be a burden to their girl or guy they date. They should set up some limits and boundaries, but so do all people in relationships. Common rules like-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;No cheating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;The girl shouldn’t roam around wearing slutty      stuff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;No flirting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;Loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;Size shouldn’t matter [&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;some guys might not      agree&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Constantia;color:white;"  &gt;are normal and acceptable. But not having friends of the opposite sex or not looking nice - and by nice I don’t mean dressing like a slut – are just shit rules. Locking them up in a cage will just make their partners feel like they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Constantia;" &gt;are not trusted. Why shouldn’t they feel like it? It’s just like imprisoning innocents for things they didn’t even do. Why let these people’s insecurity get in the way of happiness?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Constantia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:silver;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Forbidding your guy or girl to do stuff out of your insecurity will just make you lose them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;ιєđ-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-4203816329893435731?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4203816329893435731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=4203816329893435731' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/4203816329893435731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/4203816329893435731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/02/suc-cag.html' title='sтucк ιи a cagє'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R8A4ZqPc9yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/79NTo8Ua-Pk/s72-c/Noel_Suicide_II_by_bedtimestorys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-7788343068030028428</id><published>2008-02-19T15:57:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:48:08.891+05:00</updated><title type='text'>тчpιcal aиđ ρaтнєτιc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7q-CaPc9xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gPpDp3lT2fE/s1600-h/wrists_by_em0girL1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7q-CaPc9xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gPpDp3lT2fE/s400/wrists_by_em0girL1992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168652470974215954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Here’s something sad about a lot of girls and some guys that I know of. Well, not sad actually. I find this hilarious. Every time they break up with their girl or guy, they get all weepy and sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So to get back at their own failure, they cut themselves or hurt themselves in idiotic ways. Like, bang their heads on the wall, punch the wall as hard as they can, and most importantly and commonly, slit their wrist with a blade, knife or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;whatever it is. Silly eh? I know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;In school (Aminiya) I see a lot of girls cutting themselves in the class. So dramatic. Then they would faint in the toilet or cry or bleed all over their uniforms. And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;know this friend of mine, who slits her wrist whenever she gets pissed. She told me that it calms her down. What the hell is that? I mean it calms her down? By cutting herself up? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;I think that most of these fools are just seeking attention from their lovers or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;friends. And some of them think it’s cool. Dumbasses! And this guy I knew -don’t want to anymore - he cut himself, banged his head on the wall a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;punched the wall a lot and he even tried suicide-don’t get me started on suicide– just because his girl broke up with him. I laughed so hard that I swear a little pee came out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Religion wise, it’s strictly prohibited there too. So why do these freaks slit places ruining their images and wasting their blood on shit like that? Are those reasons valid at all? Idiots. These guys make me sick. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: gray;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-7788343068030028428?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7788343068030028428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=7788343068030028428' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/7788343068030028428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/7788343068030028428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/02/pcal-ac.html' title='тчpιcal aиđ ρaтнєτιc'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7q-CaPc9xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gPpDp3lT2fE/s72-c/wrists_by_em0girL1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-3518182994927718529</id><published>2008-02-16T22:35:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:51:17.774+05:00</updated><title type='text'>losт ιитo мч тнougнтs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7chXKPc9oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2RxV-Sj7JlY/s1600-h/Embrace_by_Corbul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7chXKPc9oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2RxV-Sj7JlY/s320/Embrace_by_Corbul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167635779200808578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Ever listened to a song and got so lost into it that a slap on the head would be the only way to get u out of it? It happens to me all the time. The thing which gets me all caught up in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;most is the lyrics of the song. The more depressing the better it is, I mean if it relates to me at any point. But sweet songs aren’t too bad either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some songs are really touching. Songs that are made especially for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;are really very touching. Zoe Jane by Staind is an awesome song. I don’t have it in my computer, so I thought of putting it up here so that I cud hear it whenever I wanted to, and to share this awesome song with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Whenever I listen to this song, I get so silent and still. Embarrassing as it is, I did cry once or thrice while listening to it. I know it’s dumb. But it really reminded me of my dad. And there is this other song which really gets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;thinking. So I Need You by Three Doors Down. It’s really nice if u really listen to it. It reminds me of a certain person and it gets me thinking. Do these kinda thoughts run inside your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-3518182994927718529?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3518182994927718529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=3518182994927718529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/3518182994927718529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/3518182994927718529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/02/los.html' title='losт ιитo мч тнougнтs'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7chXKPc9oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2RxV-Sj7JlY/s72-c/Embrace_by_Corbul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-4759702376460801506</id><published>2008-02-15T17:43:00.005+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:34:29.439+05:00</updated><title type='text'>valєитιиєs đay - wнaт a loađ oғ cяaρ –</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7WLAqPc9mI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9AZ8tg4IyA/s1600-h/friends_by_Chocolatita.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7WLAqPc9mI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9AZ8tg4IyA/s400/friends_by_Chocolatita.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167188990932874850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Valentine’s Day? Seriously? Celebrating it is just one thing. But girls confessing their feelings to the guys they love or guys confessing their feelings for the gals they love are just pathetic. It’s plain stupid actually. Fourteenth of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;February is the only day for celebrating love all over the world? That is really wrong. I think that everyday is special when it comes to love. Every single moment you spend with your love is special. Every little thing you say to each&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;other is special. The little things that make u happy shouldn’t only be gifts. It should be memories of the times you spent with each other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Valentine’s Day has a lot of theories. What I heard is that it is about this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;who loved his wife very much. And when she died, he promised himself that he wouldn’t be with another woman. Instead, he turned GAY! I ain’t joking. He was one of the biggest gays in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. All these people are celebrating this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;day as Valentines Day. If people can celebrate Valentines Day, I want people to celebrate a Calli’s Day as a symbol of hatred or something. Does this make any sense to you? It sure doesn’t to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I think that celebrating this day is like muslims celebrating Christmas. Muslims aren’t supposed to celebrate such suckish days. I really find it funny that people find this day special and awesome. I find it silly and pathetic. So in short, this day is a load of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Any Day Can Be Special if You Make it Special&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-4759702376460801506?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4759702376460801506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=4759702376460801506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/4759702376460801506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/4759702376460801506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/02/vals-ay-wa-loa-o-ca.html' title='valєитιиєs đay - wнaт a loađ oғ cяaρ –'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R7WLAqPc9mI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9AZ8tg4IyA/s72-c/friends_by_Chocolatita.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-8006502808780769839</id><published>2008-02-07T13:27:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:06:08.322+05:00</updated><title type='text'>sтαввєđ ιи тнє вαcк</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R6rBlQRcwCI/AAAAAAAAADE/Le0IF6XV6-4/s1600-h/Murder_Ruxpin___by_tomcat52897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R6rBlQRcwCI/AAAAAAAAADE/Le0IF6XV6-4/s400/Murder_Ruxpin___by_tomcat52897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164152768501170210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She had a hard time trusting people. She would keep all her secrets buried inside her. She wouldn’t tell a single soul about her. Her friends would tell her almost everything about themselves but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;wouldn’t succeed in getting anything out of her. Because she knew that she would get a new batch of friends the next year, as she was in the middle school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Years passed by, and soon she was promoted to High School. She felt awkward as she was in a class where she was surrounded by strangers. Being friendly as she was, paid off well for her, at least she thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;so. She met these four girls who were the complete opposite of what she was. They dated a lot, they cheated on their exams, they lied to their parents and did a lot of other shit that she didn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;understand. Despite all of this, she decided to hang out with them and be their friend. Days passed by and she became a good friend of them. She started to trust them and she started to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They were in their eight grade. She became so close with them, that they were soon inseparable. After a year, they were soon in the tenth grade. Three of them were transferred to another class. She and the closest friend of hers were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;transferred too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Despite the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;b&gt;separation, the five of them didn’t let go of each other. She thought that she got the most&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;faithful friends in the world. Little did she know that she was so very wrong…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Two of the four friends of hers soon betrayed her. They bad-mouthed her all over and talked behind her back. They pretended to like her but they hated her inside. The other two friends became her confidants. They promised her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;that they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;wouldn’t betray her and that they would protect her from all the storms ahead of her. She now isn’t sure of what to do. Though two of her friends are still with her, she knew that the wound on her back will scar her for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 95, 95);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:DFKai-SB;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:silver;" &gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-8006502808780769839?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8006502808780769839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=8006502808780769839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/8006502808780769839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/8006502808780769839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-c.html' title='sтαввєđ ιи тнє вαcк'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R6rBlQRcwCI/AAAAAAAAADE/Le0IF6XV6-4/s72-c/Murder_Ruxpin___by_tomcat52897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034435418686925472.post-5177761344148145412</id><published>2008-01-25T03:15:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:53:22.667+05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lιl soмєтнιиg abouт мє</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R5rrZgRcv3I/AAAAAAAAABc/DL2rpQa2CnU/s1600-h/Between_Darkness_and_Wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R5rrZgRcv3I/AAAAAAAAABc/DL2rpQa2CnU/s400/Between_Darkness_and_Wonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159695146498703218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;Hey guys...Calli here. Im a 15 year old girl whu is really bored in her spare time, which is why shes writing this blog. And shes hoping that this blog wouldnt bore the readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Am in my tenth grade and trying hard to study, unlike the last 2 years. But hey, atleast i scored good in the eighth grade. Well, im tall, chubby, i think im funny and i really think that im a bit retarded. I like chatting, watching movies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;series like X-Files and i hate chocolate. Amazing eh? I mean i am huge.Even though im not a healthy eater, i dont eat that much. But when i eat, i EAT, which is why i guess im chubby and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Im a big fan of Russel Peters, the comedian guy. And the puppet guy, Jeff Dunham. I love watching funny stuff. But when it comes to music and stories, the more depressing the better it is. And as serials, i like detective shit. X-Files&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;is the best, never seen anything that can compete with that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is getting boring huh? Too much talk is too much blah blah. So adieus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Constantia; color: white;"&gt;Ps: PLEASE wish me luck for my O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;-sτupι&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;ιєđ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: gray;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8034435418686925472-5177761344148145412?l=calli-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5177761344148145412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8034435418686925472&amp;postID=5177761344148145412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/5177761344148145412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8034435418686925472/posts/default/5177761344148145412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calli-gurl.blogspot.com/2008/01/lil-hey.html' title='a lιl soмєтнιиg abouт мє'/><author><name>callι guяl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793325333707628212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpSjv-ibRh0/TgAqm8ORGqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/64u-d7FpQPs/s220/DSC00008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gkcW_SW8v8c/R5rrZgRcv3I/AAAAAAAAABc/DL2rpQa2CnU/s72-c/Between_Darkness_and_Wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
