<?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-575904333281245938</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:47:41.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory, no Action</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-4886890302825012993</id><published>2010-06-05T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:56:37.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas!</title><content type='html'>Skin ideas! Hope I can pull it off though :-j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-4886890302825012993?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/4886890302825012993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/4886890302825012993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/4886890302825012993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/ideas.html' title='Ideas!'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2377133211839641870</id><published>2010-06-04T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:49:15.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double D!</title><content type='html'>Kaaaay, sorry BLOG, for flooding you with nonsensical updates @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored like that. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all you guys are doing the same things (heh. AGAIN.), I shall study more CSS codes \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage angst here yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I'm sure you don't know what I'm talking about ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2377133211839641870?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2377133211839641870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/double-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2377133211839641870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2377133211839641870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/double-d.html' title='Double D!'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-6245575073655677502</id><published>2010-06-04T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:30:58.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same, same</title><content type='html'>THEY'RE EVERYWHERE @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-6245575073655677502?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/6245575073655677502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/same-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6245575073655677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6245575073655677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/same-same.html' title='Same, same'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-4078593705668319110</id><published>2010-06-04T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:08:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of making a graphics site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icons, banners, random graphics and all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I? &lt;a href = "http://formspring.me/munchpotatoes"&gt;Tell me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-4078593705668319110?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/4078593705668319110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/4078593705668319110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/4078593705668319110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/06/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2480757768198579628</id><published>2010-05-30T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:27:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ifwordscankill</title><content type='html'>So today, I decided to update my "for the other tumblr people" Tumblr. Only a few people know that I'm the one behind that tumblr :&gt; I put some nice quotes (I found in the web) and some graphic images I made in that blog. Sooo, I uploaded my banner from my latest skin (All You Need Is Love) on my Tumblr and whoaa awesome people mann, after a minute, it already gained 11 likes/reblogs!! \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love youuu Tumblr followers!! :D Heehee :D THANK YOUUU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, will still update my blogskins even though it's kinda notthatalive anymore :-&lt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna know my tumblr, it's just http://ifwordscankill.tumblr.com :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaay, I talk too much :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2480757768198579628?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2480757768198579628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/05/ifwordscankill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2480757768198579628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2480757768198579628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/05/ifwordscankill.html' title='ifwordscankill'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-3364365142112585181</id><published>2010-05-29T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:52:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockquote test</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;OH YEAH LOVE IS REALLY ALL WE NEED&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-3364365142112585181?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/3364365142112585181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/05/blockquote-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/3364365142112585181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/3364365142112585181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/05/blockquote-test.html' title='Blockquote test'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2966250964552669403</id><published>2010-05-29T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:22:42.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BackOnTrack!</title><content type='html'>Hello there awesome people! I'm back on the skinning world! I missed it, seriously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing a skin! :D Later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2966250964552669403?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2966250964552669403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/05/backontrack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2966250964552669403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2966250964552669403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2010/05/backontrack.html' title='BackOnTrack!'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-7560643936808105803</id><published>2009-05-30T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:55:11.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was fun eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music Shuffle Survey AGAIN :&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name? Or what should your name be?&lt;br /&gt;Cyclone - Baby Bash ft. T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;-My name should be Cyclone @-) HAHA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT THE. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - FM Static&lt;br /&gt;-Nice, my name is Cyclone but you can call me Tonight. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA. NAAAAT. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Burn - Usher&lt;br /&gt;-Hi Maan! :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going to turn out?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent - Neyo&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to be independent. :&gt; Yihee. =)) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;-Clumsy cause I'm falling in loooove. =))) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;Penny and Me - Hanson&lt;br /&gt;-HAHA. No connection. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will your job be?&lt;br /&gt;Stronger - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to be stronger what? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you/will you finish school?&lt;br /&gt;Your Universe - Rico Blanco&lt;br /&gt;-@-) :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;For You I Will (Confidence) - Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;-Aww. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is or will be your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go My Own Way - Vanessa Hudgens and ZacEfron&lt;br /&gt;-=))) NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap hanap Kita - Rivermaya (Translate: Looking for You)&lt;br /&gt;-Yup, I'm searching pa. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;All Hail the Heartbreaker - The Spilled Canvas&lt;br /&gt;-Yup, I'm a heartbreaker after all. ;;) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;With a Smile - Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;-Okaaay. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you describe your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous - Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;-They're faaaab! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend[s]?&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops keep falling on my head - BJ Thomas&lt;br /&gt;-:))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your teachers?&lt;br /&gt;Pwede Ba-Soapdish&lt;br /&gt;-Blaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other [or crush...]?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to You - Tyler Collins&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, thank YOU. Whoever YOU are. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Practical Joke - Wang Lan Yin&lt;br /&gt;-So I'm a joke?! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;Your Song - Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;-One and only &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt;.. me! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be / should you be, profession-wise?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm With You - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;-Lalalalala bow. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you describe this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Ever Little Thing - Dishwalla&lt;br /&gt;-No connectiiiiooon forevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Hate that I love You - Rihanna ft. Neyo&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHAHA. It has a connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day - Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;-AT LAAAST! A suitable song. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Girl on TV - LFO&lt;br /&gt;-The girl on TV makes me happy. :))  "Never have to be on the movie screen to be the leading lady on my dreams" something. Love that line! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you dance?&lt;br /&gt;What She Likes - Evan and Jaron&lt;br /&gt;-It's not a dance-y song. :| :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;This Guy's InLove with You, Pare - Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;-Where's the freaking connection?! :)) CHIIILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Better Together - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;-It's always better when we're together. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;In The Ayer - Flo-rida&lt;br /&gt;- :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Another Used to Be - Joe&lt;br /&gt;-Uh-oh. :| =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;Screaming Infidelities - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;-Pfft. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you lust after?&lt;br /&gt;That's so You - The Rocket Summer&lt;br /&gt;-YOUUUU! Not. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish the Sentence&lt;br /&gt;I wish... Wag Mo Na Sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to... I'm Inlove with a Girl. Lesbo. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kill... Waltz! @-) :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat... Can I have this Dance? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head... As Lovers Go. :&gt; =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am... Hanging By a Moment. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best feature is... Toyang. What?! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are... Booty Music =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is... Without You. F. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is... The Rescue. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should... She is Brighter. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;Words of advice: Kahit Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do others see me? Not A Second to Waste :"&gt; AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I see myself? Shut Up and Let Me Go. :| HAHA, =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href = "http://servinsurveys.multiply.com"&gt;ServinSurveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-7560643936808105803?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/7560643936808105803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-fun-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/7560643936808105803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/7560643936808105803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-fun-eh.html' title='It was fun eh.'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-6370671075442674399</id><published>2009-05-30T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:22:30.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F ITTT.</title><content type='html'>Taking surveys again to pass time. Freak. I was downloading something just seconds ago and I accidentally closed the effing window. :| I have to start all over again. Sheet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music Shuffle Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So the lead of this song is totally dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;Love Lockdown - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;-K. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm pretty sure this song was written about me. Copyright!&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Pieces - The Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;-I don't wanna. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. God not this song again!&lt;br /&gt;Superhuman - Chris Brown ft. Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, heard this a lotta times already. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This song could really use some banjo.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop the Music - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;-NAAAT. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm embarrassed that this song is even on my MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;Shake It - Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not embarrassed. :&gt; I like this song. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Yep guilty. I dance to this song in my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Something Like You - N Sync&lt;br /&gt;-Not applicable eh. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whenever this song plays, I turn it up and roll down my car windows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me and You) - Fall out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;-Not really. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This reminds me of my ex-lover.&lt;br /&gt;Green Light - John Legend ft. Andre 3000&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHAHA BOW. =)) Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whenever I see my crush, the lyrics of this song pop into my head.&lt;br /&gt;Far Away - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;-Aww. Kim Bum is sooo far away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whenever I feel alone, I play this song and I feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt;In Too Deep - Sum41&lt;br /&gt;-Hm, nope. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hmm...this would be cool as a hip-hop tune.&lt;br /&gt;When it Was Me - Paula DeAnda&lt;br /&gt;-Yeaaah, agree! :D Kinda RnB na eh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. This song definitely needs more cowbell.&lt;br /&gt;Newport Living - Cute is What We Aim For&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA. =)))&lt;br /&gt;14. I like to play air guitar to song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I only pretend to the know the words of this song when I sing along.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for this Girl - Evan and Jaron&lt;br /&gt;-Nope. I REALLY know the lyrics of this song. :) Memorized it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. This song helps me fall asleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Finger Twist and Split - Cute is What We Aim For&lt;br /&gt;-It doesn't help. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like to breakdance to this song.&lt;br /&gt;The One That Got Away - 'Lil Eddie&lt;br /&gt;-I dunno how to breakdance. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. This song helps me wake-up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Stand by Me - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;-:"&gt; Yeah, maybe. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Aw, this reminds me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;The Best Thing - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;-It doesn't. I just found out this song last December eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What the heck is song even about? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;The Future Freaks Me Out - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;-About the future? Although the lyrics are pretty vague. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href = "http://servinsurveys.multiply.com"&gt;ServinSurveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-6370671075442674399?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/6370671075442674399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-ittt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6370671075442674399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6370671075442674399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-ittt.html' title='F ITTT.'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2167641956538249887</id><published>2009-05-29T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:23:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>Since my personal blog is flooded with random, nonsensical stuff already, I decided to flood, well, my other blog.. which is this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN CATEGORIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite memory from when you were a kid? A lot actually. ;) I like the fact that when you're just a kid, you can do whatever you want and you worry less. ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you have the typical childhood, or was it the complete opposite? Typical childhood. Cartoons, games, shallowness. :))&lt;br /&gt;3. Who were you raised by? Parentss. :D and househelp. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;4. What was one TV show you used to watch? HEY ARNOLD, I MISS AND LOVE! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Was it easy for you to make friends? Not really. I was a shy kiddo &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you changed in any extraordinary ways since you were younger? Yeah, I guess? :))&lt;br /&gt;7. If you asked your mom, would she say you were easy to handle as a kid? I think so. ;D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you believe in ghosts? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are those ghost-hunting shows interesting or full of crap? Both. :)) What I know is they're really scary. :s :))&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been to a professional psychic? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can a house really be "haunted"? I think?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you find psychological thrillers scarier than those "BOO!" kind of movies? Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ghost story? Secret. :)) Too lazy to think and type. :))&lt;br /&gt;7. Is Halloween interesting more because of the legend than anything else? Yup. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers&lt;br /&gt;What number is...&lt;br /&gt;1. The room of your English class? I dunno. =))&lt;br /&gt;2. The street address of your first house? Bansalangin. :))&lt;br /&gt;3. The amount of surveys you've done? Who knows? ;;)&lt;br /&gt;4. The age you were five years ago? 11 yrs old turning 12. :))&lt;br /&gt;5. The sum of your birthdate and the amount of letters in your last name? 25. :D&lt;br /&gt;6. The cost of the last thing you bought at the store? 549 pesos, baby. :))&lt;br /&gt;7. The hour hand pointing to on the clock?4. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you enjoy playing board games? Sometiiimes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you last play a card game with? IV6 friends. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were younger, did you often play Hide N Seek? Yeaaah, 'twas fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Which video game is your favorite? SIMS! FOREVS. Even in PS2 eh. =))&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you sometimes play computer games when you're bored? Yeah. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Explain a time you played Twister, if you have: I haven't sorry. :))&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you enjoy playing games that require more skill or logic? Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays&lt;br /&gt;1. Which holiday is your favorite? Christmas. 'Tis the season to be jolly. :D Falalalalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you pay attentions to holidays that aren't celebrated in your country/religion? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are holidays usually the only times your family get together? Nope. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Which holiday do you wish was statutory, though it isn't? Ehhh..&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in October or November? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last Christmas gift you got from your mom? I forgot. =))&lt;br /&gt;7. Which holiday is your least favorite? Hm? I dunno. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you attend school? Yup. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Which subject do you find the hardest? PHYSICS. Drains my brain.&lt;br /&gt;3. How many schools have you been to in your life? 3. :) Nursery, Kinder, Prep-4th yr high school. If I'll add the university I'm going to (this June already!), then it'll be 4. So 4. =)) Sorry for the explanation. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. Is your school quite small, or rather large? My high school? Large. :&gt; My university? Large!! :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Does your school have uniforms? If so, what colors? My high school? Blue and white. :D My university? We won't be wearing uniforms na. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you know anyone who has dropped out of high school? Yeaaah. :D&lt;br /&gt;7. What time does lunch begin? In my high school? 12.00 nn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;1. How long has it been since you last consumed a cold beverage? A while ago. During lunchtime. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you wore a sweatband? :-?&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you remember breaking accidentally? Glass! :| :))&lt;br /&gt;4. When was your last doctor's appointment? When I got a tetanus immunization. This May I dunno. =))&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person you yelled at? Youngest bro. &gt;:) :))&lt;br /&gt;6. What product did you last wash your face with? DXN soap. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Can you ever really remember what you did when you're asked these "last" questions? Yeah. Pretty much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a herf="http//servinsurveys.multiply.com"&gt;ServinSurveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2167641956538249887?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2167641956538249887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2167641956538249887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2167641956538249887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2961435287028093230</id><published>2009-05-29T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:53:36.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood yaaaa.</title><content type='html'>Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Because I slept around 1.30 am. @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you need to do?&lt;br /&gt;Um.. prepare for college? ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or hook-up?&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can money buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing that you swallowed?&lt;br /&gt;Wateeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had more than 2 boy/girlfriends at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. :-&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv, net, eat, Ipod, sleep. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Block liiiists! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days from now this time, where will you be?&lt;br /&gt;At home probably. :)) After going to mass. Two days from now is a Sunday, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;No ideaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, awhile ago? &gt;:) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been nice to someone who treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you anything like you were at this point last year?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, summer 08. Not really. I was review-ing last summer because of the College Entrance Tests. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost contact with someone you wish you didn't?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking?&lt;br /&gt;Decembeeeer-ber-ber. :/ =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you talked with the opposite sex on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a good person?&lt;br /&gt;Eck. You decide. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast, wash the dishes (gosh, I'm good :))), take a bath and surf the neet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Surf the net still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe exes can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many credit cards do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that you will never stop loving?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Family! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on moving out within the next year or two?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimeees. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to put last night on repeat, and live it forever?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not really. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm weird, you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a freak?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to relieve stress?&lt;br /&gt;Eat, sleep, laugh and use the computer. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the majority of your friends male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Female, ofcourse. All girls school from Prep to 4th year high school eh. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you would change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Impatient! :)) And being an overthinker. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you liked someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you call yourself smart?&lt;br /&gt;It depends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A shirt. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href = "http://servinsurveys.multiply.com"&gt;ServinSurveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2961435287028093230?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2961435287028093230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/flood-yaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2961435287028093230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2961435287028093230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/flood-yaaaa.html' title='Flood yaaaa.'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2923238086187281505</id><published>2009-05-29T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:32:31.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have some fun</title><content type='html'>1. What kind of chair do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;a. Cloth covered&lt;br /&gt;b. Leather covered&lt;br /&gt;c. Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. Cushioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. One with a built-in massager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tomorrow is Sunday. What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. Stay home and take it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Go shopping&lt;br /&gt;c. Do some sports&lt;br /&gt;d. Go out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;e. Stay in bed and catch up on my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A box is lying in the road. What is inside?&lt;br /&gt;a. An abandoned kitten&lt;br /&gt;b. Garbage&lt;br /&gt;c. Treasure&lt;br /&gt;d. A surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e. Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of present would you buy for a very close friend?&lt;br /&gt;a. A handkerchief (Because your friend will be happy, no matter how many handkerchiefs he/she has already)&lt;br /&gt;b. Something you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c. Something your friend has been wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Something popular (the " latest thing")&lt;br /&gt;e. Something hand-made or homemade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You want to cross a river, but there is no bridge in sight. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;a. Swim across&lt;br /&gt;b. Build a raft&lt;br /&gt;c. Search for a bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. Search for a shallow spot to wade across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Wait until the river dries up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What kind of chair do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Hidden meaning : You want your partner (girlfriend/boyfriend ) to:&lt;br /&gt;a. Be together with you always, no matter when or where&lt;br /&gt;b. Be more open with you about himself/herself&lt;br /&gt;c. Take more care of his/her dress and manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. Be a little bit more relaxed, calm and composed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Do more for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you choose to sit on certain chair, you are not suspicious of it or distrust it. This is similar to the psychology present in our relationships with the people we like. In other words, the qualities we look for in a chair are similar to the qualities that we look for in a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tomorrow is Sunday. What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Hidden meaning: With respect to money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. You spend as little as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. You spend whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;c. You save for rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;d. You spend carefully. Pennies saved turn into dollars.&lt;br /&gt;e. You are probably a bit stingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday is a day you are free to use however you want. Having freedom to do whatever you want is like having money to spend however you want. Becoming good at managing your finances is an important step towards independence. What do you think of your money spending habits? A penny for your thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A box lying in the road. What is inside?&lt;br /&gt;Hidden meaning : You think good luck ....&lt;br /&gt;a. Depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;b. Is something you won't attain. You expect only bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;c. Will definitely be yours, someday....&lt;br /&gt;d. Might come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e. Doesn't exist. Reality is built on practicalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People often attribute unexpected events to good luck or bad luck. When something goes well; it's good luck; when things turn sour, it's bad luck. Your answer reveals what kind of luck (what's inside the box) you think you will have in an unexpected circumstance (the box on the road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of present would you buy for a very closed friend?&lt;br /&gt;a. You are not able to relate clearly to others. You tend to become lost in clouds of confusion when attempting a task.&lt;br /&gt;b. You are the type of person who assumes that the world revolves around yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c. You tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. You care more about world trends and fashions in general than you do about your own, or other people's needs.&lt;br /&gt;e. You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By stating what kind of gift you would give to a good friend, you are actually revealing how you relate to others. However, it doesn't really matter so much what you give someone - it's the thought the counts. If you care enough to give something, your friend will get the message. The dual acts of giving and receiving are, together, one of the finest pleasures and one of the best forms of communication that friends share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You want to cross a river, but there is no bridge in sight. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hidden meaning : When it comes to finding a romantic partner you:&lt;br /&gt;a. Will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;b. Create opportunities to interact with many people through club activities or a hobby, then select someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;c. Don't have any particular type in mind, but are inclined to look for someone who is likely to say 'Yes' if you ask him/her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. Base your search on information from your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Are not too worried about finding someone right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The message behind the question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your answer to this question reveals the way you tend to search for a boyfriend/girlfriend. Crossing a river is a psychological equivalent of getting out and finding that special someone. In any case, if you don't make an effort to meet people, there's no way any relationships is going to start at all. So, get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href = "http://servinsurveys.multiply.com"&gt;ServinSurveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2923238086187281505?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2923238086187281505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-have-some-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2923238086187281505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2923238086187281505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-have-some-fun.html' title='Let&apos;s have some fun'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-1121541959903107363</id><published>2009-05-27T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:24:32.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh.</title><content type='html'>MY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating for a long tiiime. I guess I was too lazy and been busy with other stuff. ;) Summer's about to end and pretty soon, I'll be a freaking college student. :-o I'm not old. I'm just &lt;b&gt;sixteen&lt;/b&gt; yrs. old. (Well, turning 17 this September but whatev, still a teen ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I've been busy with watching Korean/Taiwanese dramas. :"&gt; Really really good series. :) The plot's so light and easy to handle. Gosh, Kim Bum and Kim Jeong Hoon forevs. :"&gt; :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogging skills aren't good. Haha. Sorry. Not in the mood to formally blog about stuff and to check my grammar. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also submitted some of my layout on my Blogskins account which is &lt;a href = "http://blogskins.com/me/cablecarconfusion"&gt;cablecarconfusion&amp;hearts;&lt;/a&gt;. Download my layouts if you want to. :) I'm using the latest skin I've made, btw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Just want to update you guys with what's been really up with me since I'm not really posting stuff since April 8! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment and tag please. :) New tagboard's up! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-1121541959903107363?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/1121541959903107363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1121541959903107363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1121541959903107363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh.'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-1087688216019140365</id><published>2009-04-08T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:31:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The facts ignored all done before</title><content type='html'>Hay. Smile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updaaaaaaaate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we expect more from&lt;br /&gt;others cause we would be willing&lt;br /&gt;to do that much for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;You're never going to get over it, but you'll get used to it. Just let yourself feel what you need to feel, even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;-The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss out on what's happening right now&lt;br /&gt;just because you're waiting for something better&lt;br /&gt;to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;We attach ourselves so closely to people that when they are gone, a part of us is gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;My theory was that if I kept my distance,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you would see what you're missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;She's sorry and you can tell. That grin on her face is gone.&lt;br /&gt;You thought she'd been leading you along,&lt;br /&gt;but boy, you got to her like no one has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;If a man takes the risk to cheat&lt;br /&gt;he's saying,&lt;br /&gt;"This is worth losing her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I'm over it..&lt;br /&gt;but then I keep finding myself looking for you in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;If one day, you notice we haven't talked in&lt;br /&gt;awhile, it's not because I don't care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;it's because you pushed me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;The reason people find it so hard to be happy&lt;br /&gt;is that they always see the past better than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it just hits me out of nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden this overwhelming sadness&lt;br /&gt;rushes over me. And I get discouraged and I get&lt;br /&gt;upset and I feel hopeless, sad, and hurt and once&lt;br /&gt;again I become numb to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)&lt;br /&gt;She's never 'the one', just that girl left behind.&lt;br /&gt;And she's confused at how everyone else can feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;At least they belong somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;At least their number one in someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;She's always been second best, never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, just maybe, she's sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)&lt;br /&gt;Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;You only want me..&lt;br /&gt;when you can't have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to talk to you first.&lt;br /&gt;So if I mean anything, anything at all to you,&lt;br /&gt;then you can talk to me because I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't know you've crossed a line until you're already on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.)&lt;br /&gt;Something good will come from this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.)&lt;br /&gt;If there's someone you really&lt;br /&gt;wanna be with, they're worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.)&lt;br /&gt;The oddest things&lt;br /&gt;make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Random things that&lt;br /&gt;seem so small, but&lt;br /&gt;get stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;and repeat over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.)&lt;br /&gt;If you have to try and convince yourself&lt;br /&gt;you don't care about someone, you&lt;br /&gt;care about them more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.)&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be&lt;br /&gt;" together "&lt;br /&gt;to get your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.)&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was wasting&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would come around.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been giving out chances every time&lt;br /&gt;and all you do is let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found out something.&lt;br /&gt;F New. :|&lt;br /&gt;Kk, gotta be happy. Smiler, smiler, smileeeer! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISHOULDBEHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;Take the remaining specks of bitterness off of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ok. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: The One That Got Away - 'Lil Eddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-1087688216019140365?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/1087688216019140365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/04/facts-ignored-all-done-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1087688216019140365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1087688216019140365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/04/facts-ignored-all-done-before.html' title='The facts ignored all done before'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-5248778581370253167</id><published>2009-04-07T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:48:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be fiiine :)</title><content type='html'>Guess what? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout, guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay, I will really try to be a good blog owner and &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to flood this blog with updates. :&gt; It's summer, anyway! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm really, really changing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIIIILE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE BACK TOMORROW? OR LATER? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: I Drive Myself Crazy - NSync&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-5248778581370253167?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/5248778581370253167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/04/gonna-be-fiiine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/5248778581370253167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/5248778581370253167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/04/gonna-be-fiiine.html' title='Gonna be fiiine :)'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-590782734165225311</id><published>2009-03-10T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:06:00.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ease the Hurt</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;If I could gather up the nerve, I'd put my feelings into words. And if I weren't so young, or stupid, or restless, I might be able to soon forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask any questions if you don't want the answers. I'm so tired of dumbing this down for you. You say that you're sorry and there's no need to worry but we both know that's just not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;You can try your hardest, you can do everything, but sometimes people just aren't worth trying over anymore. They aren't worth worrying about. It's important to know when to let go of someone who only brings you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice, whenever I see you I walk away because I want to forget about you just like you forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;You can be happy tomorrow. You can be happy when you get through your list of things to do. You can be happy when you meet the one. You can be happy when you get the right job. You can be happy when you get that raise. You can be happy when you stop buying the things you need and start buying the things you want. You can be happy when you retire. You can be happy when the weather suits you. You can be happy on a plane. You can be happy in the rain. Or you can stop reading this, take a deep breath, and be happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It's just sometimes I look at you and it just makes me want to cry so bad. Yeah, but you'll never ever ever know. I'm writing this for me. So that maybe it will make something feel somewhat fucking better than it has been lately. It was meant to get better, easier to handle, but no, it's still the same. Full circle. Back to where I started. And now I don't know what I can do to make it better for me, because it seems like no matter what I do it doesn't work. I've tried to let you go, oh how I have. But nope, nothing. I tried to keep you in my life, and just be happy with what I have and what we are. Nope. Still didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It's funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time. It's crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and when you want to move on but you're stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can't decide what you want. When you have so many things to say but you don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better. Really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-numb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: I Just Want You To Know - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-590782734165225311?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/590782734165225311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/03/ease-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/590782734165225311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/590782734165225311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/03/ease-hurt.html' title='Ease the Hurt'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-6062439446313068925</id><published>2009-03-09T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:53:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This looks like a rewind</title><content type='html'>Update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;Never forget what they did to you and&lt;br /&gt;never let them know you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave.&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted. I gave what I gave&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;The minute you're ready to tell me you feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drop my whole world for you.&lt;br /&gt;But until then, I’m sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep playing these games anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how you can keep so much bottled up inside, and you can walk around and nobody has any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like running away,&lt;br /&gt;just to see who would follow,&lt;br /&gt;just to see who really cares&lt;br /&gt;or if anyone cares at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;I think what hurts the most is that I tried so hard and it got me nowhere. I put my heart, my soul, my time, my everything into something that ended up not working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you. Well, no who you've become. I miss the boy I fell in love with, the one who taught me to love life and never care about what other people think. I miss the boy who had lost so much, but was always ready for what tomorrow brought. I miss the old you, but he seems to have gone and I guess that's why I did, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;See, when you're mad, you don't miss people. So if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all. That way, you don't feel sucky about them leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said, "What you don't know can't hurt you," was a complete and total moron, cause for most people I know, not knowing is the worst feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;She's banged up. Mentally and emotionally. Literally and metaphorically. But every day, she walks outside with a smile on her face, because that's who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;Part of me just wants to find the right words to hurt you, the same way you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;( One Tree Hill )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind, rewind. It happened again, right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No assurances suck. Disappointments suck. Expectations suck. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I have a BIG BIG feeling that a THIRD won't happen again. So yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll change. :D And I can do this. I know I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Music&lt;/b&gt;: More than Useless - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-6062439446313068925?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/6062439446313068925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-looks-like-rewind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6062439446313068925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6062439446313068925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-looks-like-rewind.html' title='This looks like a rewind'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-6446030545500202812</id><published>2009-02-10T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:04:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It Out</title><content type='html'>Woosh. Another update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I never meant to hurt you"&lt;br /&gt;she said, "That doesn't really matter,&lt;br /&gt;because in the end it still hurts the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fall that kills you,&lt;br /&gt;it's the sudden stop at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the luckiest persons&lt;br /&gt;in the world if you still get the&lt;br /&gt;second chance even though you are&lt;br /&gt;the one who has wasted the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;I wish my mom could have told&lt;br /&gt;me the same thing about guys&lt;br /&gt;that she did about bikes.&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner or later, you're gonna fall and get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;She ignores all the other guys who want&lt;br /&gt;her because she's too busy noticing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;You know he's something special&lt;br /&gt;when no matter what kind of mood you're in,&lt;br /&gt;he can always manage to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you're waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;not the one waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7 quotes onlyy. :)&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;I tried, really. Let's just see how things would work out.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day on Saturday. OKAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I have to do my schoolworks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: I'll Be - Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-6446030545500202812?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/6446030545500202812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/02/woosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6446030545500202812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6446030545500202812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/02/woosh.html' title='Work It Out'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-2035407208359949720</id><published>2009-02-03T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:00:34.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been through this, It happens everytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to admit this, but bad things will keep happening. Maybe that's because it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone's ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end. But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;All we want is something to take away the pain, something to make things better. Something to make us smile. We want someone to love, someone who will be there, and we want a hand to hold. Not only is that what we want, it's what we need. After a while, you get sick of being alone, and you get sick of the pain. That's when we need someone to love. WE need someone to walk into our life, and we need them to be there for us. They have to be there, and they have to give us good times, and make us smile. They might make us sad once in a while, but as long as they usually take the pain away, that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know the truth? I'm scared, ok? I'm terrified to get too close to you because I don't want to get my heart broken. I'm afraid that if we take this further, I'm just going to get hurt and to be honest, I don't think I could take that.. not from you and not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be able to understand how someone could be afraid to show someone that they care about them. The whole concept didn't make any sense to me. Now I understand it a little too well. When you care about someone, you give them the chance to hurt you. After the way you played with my head, I couldn't stand to get hurt again. I can't get too close. I'm afraid to care. I'm afraid to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I'm scared. I'm scared that soon enough, things will change; they'll go back to how they were before. That I will barely get to see you, and barely have a chance to talk to you at all. I'm scared of losing you. Yet, I'm terrified to keep you in my life, when I know you're not mine and probably never will be. I'm scared of getting too close, and to be honest I fear that I have already done that. I don't want to hurt. But I don't want anyone else to be hurt because of me. It's all a big mess and I don't know how to undo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're not even mine and I'm scared to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in this world is numb.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can feel pain. It's just&lt;br /&gt;that some are really good&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these heartbreak songs&lt;br /&gt;are making sense again&lt;br /&gt;and I really wish they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt; I believe what you say, even though I know I shouldn't. I know you're going to let me down, I've seen it all before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is back. It didn't turn out the way I expected. Not you, not again.&lt;br /&gt;It's ruined. I HAD plans. But I'm still double thinking if I'll continue with my plan or not. If I do.. I'll get hurt (because of the current situation), if I don't.. it's as if nothing happened. Soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F! Look what you've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'll be fine. I've been here before. :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to expect anything.  I don't want to think that everything will be back again to the way it was.. because, maybe, this time, there's zero chance already.. and I know I'm stupid for realizing that just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the What If's and Could Have Been's. There's nothing to wait for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smiler. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Everybody Knows - John Legend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-2035407208359949720?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/2035407208359949720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/02/weve-been-through-this-it-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2035407208359949720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/2035407208359949720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/02/weve-been-through-this-it-happens.html' title='We&apos;ve been through this, It happens everytime'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-3827073864284265414</id><published>2009-01-31T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:28:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're bringing out the side of me I didn't know</title><content type='html'>Here's the heavyheavyheavy update! :) And if I say it's heavy, it really is heavy! :) Aren't you guys, proud of me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start the copy-paste-ing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BITTER DAYS? :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.&lt;br /&gt;- Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;When times get too serious,&lt;br /&gt;you need those friends you can&lt;br /&gt;always be stupid with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think he'll find another quite like you."&lt;br /&gt;Her friends told her. And all she could do was smile&lt;br /&gt;while inside she thought,&lt;br /&gt;"That's because he can find better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;What we had might not have lasted long, and I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;it meant twice as much to me than you, but you're the&lt;br /&gt;most incredible boy I've come across. I'm thankful for all&lt;br /&gt;those moments we've had that I thought only happened&lt;br /&gt;in movies. Yeah. I miss you like hell, and they may think I'm&lt;br /&gt;over-reacting when I break down and cry, but until now&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt something so strong. I wish I could tell you how&lt;br /&gt;much you meant to me. When that jerk made me fall, you&lt;br /&gt;caught me.. and now I may be falling again; but this time,&lt;br /&gt;no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;Change is a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;We are never quite sure what we are becoming, or why.&lt;br /&gt;then one day we look at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and wonder who we are, and how we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hug me again.&lt;br /&gt;I really need your touch.&lt;br /&gt;The first time made my heart jump.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm almost positive the second time&lt;br /&gt;will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: But why? I need to know why.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: Because you kink your eyebrow when you're&lt;br /&gt;trying to be cute. Because you quote Camoo even&lt;br /&gt;though I've never actually seen you read. And because&lt;br /&gt;you miss your parents but you'll never, ever admit that.&lt;br /&gt;And because I've given exactly two of these embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;speeches in my life and they've both been with you. I mean,&lt;br /&gt;that's gotta mean something right? And because we're both&lt;br /&gt;gonna get pneumonia but if you need to hear why I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I could go on all night.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: You did pretty good&lt;br /&gt;(One Tree Hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing in life is waiting for somebody&lt;br /&gt;when you know you only have a 5% chance&lt;br /&gt;but you keep holding on because he's more&lt;br /&gt;then you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;All my friends think I'd make a cute couple with you..&lt;br /&gt;the problem is I think so to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;There must be something I'm doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Something about me that makes me not right.&lt;br /&gt;There has to be something that keeps you&lt;br /&gt;running back to her everytime we get close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;We break up; it's something that we do now.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got to do it sometime; It's okay&lt;br /&gt;let it go, get out there and find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;br /&gt;Every time she leaves you; you come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;And every time that happens, I take you back. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna be your Romeo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)&lt;br /&gt;What you don't know can't hurt&lt;br /&gt;you, it's what you suspect that&lt;br /&gt;fucks everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)&lt;br /&gt;Someone can mean&lt;br /&gt;so much to you that not even the&lt;br /&gt;truth can change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect. I'll annoy you, tick you&lt;br /&gt;off, say stupid things and then take them back&lt;br /&gt;but all that put aside, you'll never find a girl&lt;br /&gt;who cares more about you than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the worst possible feeling&lt;br /&gt;is wondering how things could have,&lt;br /&gt;would have and should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to just give in and take chances&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes there is no "something better"&lt;br /&gt;and we don't always have second chances. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;we only have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.)&lt;br /&gt;If he's dumb enough to walk away, be smart enough to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.)&lt;br /&gt;So here's to loving him while he's loving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.)&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking, "It's your loss, not mine." but it is also mine. I chose to lose you, the only boy who so far, holds the ability to make me smile faster than someone can snap their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.)&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone isn't about how long it has been since you've seen them or the amount of time since you've talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something and wishing they were right there with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the things you complain most about are the things you care most about. Unfortunately, you don't always know that before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;(Boy Meets World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.)&lt;br /&gt;You won't get anything unless you ask for it. Then if you ask for it and don't get it, maybe it wasn't worth having in the first place. Some things are just never meant to be.. no matter how much we wish they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.)&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice for another chance&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know if I would even take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.)&lt;br /&gt;I miss you the most in the morning when a day without you has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.)&lt;br /&gt;Unlike her, I was there for&lt;br /&gt;you through the tough times,&lt;br /&gt;when you actually needed a&lt;br /&gt;best friend. Maybe it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean anything to you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it never did. But it meant&lt;br /&gt;a lot to me, you meant a lot to&lt;br /&gt;me and you still do.&lt;br /&gt;(The O.C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.)&lt;br /&gt;In high school, there were days when you felt like nothing was worth getting out of bed for. But then, you remembered you were going to see him, your day was gonna have all these moments, moments that were full of possibility, when you were sure that something.. something was gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.)&lt;br /&gt;When people seem to push you away, that's when they need you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.)&lt;br /&gt;He knew he made a mistake.  You could see it in his face everytime she walked into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make you change your mind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.)&lt;br /&gt;Cory: It's a strange feeling feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: What? Knowing it's over?&lt;br /&gt;Cory: No, being the only person who knows it's not.&lt;br /&gt;(Boy Meets World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.)&lt;br /&gt;There’s always going to be those two people in your life that you'll never forget; your first love and the first to break your heart. I'll remember you as both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECOND CHANCE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Used to care? Used to share?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;It's just like me to overanalyze your every word. Thinking that maybe for a second, it meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm blasting my music so I won't hear my own thoughts, but it's stupid because the lyrics keep reminding me of what I'm trying to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;Just because I try not to talk about it does not mean I'm over it, that I feel better, or that I am ever going to be ok. I just don't want to be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your smile that makes me think that maybe you weren't ready to let me go either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;I asked how he was, and he said bad, and that everything sucked for him. But there was nothing I could do because he pushed me away. And I couldn't help but think, maybe things wouldn't have been so bad if you hadn't told me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;He gets her out of bed in the morning, drags her to school, pulls her through her classes and brightens her day- and yet, he doesn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;Everything is easier when you say it in your head,&lt;br /&gt;but when you have to say it out loud,&lt;br /&gt;it's 100 times harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the bad took away the good? Naaaah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh, some guy that doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well, then, he's missing out.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Haha, well, who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Some girl who likes some guy who's totally missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get tongue tied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just don't make&lt;br /&gt;sense and all of a sudden I get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;She's not just your everyday girl&lt;br /&gt;but you couldn't seem to realize&lt;br /&gt;that until she was walking out your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey I've been watching you, every little thing you do!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;It’s the greatest feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;to find out he couldn’t let you go either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just want to put other people's happiness before yours: because you love them, because they deserve it. Sometimes you want to go out of your way  for people just because  you know it's important that they get a chance to smile once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about you, maybe it's the way nothing else matters when we're talking or how you make me smile more than anyone else ever has. It could be the way that you say the exact right thing, at exactly the right time, but whatever it is, I just want you to know that it  means everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ten feet off the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)&lt;br /&gt;She smiles like everyone expects her to.&lt;br /&gt;She's living up to the expectation of&lt;br /&gt;never letting anything get to her.&lt;br /&gt;But something's wrong with that smile today. Congratulations, kid.&lt;br /&gt;You got to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is stopping you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.)&lt;br /&gt;Every time you hurt me I always say I'm done with you,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm going to move on and stop talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;And every time you say you're sorry I always forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a cycle that keeps repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)&lt;br /&gt;No one can promise they’ll never hurt you, because at one time or another they will. The real promise is if the time you spent together will be worth the pain in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She smiles at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, you don't want to fall for me. You don't even wanna be with me. I’d make a terrible girlfriend. I'm horrible at keeping in touch with people; I'd forget to call. I change my mind way too much and I love going out with friends; I can't settle. I've fallen in love and had my heart broken, more than once by the same boy. I lost the pieces so don't bother trying to put them back together, I'd never cheat on you but I'd make you worry. You don't want to fall for me, but I'm falling for you. And if it's ok with you, I want to change all those things about me, just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.)&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to let go, move on, be happy but there’s always this little shred of “Well maybe he’ll want me tomorrow.” You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.)&lt;br /&gt;We are all guilty of saving&lt;br /&gt;old messages from someone who&lt;br /&gt;became really special in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Going to familiar places giving us&lt;br /&gt;that small twinge in our hearts and&lt;br /&gt;smiles on our faces. It's simply&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet because every time&lt;br /&gt;that person crosses our minds&lt;br /&gt;we remember the instances&lt;br /&gt;when we were complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.)&lt;br /&gt;The thing about you is you're fun, you make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and you make me feel more alive. Ok, you make me a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, but there are these moments in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;crystal-clear images of you and me and how we fit together,&lt;br /&gt;and it all makes such perfect sense,&lt;br /&gt;and I know what I want; I want time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whatever, he's just another guy.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: But you like him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what's your point?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So he can't be just another guy to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, that's an update! Don't mind the italicized lines or anything. (Personal benefit, you hear me?)  :D A lot had happened since my last "proper" post. :) I've been saving these quotes since December 20 something, 2008 so I can tell you that these quotes pretty much relate to what happened to me. :) Okaaay, I'll really try to update more often! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel THAT good. :/ Bleh, just smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Northern Downpour - Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-3827073864284265414?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/3827073864284265414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-bringing-out-side-of-me-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/3827073864284265414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/3827073864284265414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-bringing-out-side-of-me-i-didnt.html' title='You&apos;re bringing out the side of me I didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-1482099766545978861</id><published>2009-01-10T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:27:36.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move It!</title><content type='html'>I promise to make/take a NEW layout and flood with updates this somewhat, ignored blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-1482099766545978861?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/1482099766545978861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1482099766545978861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1482099766545978861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-it.html' title='Move It!'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-8593739687404358287</id><published>2008-12-25T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:46:33.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas icons for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/refuted"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNMHlT2qjI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_L37cr4_Vc/s320/b172480862.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNMHetHMuI/AAAAAAAAABM/w0JeN9S_gwI/s320/b167969538.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNMGwejKyI/AAAAAAAAABE/c4iY7h-6vTQ/s320/b17004510.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNMGxFyuSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yjq5N9C3srY/s320/b15705475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNMG2g9gZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J1M9gMSDWVs/s320/xm15.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNN1yh1IqI/AAAAAAAAABc/IczgQClvra8/s320/b174042432.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I tried making a layout again awhile ago after months of rest but I didn't liked the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a screen shot! Click for a better view. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNPqxL8y7I/AAAAAAAAABk/yCNGRom8II4/s1600-h/musicsc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNPqxL8y7I/AAAAAAAAABk/yCNGRom8II4/s320/musicsc.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283654384012282802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to post it on my Blogskins account, all you have to do is tag, tag, and yeah, TAG! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Music:&lt;/b&gt; Bigtime - Soundtrack of our Lives&lt;br /&gt;Heavier update maybe tomorrow? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okaaay, so maybe I'll post that on my Blogskins account. Haha. Sorry. I have an indecisive mind. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-8593739687404358287?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/8593739687404358287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/8593739687404358287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/8593739687404358287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year :)'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVNMHlT2qjI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_L37cr4_Vc/s72-c/b172480862.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-1309040947095265581</id><published>2008-12-23T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:33:44.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows I've Tried</title><content type='html'>Quotes and Icons, baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't lost your smile at all,&lt;br /&gt;it's right under your nose.&lt;br /&gt;you just forgot it was there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;She's scared because she's finally realizing&lt;br /&gt;just how much he really means to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running away, I'm not walking away either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just simply standing still while everyone walks by,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to see if someone will notice me or leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;There's always that one person.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it's been,&lt;br /&gt;or how badly they've treated you,&lt;br /&gt;if they say I love you..&lt;br /&gt;you will say it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't need anyone else&lt;br /&gt;but myself. But everything just seems&lt;br /&gt;so much better when he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is worth crying over,&lt;br /&gt;and the one guy who is won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;You will never know how much you're losing until you can see that they've replaced you with someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;There's a little truth behind every just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;A little curiosity behind every just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;A little knowledge beholds every I don't know. And a little emotion behind every I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we always seem to be searching for what we want, and we end up never realizing what we actually have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants is a boy who will call her at 4 am&lt;br /&gt;because he couldn't sleep, hold her hand for no reason&lt;br /&gt;at all, wrap his arms around her and hold her tight,&lt;br /&gt;treat her like she the most important thing in the&lt;br /&gt;world, but mostly she just wants to know someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the feelings we start to&lt;br /&gt;have again are the same&lt;br /&gt;feelings that never really went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;br /&gt;That's the only reason people get&lt;br /&gt;angry; because they're hurt. People only&lt;br /&gt;get angry to cover up the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)&lt;br /&gt;I love his cute little comments,&lt;br /&gt;the way he makes me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;the way he's always there&lt;br /&gt;and the way he knows&lt;br /&gt;how to get my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)&lt;br /&gt;Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;We flirt with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We have so much fun with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh with each other and&lt;br /&gt;we even try to be with each other.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe we secretly love each other.&lt;br /&gt;But how come when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;and wonder if you’re thinking of me,&lt;br /&gt;it feels like you aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. I've done all that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to chase you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want me in your life,&lt;br /&gt;you'll find a way to put me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)&lt;br /&gt;She just smiles because she knows the world will&lt;br /&gt;never really understand her.. but she doesn't mind,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter. She's happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no I am not ok.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be told I am worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.)&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm mad at you. It's just that I wished and hoped&lt;br /&gt;so hard that you could be the one thing I could truly count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Icons! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVCSEf52k8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FsxVItntQ1g/s320/th_z60485144.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVCSEDVU9SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EmBc0CxNOZU/s320/q161210166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVCSDiLuF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QVDqxm03caE/s320/1mdpl_conspiracyicons23.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now. :) Betterbetterbetter. :D&lt;br /&gt;Just need some changes. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go and continue watching My Sassy Girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;Be back tom? :)&lt;br /&gt;2 days before Christmaaas! :D&lt;br /&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/575904333281245938-1309040947095265581?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/1309040947095265581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/heaven-knows-ive-tried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1309040947095265581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/1309040947095265581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/heaven-knows-ive-tried.html' title='Heaven Knows I&apos;ve Tried'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/SVCSEf52k8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/FsxVItntQ1g/s72-c/th_z60485144.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-8511859533960255169</id><published>2008-12-22T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:40:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to make sense out of all of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;And it feels exactly how it feels when you find that really good song, that song that just pulls you in the second it begins to play. And that one really good song, never seems to get old, and you just want it to last forever each time you hear it. It's the song that lifts your spirits and brings you up and just makes you feel all these emotions at once. That's exactly the same feeling you get when you begin falling for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts are breaking;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't breathing&lt;br /&gt;and he isn't keeping&lt;br /&gt;all the promises he made.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a dream&lt;br /&gt;when the world was make-believe,&lt;br /&gt;and everything felt so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;She was struck by the simple truth that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary,&lt;br /&gt;simply by doing them with the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;You put on a good show.. but I'd be willing to bet that&lt;br /&gt;you're suffering more than you let anyone see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;She's one of those girls who doesn't quite know what she's doing, but she just wants to know everything will be worth it one day. She isn't amazing at one thing, she's just good at a lot of things and that's all she'll ever be. She wishes she could be different, but she still lives her life to the fullest anyway. All she truly needs is love to keep her sane. She looks at her world like it's all a book, with pages being read every day. She's her own worst enemy and hardest critic. She knows she has flaws and tries to accept them, even though she knows she never fully will. But more than anything, she just wants to make a difference one day and she wants someone to remember her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what cynics say,&lt;br /&gt;distance is not for the fearful.&lt;br /&gt;It's for the bold.&lt;br /&gt;It's for those willing to spend&lt;br /&gt;a lot of time alone, in exchange for&lt;br /&gt;a little time with the one they love.&lt;br /&gt;It's for those who know a good thing&lt;br /&gt;when they see it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they don't see it nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why he saw me&lt;br /&gt;when a thousand&lt;br /&gt;other girls saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;I think we all just wish we had more time&lt;br /&gt;but we don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those moments,&lt;br /&gt;where everything is so perfect and so wonderful that you feel kind of sad,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing can be this good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;I want that monologue. I want you to speed down I-95 and catch me in the pouring rain. I want you to stop me, spin me around, and say everything that you've been holding back. I want you to say you've picked up on the little things. The way I look at the floor when I'm embarrassed or talk loud to get your attention. The way I try to be that girl for you. I want you to notice and I want to hear about how much you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;Never try to forget something, no matter how much you want to.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why your mind won't let it go, even if your heart has.&lt;br /&gt;Your memories always serve a purpose, whether you know it or not  and you can't fight that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;nobody really ever knows how much&lt;br /&gt;anybody else is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;We could be standing next to somebody,&lt;br /&gt;who is completely broken..&lt;br /&gt;and we wouldn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)&lt;br /&gt;I’m the kind of girl who laughs at jokes when they aren’t funny,&lt;br /&gt;who will do anything to make her friends smile,&lt;br /&gt;who wants to be with you more then anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop trying to figure out precisely how we feel, stop deciding with our mind what we want our&lt;br /&gt;heart to feel, and sometimes we just have to go with&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever happens, happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll know a guy really loves you&lt;br /&gt;when you’re standing in the rain crying&lt;br /&gt;and he can still go up to you&lt;br /&gt;and notice which drops are tears&lt;br /&gt;and which drops are rain..&lt;br /&gt;and still be able to wipe the right ones off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't bitter, she was sad though.&lt;br /&gt;But it was the hopeful kind of sad,&lt;br /&gt;the kind of sad that just takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.)&lt;br /&gt;She's tough, she tries to hide it. She's difficult, but if you make the effort, shes worth it.&lt;br /&gt;(Grey's Anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update everyday, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing better.. I suppose. I just have to place my butt on this computer chair for the longest time so I don't get the temptation to check my phone. :) Yes, I'm still hoping.. but I know that there's a zilch chance for that 'hope' to come true so whateverr.  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just checked my phone. Told you, NOTHING. Ok, I'm fine. Just have to get used to it. Just have to get used to my life before THAT happened. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Music:&lt;/b&gt; Over Thinking - Relient K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575904333281245938-8511859533960255169?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/8511859533960255169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-trying-to-make-sense-out-of-all-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/8511859533960255169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/8511859533960255169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-trying-to-make-sense-out-of-all-of.html' title='I&apos;m trying to make sense out of all of this'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-6661442520559756043</id><published>2008-12-21T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:02:41.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I need my life to change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish I could tell you, but I can't. I'm not sure if you would ever understand because I don't understand half of it. I want to be with you so bad, but I'm so afraid of getting hurt and because of that, I end up getting hurt more. I can sit here and say that I don't care about you and that I'm not going to let you hurt me, and just by saying that I know that you can and have. It’s not your fault, it never is. It’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The pssibility is always there.&lt;br /&gt;-Monica Baldwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;She used to think she was the only girl out there who hasn't found the one. Then she realized that's impossible, because people are never satisfied and they're always looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes letting go of a crush so hard? The fear that the minute you let go... they'll catch on.&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;The worst feeling isn't being&lt;br /&gt;lonely, but being forgotten&lt;br /&gt;by someone you could never&lt;br /&gt;forget. To look back and see&lt;br /&gt;how things used to be,&lt;br /&gt;knowing it'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;and realizing it doesnt matter to&lt;br /&gt;him at all because he doesnt miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how we always end up where we're meant to be.  How the most ironic situations eventually teach you something you'd never dreamed you were going to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be going right&lt;br /&gt;we've known each other for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought we'd end up together by now.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wished they were wrong, as if I was in love with our&lt;br /&gt;friendship, but the other part of me hoped they were right, as if&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with you. Now I guess we'll never find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;Ever have that one person in your life that you just can’t give up on, the one person who can screw you over time after time, yet you always seem to give them another chance? And no matter how many times you say this is their last one, you know it’s a lie because there’s always just one more waiting for them. The one person you know you’re better off without, but yet, you can’t find a way to let them go because deep down inside, you wouldn’t know what to do without them. The one person that you know doesn’t deserve you, but yet, you choose to overlook it because you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effed-up day. Pfft. Hahahaha. Let's just laugh, ok? =))&lt;br /&gt;*Left me teary-eyed. Hahahahahaha. So not me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know you don't get me. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/575904333281245938-6661442520559756043?l=thestaringgame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/feeds/6661442520559756043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-guess-i-need-my-life-to-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6661442520559756043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575904333281245938/posts/default/6661442520559756043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaringgame.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-guess-i-need-my-life-to-change.html' title='I guess I need my life to change.'/><author><name>munchpotatoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988979428980103893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='5' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0ohZ_TWe2U/TAyXWE1xL0I/AAAAAAAAACU/qKeKwMNhoJQ/S220/munchlogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575904333281245938.post-1142001993672210761</id><published>2008-12-20T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:49:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, you got it baaaad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Round One :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day you're going to want that girl. That girl that knew she wasn't perfect, but tried to be perfect for you. The girl that believed the scraps of you she was given were worth it, because something was better than nothing. That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths, that girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, even though sometimes you probably deserve it. That girl who saw past your pretty eyes and treasured parts of you that no one else has ever appreciated. The girl who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of you in hers forever, the girl that sees this and still loves you. The girl that should have you, but doesn't even though she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m young, but still.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel that feeling&lt;br /&gt;the one everybody talks about.&lt;br /&gt;at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;"You're letting her think she has a chance.&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing worse in the world&lt;br /&gt;than thinking you have a chance&lt;br /&gt;when you really don't."&lt;br /&gt;-Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;the way I laugh and with my smile.&lt;br /&gt;Iwant someone to listen to the ramblings of my inner child.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who touches my face and brushes the hair from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who loves me or atleast holds me like they do.&lt;br /&gt;But I only want that..&lt;br /&gt;if it's with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)&lt;br /&gt;She's just a little upset, but she won't vent to anyone. Her problems aren't important, and no one's listening anyway. She's crying inside, but hey! She's beautiful, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)&lt;br /&gt;He said something that made her genuinely laugh. He smiled and said, "I knew I could still do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)&lt;br /&gt;Just once, I want to be hard to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone staying up all night&lt;br /&gt;thinking only of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)&lt;br /&gt;Just think there's someone out there,&lt;br /&gt;dying to get you to notice them.&lt;br /&gt;Just think someone is staying up staring&lt;br /&gt;at their ceiling thinking only of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)&lt;br /&gt;Every day I fight back the urge&lt;br /&gt;to text you, or call you; telling myself that&lt;br /&gt;if you wanted to talk to me, you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)&lt;br /&gt;She tries so hard to impress him&lt;br /&gt;and look good, even when he thinks&lt;br /&gt;she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me when i say something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'ts like you're about to get mad..&lt;br /&gt;but then all of a sudden you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.)&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird and  confusing that when I say I don't know what to do, I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're making me laugh out loud, like no other guy can, and the next I just&lt;br /&gt;want to get up and leave cause you piss me off so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laladeela. 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