<?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-5496420</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:52:29.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Mask</title><subtitle type='html'>I know Your Out there I can Feel you now. I know that Your afraid, afraid of Change. I don't know the future, I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to show you a world where anything is possible. But where we go from here I leave to you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-108451766006251132</id><published>2004-05-13T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T00:08:22.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sundayokay. for the past god knows how long all my stuff been written on Laid paper.Today's Traumatizing event : all my money is gone. dont know how. and no, i didn't spend it. The fucking computer is in coma   Yesterday's Post : im supposed to spend the weekend with her; my cross to bear making a simple agreement lead to this. Everytime i go to Jurong point, she starts to talk about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/108451766006251132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/108451766006251132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108451766006251132' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-107848761446785029</id><published>2004-03-05T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T04:00:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, she changed my blog pass back..whats it take? just to un-edit all the bloody creations she added.gAwd imsopissed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107848761446785029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107848761446785029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848761446785029' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-107848754623094072</id><published>2004-03-05T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T03:54:37.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idol The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by QuizillaPirates of the Caribbean! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by QuizillaGood stuff, you are "Wedding?  I loveweddings!  Drinks all around."  You're thelife of the party and nothing gets you down,not even certain death at the hands of yourzombie nemesis or the Navy.  Come to think ofit, realism </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107848754623094072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107848754623094072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848754623094072' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-107616124366462619</id><published>2004-02-07T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T05:42:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apathy, well I can say your lucky, in some ways.You see Apathy is no emotion, basically youdon't care. But that does not make you a badperson. Some of my friends are apathetic and Ilove them, but it wouldn't hurt to care alittle more. Trust me life hurts, most peoplewho are apathetic do it cause they were hurt.But don't worry, life is pain, its alsopleasure. Good luck. (please vote) What Emotion</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107616124366462619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107616124366462619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616124366462619' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-107374680765067475</id><published>2004-01-10T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T07:01:19.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh shit..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107374680765067475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107374680765067475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374680765067475' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-107374660516934958</id><published>2004-01-10T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T06:57:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one would really know your name. You would becalled by what you do. For example, if you burnyour victims to death all the time, you wouldbe known as The Arsonist, or if you knife them,you would be known as The Slasher. You would bethe mysterious killer who strikes at sporadictimes, and would be very difficult to catch.You might dress up and mask yourself when youperform your horrible killings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107374660516934958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107374660516934958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374660516934958' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-107193584056850997</id><published>2003-12-20T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T07:58:15.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 100q email has miraculously dissappeared from my inbox.have to do like 50 tonnes of editing in previous posts. the older ones used to be better.guess i should edit the recent "single-toned" posts that are words forever. more...whatstheword..blog worthly?this is shit. have to grab and run my dads phone later if i have to make calls.i just cancalled on faye, charmine..etc. had this camp. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107193584056850997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/107193584056850997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193584056850997' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-106774691993049086</id><published>2003-11-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T20:21:58.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my eyes are killing me and some pain in the ass is giving me a really hard time, so im just gonna do this another day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106774691993049086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106774691993049086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774691993049086' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-106422984981907084</id><published>2003-09-22T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T04:24:09.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a few sUndays back went to Appllo Hotel at 2am.. Abby and Lois were there..pam, pris and uhhh...some guy went there too. before that had to go to malaysia to get some stuff, on the way there,there was this taxi behind us that kept..cutting the line in slow motion Jer: aaaaaaaaaargh..me: give him the finger.Jer: what? okay okay quick, you do it.the mothEr:!!!! *gasp* how DaRe you suggest such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106422984981907084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106422984981907084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106422984981907084' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-106344237975731776</id><published>2003-09-13T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:43:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.. The Raveonettes - That great love sound.. Stacie orrico - (There's gotta be) More to life **.. Boomkat - the wreekeoning.. Abs - what you got.. Venus Hum - soul sloshing.. Lillix - It's about time **.. Robbie Williams - something beautiful.. booorrrrrrrdooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106344237975731776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106344237975731776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106344237975731776' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-106222985614332431</id><published>2003-08-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:51:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black-Winged Angel:Your real world seems twisted with questionswithout answers. You prefer to hide in your ownplace where no one can hear you nor see you.You are the angel that is usually confusedabout life and are always asking questionsabout life that can hardley be answered. Youare the special at that you get to choose theroad ahead of you. For you life seems moredifficult and the only way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106222985614332431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106222985614332431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222985614332431' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-106049013628731216</id><published>2003-08-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T21:42:10.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Draco Malfoy- You like a guy thats NOT shy andknows what he wants. Also you like Rich Guysand blonds are your type of guy!!!!!What Harry Potter Charactor are you 2 go out with? brought to you by Quizillawho are they kidding..You are: the part where harry and hermione hug! howsweet Which picture from Prizoner of Azkaban are you? brought to you by QuizillaWow!  You are a true survivor!  In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106049013628731216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/106049013628731216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106049013628731216' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105990805598027141</id><published>2003-08-03T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:04:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, you have Michelle Branch's cool. You don'tfollow the crowd, you just do what suits yourmood. W-- Are You ???? brought to you by QuizillaToo pessimistic.  Stuff doesn't suck THAT bad,start thinking more about flowers, fairies, andthe color pink.  Wait...What's Your Problem? brought to you by QuizillaA very rare find in this fandom, you are pure evil. Not quasi-evil, evil. You're a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105990805598027141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105990805598027141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105990805598027141' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105859702831765876</id><published>2003-07-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T03:01:05.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last week was so funny ..lol.. Matt..Jen..nicole came to my place, they brought some of their friends along, to watch cable and inspect the cat who personally scratched Casey out of rage of being stared at. made me give a pizza treat for that. an i was talking to Matt and then DANIEL MITCHELL..decided that it would be fun to throw a knife at me (yes, he willingly threw it) and it cut my index </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105859702831765876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105859702831765876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105859702831765876' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105807858534159039</id><published>2003-07-12T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T23:43:05.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Tim Burton Film Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105807858534159039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105807858534159039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807858534159039' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105807841063263701</id><published>2003-07-12T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T23:40:10.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... apathy.You don't really show any emotion.  You can beconsidered cruel and cold, but you just don'treally care about anything.  This is just theway you are... you're quite a challenge to getclose to. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105807841063263701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105807841063263701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807841063263701' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105800181000806091</id><published>2003-07-12T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T03:56:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoever invented chinese should be hit with a stick..rod..cane..currently typing stuff u probally will find wasting your life [like typing this post was]so don't give a damnI don't get the hierarchy thing. Most of them behave like they own your life, defy them, and they'll end it. Often after they end thier rhetoric. power-hungry..The problem with them and most people : The people finish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105800181000806091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105800181000806091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105800181000806091' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105764206010554048</id><published>2003-07-07T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:37:07.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHAT TYPE OF WILD CREATURE ARE YOU? (New Pictures!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764206010554048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764206010554048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764206010554048' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105764161175973104</id><published>2003-07-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:20:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Helen Gamble Which THE PRACTICE Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764161175973104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764161175973104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764161175973104' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105764132539112521</id><published>2003-07-07T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:36:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're an individual. You're impossible to label.Rock on!What label are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764132539112521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764132539112521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764132539112521' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105764035529839025</id><published>2003-07-07T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:59:15.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goddess of the Moon. Beauty, yet a strange dark sadness lurksabout you at times. But hey, pain is beauty,right? What element would you rein over? (For Girls) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764035529839025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105764035529839025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764035529839025' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105763964558734732</id><published>2003-07-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:47:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Rogue!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763964558734732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763964558734732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105763964558734732' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105763955116009246</id><published>2003-07-07T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:45:51.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the What High SchoolStereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763955116009246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763955116009246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105763955116009246' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105763949627898223</id><published>2003-07-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:44:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leavesyour partner bedazzled and maybe even feelinghe/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kissthat never lessens and always blows yourpartner away like the first time. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763949627898223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763949627898223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105763949627898223' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105763943143068470</id><published>2003-07-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:43:51.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's  usually associated withevil but attractive people.Youprobably just don't give a damn,but it'severyone else's fault if you don't becauseyou're too awesome to have any real faults. What Kind of Smile are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763943143068470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105763943143068470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105763943143068470' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-1057639211156081</id><published>2003-07-07T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:50:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now Heidi can't walk about the house because of the dog, they end up fighting everytime.Martin bought him for 1.4k when he was 14. Talk about being $$Rich$$. LV key pouch. heidously expensive sunnies. Car. i am sooooooooo jealous. His room is filled with a ton of expensive stuff. Like he owns a mint.He said he used to skip classes in high school. Attened 1 or 2 days everyweek, and each day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/1057639211156081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/1057639211156081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#1057639211156081' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105755710317073777</id><published>2003-07-06T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:51:01.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Happy Be-lated 4th of July to those who celebrate it. Sighhhh~ no school today cos' of Youth Day. Hey... the callender in my blog says its Sunday I think i'm running Chicago time. how...semi-intersting.    Regardless, im still bored out of my mind.  Perhaps the notion of being locked up 7hours a day and 5 days a week, with a (generous!) 20min break didn't seem potentially boring to those who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105755710317073777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105755710317073777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105755710317073777' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105755576288671516</id><published>2003-07-06T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:52:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     hoo..Faye called me yesterday. Not at all what i expected. She's one of the members in Charmine's cell. Bubbly, Really friendly. I can't remember the name of her school, as usual. Shes in the 9th grade One of the members, Timothy has a 6th graded sister called Rachel "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel" im getting goosebumps. *creeped out* same name as an "ememy" that I don't know. Being hated for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105755576288671516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105755576288671516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105755576288671516' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105739853669941589</id><published>2003-07-05T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:53:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah...to join or not to join...Charmine's cell sounds rather boring. They actually meet in church. but then why the hell not. Okay, for one, its dull. Still, i haven't been there, so i wouldn't know and who knows what else they do...pfffft. Sighhh~ hmm..another obscenely expensive Ferragano item. weird range. can't figure out why 20-30something people pay 4k for a huge brown handbag with a huge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105739853669941589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105739853669941589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105739853669941589' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105653209865393883</id><published>2003-06-25T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T18:56:57.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105653209865393883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105653209865393883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105653209865393883' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105652732675780742</id><published>2003-06-25T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:59:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Wonder what the books "Lord of the Flies" and "Kafka's short Tales" are about. i Think Kafka had one story called the Metamorphosis or something where this guy wakes up as a giant Dung Beetle. and Lord of the Flies is about human behaviour and anger or something. I think, That is.Sighhhhhhhhhh~ The sky is depressingly grey. Freezing. All wet. hm. somehow feel like im going to die. don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105652732675780742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105652732675780742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105652732675780742' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105644217457340776</id><published>2003-06-24T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T01:14:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three weeks ago went to east coast. Lois was there. Samuel was there. Joshua was there, Joyce, too, as usual. I think Samuel's younger brothers both went sick on thier mom. Don't think first graders can get hang-overs. Lois fell asleep at 10.30pm, as usual and the rest went at 12am. Lois fell asleep on this sheet that they left on the grass next to the "Lounge" and later a few kids yanked out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105644217457340776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105644217457340776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105644217457340776' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105637269979860756</id><published>2003-06-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T00:53:51.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished reading "Life of Pi" and now theres nothing to do again. *sob*sob* Alex, Jason and Sara went back for the rest of thier summer vacation. Sighh~ sooooooo boring...now my pastor will probally say that, thats only because i dont have a goal in life, but for now in my goal-less life i think i'll ignore that little voice...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105637269979860756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105637269979860756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105637269979860756' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105637189436269201</id><published>2003-06-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T00:49:30.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     How convienient...a certin varified amount of famillar people always seem to keep sending messeges or some what finding any mortally possible way to annoy me whenever im in a bad mood. Quarreled with parents again. Caught my mother's stupid flu. It seems like "It won't get worse" is a prompt command in my life for "Make my life miserable".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105637189436269201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105637189436269201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105637189436269201' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105637062454731081</id><published>2003-06-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T05:17:04.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Haiiii~ Yesterday "Charmaine", i have no idea who she is, asked me to join her cell, she claimed that she got my number from Aaron's parents...if cheryl is in that cell i might as well buy my coffin and land property for burial. *The horror of being in the same cell as someone whose parents are in the same g12 as my mom* u probally don't understand.     Spent the whole of today being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105637062454731081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105637062454731081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105637062454731081' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496420.post-105612458916122783</id><published>2003-06-20T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T08:56:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeeeeezzz....how convienient...another horrid week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105612458916122783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5496420/posts/default/105612458916122783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednbrown.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105612458916122783' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00015044444432759936</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></entry></feed>
