<?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-5549304851664027214</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:11:01.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh, shiney.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-5210323495745854437</id><published>2009-11-14T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:16:42.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my happy place?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i learnt a lot. so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-5210323495745854437?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5210323495745854437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=5210323495745854437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/5210323495745854437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/5210323495745854437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-happy-place.html' title='my happy place?'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-291983844622909566</id><published>2009-09-20T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:23:39.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes and theives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/1967d9af202880267af13219e8efbd8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/1967d9af202880267af13219e8efbd8d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he's there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;he waits in the wings&lt;br /&gt;he's gotta play a part&lt;br /&gt;trouble is a friend&lt;br /&gt;yeah, trouble is a friend&lt;br /&gt;of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-291983844622909566?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/291983844622909566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=291983844622909566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/291983844622909566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/291983844622909566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/heroes-and-theives.html' title='heroes and theives'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-7475481769330375934</id><published>2009-09-12T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:11:50.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with my disgrace?</title><content type='html'>It's like, you're all happy and elated and floating on candy-floss clouds when suddenly BANG! Life throws a freaking curve ball. Only imagine it's all fiery with flaming daggers shooting out of it. So you can't help but get shish-kebabed right down to your fluffy pink (keeping in theme with the candy-floss) socks. And they were very nice socks too, all things considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened but I was much too happy. Gah. And this happens &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; as I'm starting to drive well. Hello, Independence. Here I am, waving enthusiastically. But wait... I need you not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like locking myself in my room and watching &lt;em&gt;The Grudge&lt;/em&gt;. Because you can't survive Japanese evil. You can, Samara. So that's not so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss M and T&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-7475481769330375934?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7475481769330375934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=7475481769330375934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7475481769330375934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7475481769330375934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-with-my-disgrace.html' title='what&apos;s with my disgrace?'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-7898463254273796277</id><published>2009-09-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:26:06.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/Damien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought this was gorgeous. Also, balloons make me happy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-7898463254273796277?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7898463254273796277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=7898463254273796277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7898463254273796277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7898463254273796277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/teeth-ground-sharp-and-eyes-glowing-red.html' title='teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-8565655315485477742</id><published>2009-08-22T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:04:27.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a foxtrot above my head</title><content type='html'>I'm still groggy. Going to bed late and waking up late does that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my registration tomorrow. Yup. It's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; soon. Everything seems so final, y'know? Like at 8.00 tomorrow morning the rest of my life is pretty much set for me. I still don't know if this is what I want. But then again I'm not really sure about anything (ever) so I figured I should just go into it whole heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool would it be to be a witch doctor? =p &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/em&gt; is coming out later this year. In December, me thinks. I can't wait. Disney hasn't come up with a princess movie in ages. Then next year there's &lt;em&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/em&gt; to look forward too. I downloaded a copy of the &lt;em&gt;Grimm's Fairy Tales&lt;/em&gt;. Apparently it's a direct translation of the original but blah... it's boring. I always imagined (somewhat romantically... and stupidly) that it would be sort of darker... creepier, maybe. It's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to find a book of fairy tales like that described in John Connolly's &lt;em&gt;The Book of Lost Things&lt;/em&gt;. Where the princess is captured by a warlock and made to dance for him every night until she dies. Only she comes back as a ghost and haunts him till he kills himself. That's even better than &lt;em&gt;The Twelve Dancing Princesses&lt;/em&gt;, which was my favourite story when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Linda Bergkvist? When is she going to publish her book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/eshreemnbyenayla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-8565655315485477742?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8565655315485477742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=8565655315485477742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/8565655315485477742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/8565655315485477742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/foxtrot-above-my-head.html' title='a foxtrot above my head'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-376003972563760719</id><published>2009-08-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:22:12.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how they danced in the courtyard</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went shopping with Za. We spent like, &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; taking off and putting on clothes and had some of the most interesting conversation meanwhile. Of paedophilic tendencies, Sarawak&amp;amp;Sicily, waxing, underwear, J&amp;amp;A, cousins, friends and er, more. Lots more but my mind seems to be drawing a blank right now. We agree on practically everything... except music. We also happen to have the same skinny ankles and similar (horrible) taste in boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before we had to &lt;em&gt;ciao&lt;/em&gt; home we found these adorable turquoise sorta flapper-y dresses. So we bought one each. And we'll probably wear them before she has to leave. Not out of the house or anything but just to take pictures for memories. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. It is HARD being vegetarian in Malaysia. But I only have until Sunday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-376003972563760719?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/376003972563760719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=376003972563760719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/376003972563760719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/376003972563760719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-they-danced-in-courtyard.html' title='how they danced in the courtyard'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-1632266612119650484</id><published>2009-08-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:02:57.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes</title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jubilation was immediate&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is forth&lt;br /&gt;Celebration is imminent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the bast part? I'll be celebrating with &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my bestiest best friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is good. Even Snape's happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/snapeshappy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, kinda. He hasn't been told.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/reallyhappysnape.jpg" /&gt;Now he knows.&lt;br /&gt;Slanj!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-1632266612119650484?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1632266612119650484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=1632266612119650484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/1632266612119650484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/1632266612119650484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/fisherman-fishes-bakerman-bakes.html' title='the fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-7710964907865173514</id><published>2009-07-27T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:31:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bells that never sing</title><content type='html'>Jonah Hex strikes me as a very interesting character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found out that Megan Fox is going to be in the movie I got all excited and started reading up about the comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of Jonah's face is grotesquely scarred because a heated tomahawk was pressed against it as punishment for fighting unfairly (in the eyes of the Indians). He is also apparently very mean and an alcoholic. He is therefore very much the antihero. I think the movie &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be better than the comics as he has Megan (or Leila, as is her name in the movie) to make things all nice for him at the end of the day. His love life doesn't seem quite so blissful in the comics. All the women he loves seem to die or leave him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie producers have made Jonah look more appealing in the movie. At least, this is what I have gathered from the few pictures I've seen of him on set. I suppose it's not to scare kids. And as awesome as Megan Fox seems to be, I doubt even she can stand too much of an exposed eyeball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The antiheroes are always the most intriguing aren't they? The ones who are not at all good looking and have some sort of horrible past. They're not completely selfless and courageous (like say... Superman) but are doing good for selfish reason. There's V, who goes against a totalitarian government because he wants vengeance for what it did to him. Then there's Spike who got his soul back and then sacrificed himself for Buffy. And of course there's Snape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I must digress, why WHY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; was Snape so fat in HBP? He is supposed to be thin. Really thin. JKR even described him as gaunt, which makes sense. I don't exactly see Snape going around stuffing himself with chocolate frogs. He's more of an 'eat to live' sort of person. His hair should also be longer, lanker AND he needs to dress less like a priest. AND AND... gah. He just needs to be more like his description in the book. But Warner Bros doesn't seem to care about some minute details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexter Morgan! How could I have almost forgotten him? Especially since I'm beginning to really enjoy &lt;em&gt;Dexter&lt;/em&gt;. There's a definite stress in the &lt;em&gt;anti&lt;/em&gt; of his antihero. A psychopathic, super intelligent serial killer. But you just can't help grow fond of Dexter and root for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people&lt;/em&gt; are not even remotely close to being heroes. Or even villains. So they can't be antiheroes can they? They're the extras. The ones with no lines, no background story and no interaction whatsoever with the gun-slinging bounty hunter. I don't like being mean but right now I can't be bothered. I failed my driving test and that has put me in a foul mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/Jonah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 519px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/jonahposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-7710964907865173514?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7710964907865173514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=7710964907865173514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7710964907865173514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7710964907865173514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/bells-that-never-sing.html' title='bells that never sing'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-6194135446423870547</id><published>2009-07-13T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:11:28.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hbp is acomin'</title><content type='html'>Well, it's almost here. Just a couple more days of intense frustration. And then... pure HAPPINESS. :D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; and I are planning to dress up. Her in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hogwartian&lt;/span&gt; gear and I in my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snape's&lt;/span&gt; not Evil! He's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huggly&lt;/span&gt; pink bunny!&lt;/em&gt; t-shirt. But uh, I don't know if we'll look odd or something. For &lt;em&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/em&gt;, loads of people dressed up so we weren't so out of place. Okay, well not loads but a fair amount. Only, the book fans are more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; about these kinds of things and hence more dressy-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uppy&lt;/span&gt; on such occasions. The fans who go for the movies... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;, I have a couple of days to decide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene's I'm especially looking forward too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spinners End&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Slughorn's&lt;/span&gt; Party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RW&lt;/span&gt;/LB/HG scenes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; Wizard Wheezes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ginny's and Harry's kiss &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voldy&lt;/span&gt;-the-kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;/NT (hopefully the producers/directors did not cut out any integral bits from that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the whole &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sectumsempra&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roonil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wazlib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;you don't have to call me 'Sir', Professor&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ron's "&lt;em&gt;Excuse me, but are you the imprint of a departed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;soul?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt; teaching DADA! *squeal* How awesome is that going to be? ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luna's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt; "hat"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luna commenting on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quidditch&lt;/span&gt; game. If they cut this out of the movie I'm going to blow an artery right there in the theater.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the bits with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt; in it. Except possibly the part where he &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Avada's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore's&lt;/span&gt; ass to the grave. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/13.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 519px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't wait :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-6194135446423870547?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6194135446423870547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=6194135446423870547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/6194135446423870547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/6194135446423870547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/hbp-is-acomin.html' title='hbp is acomin&apos;'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-5840647396691980776</id><published>2009-07-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:13:54.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6ft 7in</title><content type='html'>Xander said, "I'm just going to go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain." I don't remember why, though. Possibly because Buffy was a-Slaying with Angel, and Willow and Oz had something on. It's odd because I've never ever felt like listening to country music when I'm all mopey. Or maybe he meant that country music &lt;em&gt;causes&lt;/em&gt; pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised yesterday that that the Lakers use my school colours. Or we use theirs. Purple and Yellow. Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were in Istanbul. After Sarawak, Vanu and I made (not quite definite) plans to travel the world. Next year... road trip. Every state in the country... minus Sabah and Sarawak. It's not quite &lt;em&gt;the world&lt;/em&gt; but it's a start. She has wanted to visit Peru for as long as I can remember. Then I want to go to Egypt. And on a cruise down the Amazon River. Although, I don't know if they do that. The cruise, I mean. Plus we have to go to Alaska in the summer. In between all that we'll find the time to get us our MBBS's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What would be the first thing you do if you had superpowers?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, what sort of superpowers are you talking 'bout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Er, I dunno. Flying... mind-control... telekinesis... super-strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Save the world I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;I'd use 'em to get me all my A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ah. And then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;FIND KOBE! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all want stuff we can't have. Like how now, more than anything, I want cherries and nutella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-5840647396691980776?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5840647396691980776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=5840647396691980776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/5840647396691980776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/5840647396691980776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/6ft-6in.html' title='6ft 7in'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-3405371637099534831</id><published>2009-06-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:27:09.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still in the valley</title><content type='html'>...because I'm trying to organise my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sarawak was loads and loads of fun. Funny, lovely people, no leech bites and &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; food. The quantities that we consumed... honestly, I'm surprised I'm still able to walk from place to place and am not forced to use a buggy or whatever. I suppose all the trekking (and there were lots of it) balanced our gluttony. I flew all by myself, btw. How awesome is that? Took the correct flight and everything, and there was my dad panicking over how I would end up in Latvia or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Watched Transformers 2 twice. Both times in the theater, no less. First on Marcus's birthday and the second time my brother begged me to take him. But I didn't mind because, how beyond beautiful/sexy is Megan Fox anyway? Have become a huge fan of hers. And alright, her interviews are a bit odd -she seems incapable of conducting herself normally- but whatever. It just makes her more interesting I guess. She is my girl crush :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It is, I have decided, completely idiotic to become overly enthusiastic over something. Or to yearn for something so badly you waste hours and hours for months over it. But is it really surprising that I did just that? Waste my time over something completely stupid and useless? It's like my calling card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Do you know of a new way waste my time and/or depress me? Call *********!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is especially idiotic if the thing you have been waiting for so long... is to watch a movie. &lt;em&gt;Vallee des Fleurs&lt;/em&gt; was so disappointing. Well alright, so I haven't actually finished watching it, but so far (30 minutes into the movie) it is nothing but heaving bosoms and well sculpted derrieres. It's like an extremely bad ss/hg fan fic. The type where the author has obviously had one too many Firewhiskeys and was probably struck by Eros's arrow in some inappropriate place. You know the type... throbbing blah blah's and &lt;em&gt;emerald green satin sheets that glimmer in the soft moonlight that shines incandescently through Gothic-styled arches, smooth and curved as the voluptuous arc's of Aphrodite's limbs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, you just KNOW that these idiots see Snape, not as a greasy haired git but as some pompous, women-romancing type (note the plurality) fool. AND it's like they just discovered the wondrous powers of an online thesaurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went of track. Hm, so aside from the offensive bums and breasts, there was the whole stealing of luck through one's shadows. I guess I just expected to be blown away by an epic Asian romance with a slight LotR fantasy thing going on. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; But this is life after all, so we must learn to expect the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-3405371637099534831?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3405371637099534831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=3405371637099534831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3405371637099534831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3405371637099534831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-in-valley.html' title='still in the valley'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-5220841998664731023</id><published>2009-06-17T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:48:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dancing demon</title><content type='html'>I cant' wait to go. I really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; can't. Except I'm not to keen on leeches. So the plan is to arm myself with bags and bags of salt. Sea salt... table salt... rock salt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never ever even been camping before so this is like BAM! being pushed into the deep end. Well, Plop! actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/VoldieandSnapetalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm re-reading all of HP before I watch HBP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And... I miss Buffy. The post-Faith, pre-Riley episodes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-5220841998664731023?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5220841998664731023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=5220841998664731023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/5220841998664731023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/5220841998664731023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-demon.html' title='a dancing demon'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-3332720670682127669</id><published>2009-06-15T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:04:56.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when all is said and done - trapt</title><content type='html'>A new beginning. A fresh start. A brand new day and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where will i be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'm on the run,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and time is catching up behind me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then why do I keep going back to &lt;em&gt;back then&lt;/em&gt;? I guess because fantasising about how things &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be makes me feel happy, even if just for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dwell on the unhappy past? Not helping that I'm listening to &lt;em&gt;Trapt&lt;/em&gt; all over again. I used to love them, or well, their songs. But um, not the most cheerful of bands. Plus, you know how music sort of acts as a memory trigger? Yeah. I used to listen to them obsessively over and over again while reading angst-ridden ss/hg stories online. So it's kind of making me feel all... blah. Can't stop though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to happier (and more noteworthy) things. My prom was held last night. The prom itself was really good. Was a million times better than my secondary school prom, possibly the saddest affair I have ever attended. Highlights were the teachers' performance; they were so adorable and entertaining. And of course taking pictures with some of the people I care most about. Don't know much about the food although it looked pretty good. Was much too nervous to eat because had to go on stage for prom king/queen nominee challenges. And for that I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to thank my classmates who decided to put my name down on a day I was absent from class. I think they thought it would be hilariously funny. Stomach ache, rolling around in their seats, kind of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was not as bad as I expected it to turn out. I didn't pass out on stage or anything, thank goodness. And they were very supportive with the screaming and all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooh... and a formal, most sincere apology to Amrit. I hope I didn't cause him any future spinal problems during the whole sitting-on-him-while-he-did-push-ups challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the pictures then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1332.jpg" /&gt;Have you seen a prom king-ier/queen-ier pair? We should have won I tell ya.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1406.jpg" /&gt;'Cause she's so hot. I got horny.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;3&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1407.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/100_1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/pm3girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/pm3boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-3332720670682127669?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3332720670682127669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=3332720670682127669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3332720670682127669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3332720670682127669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-all-is-said-and-done-trapt.html' title='when all is said and done - trapt'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-1278860421554678414</id><published>2009-04-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:05:21.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the simple need</title><content type='html'>Exams are over babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am so relieved. Finals are weeks away. Hmm... am a happy bunny right now. Especially because I bought myself the most gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;dark green jeans&lt;/strong&gt; ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow? More shopping :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/hond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought this was hilariously cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-1278860421554678414?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1278860421554678414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=1278860421554678414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/1278860421554678414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/1278860421554678414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-simple-need.html' title='oh, the simple need'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-384619597482733236</id><published>2009-02-07T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:49:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all alone with the sheep</title><content type='html'>Sa has left. :( For Trinity. Said my bye's yesterday but woke up feeling miserable. It's like everyone is leaving. By September everyone will be on opposite ends of the earth. Even I may be flyflyflying away to Ireland. But recently I've been seriously considering Australia. I think I'm willing to do the basic degree/extra 9 months thingy. After all I have family there. And what is life without family and friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice that we got to spend more time than usual together the past week. We were able to have in depth discussions concerning love-handles, the whole stabbing incident (hilarious :D), Richard and David. It was pretty awesome. So understandably I was pretty torn up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaah. I hate it when I get into one of these moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped when I went over to Mim's earlier today though. We bummed around but it made me much happier. I have wonderful friends. I hope that 10/20/30/40... years from now we'll still be vegetating with one another :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/random2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/random1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/deeps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/mimblindfolded.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/bdaygirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/picnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/grouppic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-384619597482733236?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/384619597482733236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=384619597482733236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/384619597482733236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/384619597482733236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-alone-with-sheep.html' title='all alone with the sheep'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-595673176741022444</id><published>2009-01-31T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:48:52.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not as blue as dr draken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn't study at all these here CNY hols. I know I’m going to regret it like crazy on Monday but for now I can’t be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, condensed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the acquisition of a brand new pretty purple sweater that is just &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; soft. So soft it’s fun to stroke whenever I’m bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) buttering like, a millionkazillion egg sandwiches with Vanu for Mim’s birthday. I now understand why men make better chefs. It’s all about the &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt;power babeh. The folding and smashing and crunching and battering. It’s back-breaking work. But regardless, Vanu and I had oodles of fun. Preparing simple food does not require that many brain cells so she and I had plenty of time to discuss loads of stuff. That was fun and… illuminating. We discovered that she is much too nice for her own good and I am either completely mental or as devoted as a puppy. Fairly pathetic, but there you go. At any rate, I can’t act to save my soul so I don’t understand why my own personal jukebox keeps playing the same tune. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Mim’s surprise birthday picnic. Woke her up at 7 something after she had only 2 hours of sleep. Then blindfolded her, put a green afro on her head and took her to Lake Gardens, where she sat around blindfolded for about 30 minutes because lots of people were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) my Ielts. I screwed up the speaking. Went blank for a good 30 seconds. It would be lovely to get a band score of 8.5 or 9. Yes it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) CNY as Mimzy’s. Lunch that followed through with tea. And yes, yes, I must agree that the girl has better taste in boys than me. :p &lt;em&gt;Salud&lt;/em&gt; babe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-595673176741022444?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/595673176741022444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=595673176741022444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/595673176741022444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/595673176741022444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-as-blue-as-dr-draken.html' title='not as blue as dr draken'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-3483448522359522012</id><published>2009-01-24T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:55:06.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellooo mrs ross, well helloooooo mr rachel</title><content type='html'>How lovely would it be to live in a castle? With all the towers, extensive labyrinthine dungeons and possibly... a courtyard? And a moat of course, for protection a stuff. That would be beyond awesome. But what are the odds that I will end up living in one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, never mind. I can always dream. And since I'm dreaming, it wouldn't hurt to dream up Severus Snape by my side. He would, I've decided, have Chad Kroeger's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/castle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I would give &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/courtyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-3483448522359522012?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3483448522359522012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=3483448522359522012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3483448522359522012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3483448522359522012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellooo-mrs-ross-well-helloooooo-mr.html' title='hellooo mrs ross, well helloooooo mr rachel'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-1846487321264479917</id><published>2009-01-10T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:16:01.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause we all just wanna be big rock stars</title><content type='html'>Is it very juvenile to colour a Disney cartoon character at my age? It's just that Hades is so absolutely adorable and I had had HAD to have a picture of him. So I spent like, 2 hours drawing and then another 2ish, colouring. It was very satisfying. I haven't had so much fun since I first discovered devianart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole Hades obsession culminated at the point where I practically turned my whole house upside down looking for a set of colour pencils, I decided it was about time I rewatched &lt;em&gt;Hercules&lt;/em&gt;. And honestly, it never occurred to me before that the Hades portrayed by Disney is blatant mischaracterization of the real Hades. Firstly, Hades is NOT evil. Ruler of the Underworld, yes. But that just means he's somewhat melancholy and grim. And aside from that, if Hades were really about to wage war with someone like Herc, there is no way he would lose. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got to thinking... Disney should have written a song for him to sing. Judge Frollo gets to belt out his tune in &lt;em&gt;Hunchback, &lt;/em&gt;Hades should be given the same opportunity because let's face it, you can't help but love any villainous-type that sings his heart out. I mean, how else does one explain Marilyn Manson's extremely large fan base?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-1846487321264479917?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1846487321264479917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=1846487321264479917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/1846487321264479917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/1846487321264479917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-we-all-just-wanna-be-big-rock.html' title='&apos;cause we all just wanna be big rock stars'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-7697851451625006053</id><published>2008-12-28T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:00:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with a ribbon on it</title><content type='html'>"One day while Demeter and Persephone were walking, the fields opened up and Hades dragged Persephone down into the underworld."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was in love with her beauty; he wanted her to be his wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He couldn't just ask?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The gods don't seem to do a lot of asking. He just sort of kidnapped her. Demeter was crushed. She walked all over the earth asking people if they'd seen her daughter. In the meantime, Persephone was sitting around in the underworld being really freaked out about it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why didn't she just leave?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She couldn't. Hades wouldn't let her. Besides, there are all these guardians to the underworld, and they wouldn't let her get past. So she had to sit there while Hades tried to convince her that things weren't so bad. Also, I think Hades must have been kind of cute, and Persephone sort of liked him in that weird 'I shouldn't like you but I do' way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I see&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... plants died ... pomegranate fruit was offered (because there was no chocolate back then) ... 6 months, 6 seeds ... seasons change ... THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Never read an explanation quite like that before. Made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough Hades was probably the best husband among all the other Greek Gods. He only attempted to bed two other women (one was a wood nymph - now forever made into mint by the wrath of Persephone). Persephone should count herself lucky. From what I've read, Hera didn't have it so easy with Zeus, who was like, the father of philanderers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/HadesandPersephone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sweet is this picture? He somehow manages to make the Rottweiler teeth and blue flames for hair look quite adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/hadesandpersephone1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-7697851451625006053?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7697851451625006053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=7697851451625006053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7697851451625006053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/7697851451625006053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-ribbon-on-it.html' title='with a ribbon on it'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-8104714285368836713</id><published>2008-09-14T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:13:13.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your train of thought will be altered</title><content type='html'>Let's see. My eyelids are all droopy and I can't stop yawning thanks to dear Zhen and Mim, both of whom &lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt; to let me sleep last night. Uh huh, sleep. Something I am particularly partial to. Alright, so I had loads of fun yesterday, lack of sleep notwithstanding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) screamed like crazy because Terence kept throwing pop pops (really loud futuristic &lt;em&gt;canggih&lt;/em&gt; ones... very different from the usual white gentle-types) at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) burnt lanterns. Literally burnt them. Like, poof! curlicues of flame and smoke engulfing paper. I know you're supposed to light them up and all for mooncake festival but the boys thought it would be more fun to burn them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) tattooed everyone with butterflies, including the boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) went for supper at 1 something in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) returned to Mim's place and did everything BUT sleep, even though I was very insistent on doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight though, I don't care if I fall asleep standing, I am going to go a-hunting. I need to find &lt;em&gt;Vallée des fleurs&lt;/em&gt;. Or, Valley of Flowers but &lt;em&gt;Vallée des fleurs&lt;/em&gt; sounds prettier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-8104714285368836713?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8104714285368836713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=8104714285368836713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/8104714285368836713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/8104714285368836713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-train-of-thought-will-be-altered.html' title='your train of thought will be altered'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549304851664027214.post-3469946932757695726</id><published>2008-09-12T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:56:28.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you want never bitter and all delicious</title><content type='html'>Sometimes all it takes for you too become woefully romantic (even though you started the day happily enough) is a song and a beautiful picture. Alright, so in this case the song and picture are really sad. And it just makes your heart melt into a gooey mess of melancholy. And because it's a &lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt; sort of sadness it doesn't leave you completely depressed but more in a sort of sad-happy state, if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g30/severusnape13/romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Because honestly, nothing can be more romantic than lovers locked in an eternal kiss, frozen with time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5549304851664027214-3469946932757695726?l=piratesandfaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3469946932757695726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549304851664027214&amp;postID=3469946932757695726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3469946932757695726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549304851664027214/posts/default/3469946932757695726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesandfaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-want-never-bitter-and-all-delicious.html' title='you want never bitter and all delicious'/><author><name>davee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935284251241558582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
