<?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-9394627</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:35:31.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frizzon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-113029982609240175</id><published>2005-10-26T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:10:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't like Bush because from what I hear, he is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't like Bush with my own reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am for Bush.&lt;br /&gt;[] I really don't care either way.&lt;br /&gt;[] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney Movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a sucker for smiles.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't kill bugs. ( die u disgusting creepy crawlies! DIE! )&lt;br /&gt;[] I curse randomly.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for that cell phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a sports fanatic&lt;br /&gt;[] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out an AIM word [lol, brb, etc.] in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Spam.[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would wear pajamas to school. ( Pajayma Day '05)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[] I would kiss someone of the same gender&lt;br /&gt;[] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I loved Go Ask Alice.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[] bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to any other countries besides the united states&lt;br /&gt;[] I Had a serious Surgery&lt;br /&gt;[] Gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;[] Kissed a Stranger (how stranger is stranger?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[] Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;[] Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;[] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[] Swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts (Please tell me where on a guy it wouldnt hurt if he was kicked?)[] Been close to love&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;[] Been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;[]Been bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;[] Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;[] Flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;[] Done the splits&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;[] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[] Crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;[] Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;[] Been fired&lt;br /&gt;[] Ever had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;[] Stole something from your job&lt;br /&gt;[] Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;[] Had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;[] Been married (one x for each time)&lt;br /&gt;[] Gotten divorced (ditto)&lt;br /&gt;[] Had children&lt;br /&gt;[] Saw someone dying&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;[x] Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;[x] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;[] Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;[] Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[] Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to a grand prix&lt;br /&gt;[] Lost a child&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to college (well, in it now)&lt;br /&gt;[] Graduated college&lt;br /&gt;[] Done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Taken painkillers (…who hasn’t?)&lt;br /&gt;[] Had someone cheat on you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;[] Eaten a stick of butter (ew..)&lt;br /&gt;[] Danced with someone in a wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;[] Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thrown a drink on someone&lt;br /&gt;[] Swore out a cop&lt;br /&gt;[] Robbed a gas station&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Asia&lt;br /&gt;[] Mutilated a Barbie doll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-113029982609240175?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/113029982609240175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=113029982609240175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/113029982609240175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/113029982609240175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/10/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-112909573756980107</id><published>2005-10-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:42:17.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wow, its been a long time since i last updated. 5 weeks into uni and i just had my first midterm: math, which i thought was alright, but a lot of ppl seems to think it was really bad. that got me worrying, cuz knowing me, i prob made loads of stupid mistakes on it. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ever been *really* attracted to someone you don't wanna date? it sucks, i tell you. everytime he tells me he "slept over" at her place, i get jealous. which i know is ridiculous because i have no claim over him, nor do i want to. sigh, sometimes, honestly, i dont even know why i am attracted to him in the first place... so why so i get jealous? urgh, who the hell knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;on a brighter note: i am on the circle k committee! hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;on an even brighter note: i am going to chicago for the weekend! :D so excited hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-112909573756980107?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112909573756980107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=112909573756980107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112909573756980107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112909573756980107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-update_12.html' title='finally, an update...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-112909529878489518</id><published>2005-10-12T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:34:58.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wow, its been a long time. 5 weeks into uni, and i just had my first midterm: math. which i thought was alright, but some ppl thought it was reallllly bad, which got me worried, cuz knowing me, i probably made a million stupid mistakes on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ever been *really* attracted to someone you don't wanna date? it sucks, i tell you. everytime he tells me he "slept" over at her place, i get jealous. i know its insane; i have no claim over him, nor do i want to. i know that i dont wanna date him, and i've turned down chances with him, so... why am i jealous? urgh, who the hell knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;on a brighter note: i got a position on the circle k committee!! hehehe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;on an even brighter note! i am going to chicago this weekend!!! hehe i am sooo sxcited :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-112909529878489518?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112909529878489518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=112909529878489518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112909529878489518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112909529878489518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an update...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-112410487970004015</id><published>2005-08-15T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:23:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Since I am leaving soon, I just wanna say a big "THANK YOU" to everyone here who has made my days here absolutely unforgettable. YLing, LiZhen- you guys are the best friends anyone could ask for, thank you for everything; thank you for being there when I needed you guys, no matter whether it's laughing, singing, dancing, shopping, gossiping, crying and even... alas, our infamous stalking. Also thanks to Yvonne, Neetika, Lalit, Vish, Adrian, Jackie, Lisa, Jun, Steph, Josephine, Michelle, Armaan, Abhi, Maxi, Arthur, Julian: These past two years would not be the same without you guys. :D Good luck ppl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-112410487970004015?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112410487970004015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=112410487970004015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112410487970004015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112410487970004015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-112339198829405208</id><published>2005-08-07T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:37:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTV et cetera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The past week has been been so much fun: ktv, dinner at the esplanade, zouk mambo night, no sign board seafood, the island, my strange lil visit to mustafa and then theres the bbq tonight. Ktv was great; we sang so many stupid songs, looked completely retarded doing the actions but it was absolutely hilarious. I dont think I'll ever forget those gay yodeling kids *kekeke* i think steph actually took a video of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/ktvpics2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/ktvpics3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/neoprintspic.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/neoprintspic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/neoprintspic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On another note, there's obviously something wrong with me, its the third time i've dreamt abt him in a week. Arrrrghhhh, sigh, what's wrong with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-112339198829405208?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112339198829405208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=112339198829405208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112339198829405208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112339198829405208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/08/ktv-et-cetera.html' title='KTV et cetera'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-112272497375347443</id><published>2005-07-30T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:34:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey! I am back! I had sooo much fun in europe, and no, not the dirty kind. Although kevin did email me abt some erotica party at TST or wanchai -__- how typical hehe. Okie pics-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Budapest, Hungary-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="350" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0050.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Paliament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0150.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0013.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slovakia- it looks nice here, but when you look down from the hill at the city, its actually pretty scary... everything is standardised, industrial, communist-like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0014.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0057.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wien, at night-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0074.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0021.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Czech Rep- pictures are decieving, it looks way nicer in the photo here than in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0114.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a thermal spring area, but looks more like disneyland, cept everyone there is old not young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0026.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0030.jpg" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;doesnt it look like the park from notting hill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/PICT0042.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/5805082f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prague-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/a40c1118.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The "Sex Machine Museum"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/c5bcfc81.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/890557ab.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe scary, cant even tell whether its a he or she...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/f6f28618.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Berlin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/009a6ce7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/7b5596ff.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Freaky looking woman from the korean tv network. &lt;em&gt;What is UP with that thing on her head??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/53abc4e4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/90b2baac.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;St. Petersburg- surprisingly, russia turned out to be the most expensive of all the countries we went to. we actually paid 8 euros for a 500ml bottle of water...&lt;em&gt;dude..&lt;/em&gt;thats S$16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/31ee316d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/23a901e8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moscow- UV-deprvied ppl suntanning against the castle wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/c7d53e88.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now thats just..wrong. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/76e82a32.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-112272497375347443?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/112272497375347443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=112272497375347443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112272497375347443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/112272497375347443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/07/europe.html' title='Europe'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-111996471926146662</id><published>2005-06-28T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:53:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored? Here's something to keep you occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/crimson/crimson_e.php"&gt;http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/crimson/crimson_e.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-111996471926146662?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111996471926146662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=111996471926146662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111996471926146662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111996471926146662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/bored.html' title='Bored?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-111830927333386014</id><published>2005-06-09T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T17:27:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Washingtonienne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hm I didn't know the whole 'Washingtonienne' thing was for real... hehe have to get the book. Looks interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyanncollins.com/jessica_cutler_blog.htm"&gt;http://kellyanncollins.com/jessica_cutler_blog.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-111830927333386014?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111830927333386014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=111830927333386014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111830927333386014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111830927333386014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/washingtonienne.html' title='The Washingtonienne'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-111823299163082109</id><published>2005-06-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:21:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rollin' Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey! yLing!!! They were taken when he still had long hair tho hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="494" src="http://www.igors.com/img/gallery/RollingBonesV.jpg" width="654" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="487" src="http://www.igors.com/img/gallery/RollingBonesIV.jpg" width="614" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="448" src="http://www.igors.com/img/gallery/cavernbones.jpg" width="633" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...if only they had voice recordings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-111823299163082109?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111823299163082109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=111823299163082109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111823299163082109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111823299163082109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/rollin-bones.html' title='The Rollin&apos; Bones'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-111796949818553028</id><published>2005-06-05T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:20:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm back!!! HK was loadsa fun, brought tons of random shit and friday night clubbing was amazing :D The music was good (R&amp;amp;B) thank god they didn't play house. The ppl were all good looking (seriously, do they have an unwritten/unspoken law that ugly ppl shouldnt go clubbing or something? yLing and I were just like "&lt;em&gt;DUDE... I feel socially AND physically inept.&lt;/em&gt;") and almost everyone were fantastic dancers. Oh yeah, ppl there are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; into salsa. *wink wink* adrian. And would you believe it, guys in hk are so much more gentlemanly. Even if you stop dancing with them, they still say "Thanks for the dance". Here, its all abt 'grabbing-n-grinding'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway dinner now, details later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-111796949818553028?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111796949818553028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=111796949818553028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111796949818553028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111796949818553028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/06/hk.html' title='HK'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-111252822815584350</id><published>2005-04-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:55:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, I didn't get in exactly where I wanted, and you know what people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's the plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am going to join the abbey. But then, I am totally gonna be hired by Christopher Plummer to teach his 7 brats the ABCs. And one fine summer day, we'll bump into each other in the hall of his villa. I'll be in my teacherly apron, covered in chalk dust and weary of the young ones. And he will be strapping, marching around in his fine suit and high brow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He looks down at me and ask "So, how are the children getting along?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I smile complacently, brushing the dust off of my arpon. "They are lovely, darlings- really."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You know," He'll say, lowering his voice seductively. A shiver runs up my spine, but I continue gazing into his peat bog eyes, compeltely mesmerized. "I could teach you a thing or two."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I am more than willing to learn." I'll reply, my tone just as playful, with the same underlying tension. Sexual tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes, I do believe sisterhood is my vocation. My whole life is just waiting for me to walk out the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-111252822815584350?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111252822815584350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=111252822815584350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111252822815584350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111252822815584350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/04/sisterhood.html' title='Sisterhood'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-111089662229966887</id><published>2005-03-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:25:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHY IS IT THAT...&lt;br /&gt;*the nice guys are ugly?&lt;br /&gt;**the handsome guys are not nice?&lt;br /&gt;***the handsome and nice guys are gay?&lt;br /&gt;****the handsome, nice, heterosexual guys are married?&lt;br /&gt;*****the guys who are not so handsome but nice have no money?&lt;br /&gt;******the guys who are not so handsome but nice think we're only after their money?&lt;br /&gt;*****the handsome guys without money are after our money?&lt;br /&gt;****the handsome guys who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual don't think we're beautiful enough?&lt;br /&gt;***the guys who think we're beautiful, that are nice, heterosexual and somewhat have money are cowards?&lt;br /&gt;**the guys who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice, have some money, and are THANK GOD heterosexual are SHY and NEVER make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;*the guys who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-111089662229966887?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/111089662229966887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=111089662229966887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111089662229966887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/111089662229966887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/03/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110949096186192196</id><published>2005-02-27T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:24:03.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm... haven't posted in a while. K.. here are the long over-due photos from jackie's b'day thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="411" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/DSCF0151.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Us at the sheraton before dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="478" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/DSCF0164.jpg" width="639" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="372" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/frizzon/DSCF0167.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Newton (4 am or so...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, soooo jun, yling and i went to see Howl's Moving Castle on friday. It was such a funny movie!! or cartoon, or whatever. It's interesting how he always sets his movies in some victorian/ european town, I think he's only done like 2 or 3 which is set in japan, maybe the whole european town thing makes it more romantic...Heehee i love that guy 'Heem' and the old lady as well actually "getting more cunning with age" *chuckles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 467px" height="372" src="http://www.howl-movie.com/images/poster.jpg" width="408" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then after the movie, i ended up going to clark quay...urrghhhhh guess who i saw? ...WEBSTER!!! and maybe carter, i couldnt tell...didn't want to either. Hmph...monday period 2 business should be ...traumatizing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last night's OC episode tho was one of the best in a REALLLYYYY long time. *HUGE GRIN* i mean the whole sandy/ rebecca thing is finally over, and seth and summer are back together!! hahaha thats sooo cool, i mean they are completely made for each other. I kinda felt sad for ryan and zach tho, zach looked like he was slapped. but of course all this lindsay-related sadness fades into the background as seth attempts to climb onto the roof (with a spiderman mask) to fix his satellite, then ends up slipping and dangles upside down, awaiting summer's rescue. kekeke. man, that was sooo cheesy, but totally sweet. I really don't think ryan and marissa are gonna get back together though... plus i think alex is good for her, in the sense that alex is just so much more 'real' and down-to-earth. too bad they are gonna get rid of her as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110949096186192196?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110949096186192196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110949096186192196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110949096186192196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110949096186192196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110856475685847185</id><published>2005-02-16T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:41:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feisty Koreans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is it with Korean guys and feisty girls?? I swear, its a cultural thing (which i reallly don't get...) But seriously, i mean look at all those korean dramas with scary, violent, feisty girls... they are everywhere!! haha i guess its just one of those societies where man dominates outside the house, and women dominates inside. I can just soooo imagine those korean tai-tais running after her husband with a slipper in her hand. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110856475685847185?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110856475685847185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110856475685847185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110856475685847185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110856475685847185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/02/feisty-koreans.html' title='Feisty Koreans'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110761755539379135</id><published>2005-02-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:40:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you do when you are sick, at home, with a fever, a headache, and a cough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch Desperate Housewives, that's what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's what I did for like the ENTIRE day anyway haha. Plus, Desperate Housewives is sooo interesting, if you aren't already watching it, you should. Anyway, me off to pop more pills (panadol specifically... i know, how exciting.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110761755539379135?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110761755539379135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110761755539379135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110761755539379135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110761755539379135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/02/desperate-housewives.html' title='Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110726785059906142</id><published>2005-02-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:24:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The whole closure thing from last week's assembly is really... well, its kinda bothering me. But its probably better to think of a way to deal with it now than evade the whole thing till just before graduation, then freak out and not do anything about it. Cuz knowing me, i'll DEFINITELY be like... "sigh wish I had something about it back then." And i *really* don't wanna be in that situation, since it will be highly unlikely that I'll see him again after grad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hm, what are you suppose to do if...when u guys talk, the conversations go on for hours, but then, once it stops, you guys can go 2 or 3 weeks with no communication whatsoever. And i am just like, "is that suppose to be a hint...?" Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110726785059906142?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110726785059906142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110726785059906142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110726785059906142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110726785059906142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/02/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110706631529053612</id><published>2005-01-30T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:18:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverts and incompetent taxi drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;friday night was ultra fun, but since i cant be bothered to recount everything that happened, i'll just paste yling's thing here and add comments. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hmm lets see jackie rented like 3 rooms in the sheraton &lt;a title="Click for more information about hotel" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771hotelsAA1VDw"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(of course, jackie got the bed with the poles, not sure WHY they have poles but whatever, wink wink*)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and we went there after school (i got to click the door button of the rolls!) then we went to paragon to pick up some food and jess, les and i had mrs fields- *mmm*.. we walked around for a while looking for reine but she had disappeared to "mount edna" (according to lesuen) so we just went back to the hotel first to take our showers. by the time we were done and got to angus steak house it was 7 30pm. i had medium 150g tenderloin steak *oooh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(delicious!! haha i was sooo full afterwards but 45 minutes later both li zhen and reine wanted more food)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;haha totemo oishii desu! after that we went back to the hotel to change into our other clothes. whilst doing this we ended up arguing over tampons and pads but whatever... tampons rock.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(*nods* AGREED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i borrowed reine's ax ultra clingy and tight clothes (thanks reine&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(lol yling had on this super tight dress and my red heels and was like "i look like a slut" but it looked REALLY good on her anyway. and li zhen had to wear yling's super short mini to which reine asked "you actually wear that... in public?" haha but it was the smallest skirt we had, we were kinda worried it might not fit zhen, but it did...well almost. it was like 3 inches too big)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nd we were off in a cab to the asian civilization museum. except there were two such museums (cant they call them diff names?) and the cab driver was soooo blur &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(soooo incompetent)&lt;/span&gt; and inexperienced li zhen ended up telling him to turn the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(he basically handed the street directory to li zhen).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;anyway we still ended up at the wrong place -__- so we went to chijmes. except when we were actually at chijmes we figured that it was way too old for us and were half afraid to see the entire econs and biz department drinking and clinking glasses away down below us in the pub. so we hurriedly took a pic with the church and ran off on the road in high heels. *ouch ouch* it was 11 45 by then so all the taxis were being lame and waited for the 12am surcharge (those bitches- 3inch heels hurt like crap) we finally managed to call for a cab at raffles shopping centre and were on our way to ms. lisa's cab was in front of us so we just followed them ... and followed.. and followed... and then we realized that they were going off ms. we then decided to call them to see why they were changing plans. and... THEN we realized that they werent in the cab anymore. *shakes head* haha what a waste of $. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Got off in front of Madame Wong's and were queing but we realized that it was 20 for girls. so we headed to cheeky monkey's and went in. we had sprite/vodka, baileys, white russians and lychee martinis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(omg the lychee martinis were soooooo good, cept it was like $15 bucks each, and lisa was like "you r fucking kidding me...") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yum. the music was pretty okay- some up to date stuff. we managed to work up a semi-relaxed state and started dancing on the dance floor. when suddenly this african dude grabs me from behind and starts grinding against me from the back. he had a hard on. like aggressive or what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(that dude was creepy, i think he was playing "how-many-girls-can-i-grab-in-10-minutes" or something cuz his friend looked like he was keeping time. and yling kept dancing with him even tho she has this weird look on her face so i was like ..."uh honey, just push him away if u dont wanna grind with him" and she moved away haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; i kind of dodged him and he went for le suen. poor girl. after that i came back and i was just like argh take a hint?! and held hands with jess and lisa to fend him off into the circle. sheeesh. after that it was all good except reine started dancing with this 40 something- malay-driver looking- tummy man and he followed her and les everywhere after that. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(followed?? hahah more like stalked, seriously, for at least an hour)&lt;/span&gt; haha it was a wild chase esp after he bought reine a free drink and kept trying to dance with them and they went to this group of chinese 20 somethings who claimed that "chinese should help chinese"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(LOL who says that? ooohh but some of the chinese guys were pretty ok looking hehe.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;so they formed a protective circle around them and then they went on stage to avoid the 40 something man. but he waited... and waited...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; and waited&lt;/span&gt;...in the shadows...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;watching...&lt;/span&gt;okay sorry i'm getting morbid) haha anyway he didnt actually wait he tried to come unto me twice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;not to mention me and kinda...lisa as well, needless to say, we all pushed him away, as far away as our hands will extend anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nd i was like get away?... its like do i look stupid? he went away after a while (thank god) and then we all went to 7 eleven to get water. we had danced for over hours straight. outside there were some police ppl with dogs and huge ass rifles- pretty scary. soon after reine and les joined us xept reine had a bit too much to drink and was laughing and being gay with les all over the place hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(hahaha didnt the 2 of them actually pretended to be gay at some point to drive this weird italian or french guy away?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and they were bitching about the 40 sth man quite loudly when someone called "reine!" and we all turned to see the 40 sth man with the windows down in a cab. we were all like oh shit. but he just said "see you tomorrow" or some shit like that. what a loser. haha went back into the club and did more dancing but by then it was 2 +++ and guys were getting desperate for a one night stand so they came more frequently. dumps. haha jackie had some fun with this hat dude who she thinks is gay but whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(hehe denial or what? none of us actually believe he's gay, if he was he would NOT have been grinding with jackie on the dance floor with a hard-on)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and this tall lanky dude tried to dance with me but i just ignored him and he ended up dancing with les. jess at this moment was cornered off by 2 dudes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(argh one of them was really weird, he just stretched his arms out like he was gonna trap me or something, i was like...urgh go away, but then he came back again. whatever. but according to reine he has really nice chest muscles. i was all "really??" haha i had no idea, didnt wanna touch him)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;tsk tsk. Oooh and this weird dreadlock dude and his friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(oooh one of his friends has a slight resemblamce to edison chan lol)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;kept dancing around us and after the music stopped asked reine for her hp no and wanted to hook up with us the next night. hahaha it was such a les moment when she reached out to touch his hair. took a cab back to newton after saying byes to some strange malay guy who was watching us dance. haha clubs are full of weird single unattached male pervs who could never commit to a relationship. haha had some delicious sting ray food at 3 am in the morning and started back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;we slept around 5am then being the first to wake up the next day bounced on everyone and then proceeded to open curtains and pull blankets. we even managed to catch 'unconditional love'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(ooh that song "cant smile without you" from the movie is now in my head ALL the time, damn) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;before heading off to "high tea" haha. it was so delicious and we stole so many japanese jellies with lesuen's huge handbag. :p haha all in all interesting?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I want the photos!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110706631529053612?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110706631529053612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110706631529053612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110706631529053612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110706631529053612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/01/perverts-and-incompetent-taxi-drivers.html' title='Perverts and incompetent taxi drivers'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110649589307863804</id><published>2005-01-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T16:40:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Okay, so I had my Columbia interview today at some cafe outside the Hereen. The guy told me to look for a a 24-year-old male, with short hair, no glasses and he should be wearing some Columbia related item or other... And was he wearing such an item? That would be a No. And did he have any idea how many 20-something year-old guys with short hair and no glasses hang out at the Hereen? Um...that would also be a NO. Sigh oh well..i found him..eventually, and the interview was pretty alright actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;K, now, the OC. Omg i got soo pissed watching 209 just now. I hate ryan. HATE RYAN. sure, i can understand how he would be really worried about lindsay and all. but still what, seriously, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt; gives him the right to be so cruel and hurtful to anyone? it was HIS idea for marissa and lindsay to be friends in the first place. and it was LINDSAY who wanted to drink, no one held a gun to her head and said "drink this", &lt;strong&gt;she wanted it.&lt;/strong&gt; so if she ever wants to ruin her life by drinking, thats her own freaking choice and that has nothing to do with marissa. So maybe, just &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE,&lt;/strong&gt; he should get his facts straight before he accuses someone else? Plus, NO ONE wants a screwed up life, everyone just wants to have a normal family, and live happily. And this is probably more so for marissa than anyone else. I just think its so wrong for ryan to use marissa's fucked up circumstances against her (plus its not like anything happened to lindsay, the girl simply crashed (read: fell asleep) in front of alex's office). Okay, so ryan's mother was an alcoholic, but at least she loved him enough to leave him so he would be in the hands of people who would be able to take care of him better. Marissa's mother? Fucked the guy marissa lost her virginity to, left marissa's dad cuz he went bankrupt, married a guy who could be her grandfather (for money), cheated, bribed and has done just abt everything she could possibly do to ruin her daughter's life. Uh... how can ryan possibly be justified in saying that marissa screwed up her own life, when none of what happened to her was her fault? How can he say that when he never went thro what she had to? still has to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus ryan's the moron who left his extremely drunk gf alone on the beach after she talked abot going swimming, and imo thats waaayy more stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sigh haha on the BRIGHT side, there's more dramatic action now, the OC was getting kinda empty anyway. Urgh.. i still don't like lindsay tho. whats up with her nasally voice? Or does she just happen to have a permanent cold? I know its unfair to say that, but that kind of thing just gets on ppl's nerves sometimes. i cant stand the fact that she has like zero self-esteem, she's whinny and she's always jealous of marissa. She's gotta get over it or move on! Plus,what kind of person put red dots at the bottom of every page she reads to see how efficiently she is reading? *rolls eyes* hehe everytime her name comes to mind, i have this mental image of her going "oooh look at me, goody-goody, i'm so giddy!" sickening really. so far. she's the only new OC character that i simply cant seem to get myself to like. so thank goodness, she's suppose to disappear pretty soon. :) haha these days i am all "zach and summer!!" *grins* Anyway school tomo, should get business, english and chinese results back. They should be alright, but chem??..will not be pretty. I can't wait till the next week is over, or rather, till tuesday is over. Gotta sleep. Later folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110649589307863804?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110649589307863804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110649589307863804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110649589307863804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110649589307863804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/01/yellow-pages.html' title='Yellow Pages'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110602286726806604</id><published>2005-01-18T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:21:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duchess and Hair Skirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whoohoo! Only 1 more exam left and its english, so it shouldn't be too bad. Can't wait till its over then I have a 4-day weekend :) Ohhh and Harry Potter 6 is gonna be released on 16th July, 05. Heeeheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Random: During the 17th century: sinners wore "hair skirts": the immense itch would remind them of their sin and make them want to refuse worldly pleasures or further sin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, back to english revision now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Duchess of Malfi: Divided into 5 acts. In the 3 scenes of act 1, the major characters and conflicts are introduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Setting: Italian city of Amalfi in 16th century, in the Duchess' audience chamber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ACT I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bosola has recently been released after serving 7 years for a murder he committed at the behest of the Cardinal, but the Cardinal is cold to him and will not acknowledge his debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ferdinand enters with his entourage and finds out that Antonio has proven himself to be the best at a knightly competition. Ferdinand congratulates him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Delio gives his impression of the 3 siblings: Cardinal is jealous and vengeful, Ferdinand is perverse and turbulent, and the Duchess is sweet and noble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The two brothers warn the Duchess not to remarry, and she promises that she will not. But as soon as they leave her chamber, she summons Antonio and the two perform a private marriage ceremony. Cariola serves as the witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ACT II: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The first scene begins several months later. The Duchess is about to give birth to a child and she has concealed the pregnancy by wearing loose clothing. Bosola suspects that she is pregnant and tries to trap her by giving her apricots. She vomits after eating the apricots thus confirming his suspicions but does not reveal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To avoid suspicion that the Duchess is giving birth, a ruse is invented: it is announced that jewels have been stolen, and everyone must stay in his/her room while a search is conducted. The Duchess delivers a healthy son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Antonio prepares an astrological chart to map out the baby's future. Bosola sneaks out into the courtyard and hears the Duchess cry out. Antonio catches him there. As Antonio leaves, he accidentally drops the astological chart and as Bosola retrieves it, he discovers that the baby will have a short life. Bosola knows that Antonio is in on the secret but doesn't consider him the father. (unfathomable for a noble to marry a servant.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In Rome, Cardinal meets Julia, his mistress. Ferdinand receives a letter from Bosola informing him of the baby's birth. The Cardinal and Ferdinand discuss their sister's betrayal, and Ferdinand's rage takes him to the brink of insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ACT III:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Several years has passed. The Duchess has given birth to 2 more children, but her marriage is still a secret. *rolls eyes* (You have 3 kids running around the palace, and no one seems to know who their parents are, wouldn't ppl question??) Bosola still hasn't discovered the identity of the father (after THREE years? some Sherlock.) Ferdinand finally arrives at the palace to confront her (right... again after three years and 3 children, he FINALLY confronts her...out of character much?) Argh this play is soo ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Antonio and Cariola steps out of ther room while the Duchess is talking to herself in the mirror. (and just WHY is she talking to herself in the mirror anyway?) Ferdinand comes into the room at that moment and accuses her of shaming the family with her promiscuity. He tells her that she is married and Ferdinand vows never to look at her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Duchess, afraid that Ferdinand might suspect Antonio, sends him to safety by pretending that he has stolen money and thus banishing him. They plan to meet in Ancona. In grief, she confides in Bosola and tells him everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bosola plans to trap the Duchess and Antonio. He speeds to Rome to tell what he knows and find his reward. The brothers respond with fury. The Cardinal decides to contact the authority there to have the Duchess and her family banished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At the shrine, Bosola brings a letter from Ferdinand calling for Antonio's death; the D&amp;A separate again. Antonio takes their oldest son and flees to Milan. The Duchess is arrested by Bosola in disguise and taken by guards to her palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ACT IV: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In the Duchess' chamber, Ferdinand arranges for a series of horrors. He visits her in a darkened room and places in her hand, a dead man's hand that she assumes to be Antonio's. He shows her wax figures that look like the bodies of Antonio and the 3 children. He arranges for 8 madmen to scream outside her window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Duchess maintains her quiet nobility "i am Duchess of Malfi still" Bosola begins to feel a grudging respect for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bosola brings 2 executioners to her chamber and strangle her. She faces death with dignity. Cariola is also strangled, though she resists her death with all her energy. Off stage, 2 younger children are also strangled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When Ferdinand sees his dead sister, rather than rewarding Bosola, he blames him for the murders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ACT V:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4 days after the Duchess' death, the Cardinal had all of Antonio's property seized. Antonio decides to visit the Cardinal and attempt a reconciliation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ferdinand's madness has reached a whole new level and he has been seen digging up bodies in the cemetery, and carrying a man's leg over his shoulder. Bosola arrives in Milan, he and the Cardinal tries to determine what the others know. The Cardinal pretends he doesn't know that the Duchess is dead. Bosola persuades Julia to find out the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Cardinal confesses to Julia that he had his sister killed, then kills Julia with a poisoned book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Outside the Cardinal's home, Antonio and Delio speak with a ghostly echo that comes from the Duchess' grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bosola vows to protect Antonio from harm, but accidentally kills Antonio with his sword (-___-) mistaking him for the Cardinal, who has promised to kill Bosola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In the final scene, the anguished Bosola kills the Cardinal's servant and stabs the Cardinal and Ferdinand. Ferdinad stabs both Bosola and the Cardinal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Delio enters with Antonio's son and calls for a unified effort to support the young man as the new Duke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Physiognomy: the study of facial gestures. Idea that one can read another's soul by their facial expressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mandrake root: digging it up will cause madness and insanity. Also known to be an aphrodisiac with sexual origins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Marriage in the 17th century an the Middle Ages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Women seen as a trade item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Women and children controlled by their father/husband= ownership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brothers can also control their sister's marriage/ children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Clandestine marriages are uncommon, but are not against the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Old Hag: encounters Bosola. She uses cosmetics to make her look younger. Her image represents the moral corruption of women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Makes a statement about the society and the church (the Cardinal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ferdinand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Creates tension/ problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Represents corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scandal: incestuous attraction. Sexual aggression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sadism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He contrasts the Duchess, who ironically is his twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He's similar to his brother in their cruelty, but different in the sense that he's less controlled/measured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Competition for the Duchess between him and Antonio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Images of decay in his speeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Symbols of death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fiery, passionate (but not in a good way...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cardinal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"stands for the guile and hypocrisy which render religion but a shallow pretence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rational, cold, controlled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hides behind the law and his own vested position which has been achieved by dishonest means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Merely an appearance of subtlety because it is so full of contradictions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A representation of the corruption of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paints a bad picture of the Roman Catholic Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ferdinand's puppeteer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bosola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A tool for Ferdinand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Revenge hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Trying to find maintenance in a world that will only pay him for crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He shares disgust at political corruption...Nevertheless, he is part of the corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A social victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Satirist and preacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Contradictory roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A unifying element.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Audience sympathizes with him because he changes for the better. (Only one that changes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Others are controlled by theitr surroundings, he changes the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The only one who obtains revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Disguise: guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Antonio comments that Bosola is "very valiant" but worries that his melancholy will "poison all his goodness".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Duchess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What motivates her? Desire for an understanding companion. To be able to be with whom she loves. The privilege of having a real, a normal family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&amp;A's relationship is different to others in the play becuase there's a sense of tenderness between the two that doesn't seem to exist between other couples. She degrades herself by marrying him. It is secretive and forbidden. They trust each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She confided in Bosola becuase she's used to having someone to confide in. She needed to relieve herself of her pressures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Duchess rebels, challanges society's norms and maintains her dignity as trials become harsher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is the play a tregedy? Yes- Bosola undergoes transformation but then does in the end anyway. No- the Duchess brought it upon herself by marrying despite warnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Duchess can be considered as a unifying force because she sparsk the chain of events that led to the tragic ending. She connects all the different characters. (Central stimulus of the plot.) Her presence is still felt after her death becuase everything still revolves around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The audience may not feel sympathetic towards her because of the way she handled things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She was born as the status quo "ideal", she changes the status quo. She is not flawed; people can't live up to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Becuase she is a woman, its saying something about the way women was treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Did she marry for loive or lust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Antonio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acts as a narrator at certain times: reflects on situation around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Puts the Duchess on a pedestal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sets tone for the rest of the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Natural images of his speeches contrasts with that of other characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He plays a traditionally female role: suffers because of who he's married to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't usually take initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He links many events together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't develop much dramatically; doesn't fulfill promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He's shadowed by C &amp; F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He's her servnt in their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Known to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Insightful judge of character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why have 2 brothers and not 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Creates physical entrapment on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They can enrage each other; push each other to go a little further, a little more dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Audience learn more about them through comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is no conventional justice: none of the characters get what they deserve. Restoration of balance/ order is not complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Themes/ Ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Corruption/ Idealism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life/ Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Good/ Evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love/ Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Passions/ Desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Illusions (Appearances vs Reality)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The human condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fate and belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Unified work of mood/ action/ characterisation/ poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lacks imaginative coherence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juxtaposition of stage image with verbal image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Comically full of bloodshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Symmetry of structure...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Theatricality/ Spectacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sensational events to please the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Revenge tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blank verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Characterisation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Characters are filled with curious futility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;None of them are completely evil or good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They are significant not because of their morality but because of their struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Complex web of relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pity for all his characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Act IV and V:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Achievement of his moral purpose: to pursue to the end his theme of sin and retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Their lives are all interwoven. Her story is finished only when the other lives she has touched are finished too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Afterthought? ...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Theatricality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To show that corruption will continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People are most themselves when the knife, noose, or potion is nearest: play comes alive the closer they get to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ties up loose ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The use of opposites: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Public vs private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Action vs passivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Master vs servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Outer facade vs inner reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Men vs women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Political vs domestic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love vs hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Courage vs cowardice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Equality vs opression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justice vs injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sycophancy vs Loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beauty vs ugliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Confinement vs exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Truth vs deceit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110602286726806604?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110579864139063021</id><published>2005-01-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:27:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to a world of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lindsay and Ryan just doesn't do it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I am not quite sure what's missing, but.. nope definietly doesn't work for me. I mean, when I saw Ryan and Marissa making out in season 1, I was like "hm...hot, I can definitely see where the sexual tension is coming from." (Does that make me sound like a pervert? haha oh well.) But when there was that close up of Lindsay and Ryan making out in 208, I was, well, repulsed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And by the way, is anyone else bothered by Ryan's change in character? I mean, sure, he's still cool and everything, but just where did that hot bad-ass chino boy go?? No more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about &lt;A TITLE=" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771carsAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about car" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771carsAA1VDw"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771carsAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-stealing, no more burning down people's houses and punching guys from the water polo team. Man, where did all the fun go? (Instead, we get to sit back and observe the lives of those in a dysfunctional family.)*sigh* Now Ryan's just so... average and 'nice'. But if you are looking for nice, might as well go for zach right? On the other hand, I think Alex is good for Seth... Alex or Anna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Quotes from the O.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Who gets passed by a van full of nuns? Oh wait...COHEN does!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"There's drinking, crying, cops, well it must be Christmas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Sometimes I think you talk just to make sounds." "Sometimes I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Who are you?" "Whoever you want me to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Suddenly, my family, not so dysfunctional."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Sarcasms like breathing for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Is it twisted that I find my potential grandma hot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Where I come from, having a dream doesnt make you smart, knowing it won't come true, that does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Chivalry's dead, sugar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"It's like totally dark, but totally visual."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"I'm busy. Studying. Naked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Maybe you've got the SUMMER flu, maybe you need ANNAbiotics."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"You know what girls find sexy? CONFIDENCE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sandy:"There's no need for sarcasm." Seth: "I'm not being sarcastic." Sandy: "Well, it's hard to tell sometimes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sandy: "Since the minute you were born I knew I would never take another easy breath without knowing that you were all right." Seth: "So I'm like asthma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Julie: "He basically called me white trash! He said I was from Riverside!" Jimmy Cooper: "Honey. You are from Riverside." Julie:" It was his tone!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seth: "What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico." Ryan: "What happens in Mexico?" Seth: "I don't know, because it stays there. That's why we must go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Summer: "This is a nightmare. I'm sweating to death, driving ten miles an hour on, like, a rickshaw, listening to this... music." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seth: "Oh I get it. I'm just here for the comic relief."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seth: "So when you lost your virginity, I was playing Magic the Gathering." Ryan: "You still play Magic." Seth: "Yeah, but not as much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seth: "I'm gonna go make magic happen. I feel like my hair is working for me tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seth: "Okay, that's a lot of genitalia in my pool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hailey: "Julie, your hair." Julie: "Hailey, you're here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyway, back to english revision...*gah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hedda Gabler:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hedda: clearly belongs to a higher social class than those around her. She's not only above others in terms of her background, but also in her quickness and intelligence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She cannot accpet the burgeois way of life and disdains the domesticity she seems to be confined within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The audience does not meet her immediately:suspense. The servant, Berte is afraid of her. Her reputation preceeds her; creates expectations. She has high standards and is impossible to please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hat incident: takes pleasure in abusing other people. Unappreciative of other's efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tesman refuses to acknowledge that Hedda treats him just as badly as she treats Berte and Julle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hedda's disregard for his feelings: refusal to look at his slippers. The slippers represent: security, domesticity, and familial love/ affection (something she never had with her own parents and now refuses to accept from this one). And where is her mother anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Brack is the only one who matches Hedda in terms of her intelligence; he "connects" with her. He understands her needs, becuase she confides in him. He's also the only one her exploits that understanding. They speak like equals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tesman: The build up to his character in the beginning by Aunt Julle and Berte seems to suggest that he is an extremely intelligent can capable man. Upon presentation, the audience learns that he is, indeed, an educated man. However, his education does not seem to compensate for the blatant simplicity of his mind. Audience sympathizes with Hedda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mrs. Elvsted: Raised her social position by marrying the district magisrate, then scadalously left her husband for her lover. Mild, soft-spoken and esaily manipulated, but has the courage to take action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aunt Julle: By treating Berte as her equal, she degrades herself to the level of the servants. Reinforced by her servile manners towards Hedda; setting her on a pedestal and responding to her every whim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Berte: She fades into the background as soon as the main characters enter the play. The fact that she doesn't do anything consequential reflects her insignificance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mlle Diana: Singer/ prostitute. Wild/ untamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tesman's reference to the fact that Hedda has been gaining weight suggests that she is pregnant. She becomes irritated everytime it is mentioned becuase it signifies something that would tie her down/ restrict/ confine her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Although the relationship betwen Hedda and Brack is not sexual, it has the flavor of adultery...emotional adultery? She seems to enjoy semi-adulterous relationships with men, not becuase she admires them, but because she wants to control them. Yet she fear scandals. It is interesting that while she pushes everyone else away, she should confide in the one person that can wield control her. She has no taste for things that "make a claim on her freedom". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The passage of time creates tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Brack wants to be the "only cock in the yard".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hedda is careful to maintain a calm and controlled exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Burning the maniscript: jealousy? Then she she hands him the psitol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;At the beginning of the play, Hedda complained that the room was too bright. Now becuase of her actions, cold treatment of others, her encouragement of Ejlert's suicide, her burning of the manuscript, the room has "darkened". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The title of the play uses Hedda's maiden name. She is uable to adjust to her circumstances. She wants life to measure up to her standards, regardless of practicalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hedda doesn't allow Tesman to use the word "we" to describe them. "Leave me out of it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aunt Julle serves to highlight the difficulties of Tesman and Hedda's marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;SEXUAL POWER: Hedda takes advantage of her decadent beauty to wield power over men. Sexual/ suggestive body language shown by stage directions (clasping her hands at the back of her neck...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;SOCIAL POWER: Daughter of General Gabler. Condescending manner. She was allowed to choose her own husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;LIMITED POWER: POwer is very domestic and localized in the house. Audience do not see her effect on others outside her domain. She is a woman afterall, so essentially less authority than men to begin with. She is afraid of scndals so she doesn't do anything flagrantly outrageous. Brack has influence over her. At the end, she realizes that the only she CAN fully control is her own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hedda under her father's influence: explains her love of pistols: symbolizes power/violence/control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Does Jorgen actually love Hedda? Or is she just another "trophy" in his line of achievements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vine leaves: victory. If Lovborg comes back with vine leaves in his hair; Hedda has succeeded in reverting him back to his old ways of life. Hedda hass succeeded in making other people's lives miserable. Symbolise Eilert as Bacchus, the god of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about &lt;A TITLE=" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771wineAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about wine" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771wineAA1VDw"&gt;wine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: green solid; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=59771wineAA1VDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; from the Becchanalia Festivals, they represent Fertility and Youth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Obsession: HEDDA and BRACK: Power and control. Sexual power. Blackmail. THEA: is obsessed with Lovborg. LOVBORG: is obsessed with the manuscript and with Hedda. TESMAN: Hedda and his academics. JULLE: with her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Gender Roles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;There are two main male roles- Tesman, the married man, and Brack and Lovborg, the bachelors. Society provides us with an image of what each of these charcters could be, but soon we learn that the characters just only fulfill certain basic elements of stereotypes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tesman: A scholar engaged in reserach in the history of civilisation. He is meant to be the money provider for the household, but cannot meet Hedda's excessive long-term desires. Does not realize that despite his attempt at/status as "man of the house", it is Hedda who is in control. Very enthusiastic, jolly, but foolish. Compared to Hedda, he moves in and out of the house a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Brack: a puisne judge. A gentleman, polite, has social airs and graces. Debonair. Has many connections. He knows what he wants, so can become much more direct; manipulative, seems to like meddling in other people's affairs. Hedda's parallel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lovborg: Wants to be a gentleman, may have the appearence of one too. Once a public outcast, and is extremely nervous, unsettled, easily embarrassed, lacking confidence. Does not have much control over his life.Thea's parallel- comardes, interdependent, share similar confidence-lacking qualities. Both have had their shrae of scandal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Women- through different female characters, we are given a view of the different roles women were limited to and adopted in the Victorian society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hedda: Rejects the roles expected of women in Victorian society. The problem being that society does not seem to offer many roles for women. Hedda wants to rebel against society, but cannot and will not accpet the consequences. Marries Tesman purely for financial security and comfort. Her personality (and fear of motherhood) contrasts greatly with Thea's nuturing, motherly qualities. Aso contrasting is the way Hedda treats Thea like a child, constantly stroking her hair; this could be a way of consolidating her power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thea: Dominated in an unhappy marriage, suggestion of abuse. Thea's feminine and maternal qualities is perhaps the image of the nuturing ideals a woman should hold in Victorian society. Does not wish to rebel, but by running away, she goes against society's expectations of a woman. Idea of Thea fulfilling the rolw of the subservient wife, an object. She becomes almost dependent on Lovborg. Thea is described liek a child herself "a startled questioning expression". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aunt Julle: Looked after Jorgen as a child, also exemplified in her dedication to Aunt Rina. The The nurturer, the homemaker, natural selflessness. Constantly aware of other's well-being. Desperately wants Hedda and Jorgen to have children. Speaks to others as if they are children- "Of course my dear boy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;More later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110579864139063021?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110579864139063021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110579864139063021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110579864139063021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110579864139063021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-world-of-insecurity-and.html' title='Welcome to a world of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110485581074950146</id><published>2005-01-05T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:29:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual skills...? What sexual skills?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#90bed5" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#083360" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=2123" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serifcolor:#ffffff;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Best Sexual Skill?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="64" size="32" value="Jess" name="in0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Age: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;input maxlength="2" size="2" value="18" name="in1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Sex: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in2"&gt;&lt;option value="Male"&gt;Male&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Female"&gt;Female&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Sexuality: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #d8f3f3"&gt;&lt;select size="1" name="in3"&gt;&lt;option value="Straight"&gt;Straight&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Gay"&gt;Gay&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Bisexual"&gt;Bisexual&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Flirting Skill Level - &lt;b&gt;33%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Kissing Skill Level - &lt;b&gt;99%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Cudding Skill Level - &lt;b&gt;85%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Sex Skill Level - &lt;b&gt;53%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#00cc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="lime" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99ff66" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ccff99" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff33" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffcc00" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9900" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff6600" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff3300" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why They Love You&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are too good to be true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why They Hate You&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You bite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#083360" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lol..this is bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-seriffont-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;QuickKwiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=4711"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lady_wintermoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 1287075 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:9;"&gt;New! Get Free &lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://astrology.kwiz.biz"&gt;Daily Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; from Kwiz.Biz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110485581074950146?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110485581074950146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110485581074950146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110485581074950146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110485581074950146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/01/sexual-skills-what-sexual-skills.html' title='Sexual skills...? What sexual skills?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110474754586800314</id><published>2005-01-04T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:36:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 days of school </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;See that schedule down there, for studying? Ha. That sooo did not happen, not even close. Can I help it that I simply can't seem to do work while I am away on holiday? Can you blame me? Flunking is not that bad right? RIGHT? I mean its not like the grades are gonna be sent to the unis... Ha, who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh yeah, some guy from Washington U called and was like: "I need to interview you." Shite, need to some extra reading..and guess I won't be sleeping in on Saturday morning then. And what's this I hear about Vicky getting accepted at Oxford? Hm... definitely didn't see that one coming. And apparently Rashna got into both Oxford AND Stanford.. wah life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Right.. back to chem now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110474754586800314?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110474754586800314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110474754586800314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110474754586800314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110474754586800314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2005/01/23-days-of-school.html' title='23 days of school '/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110379929243791972</id><published>2004-12-24T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:35:25.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things To Do Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Salsa with hot latinos in Cuba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Learn Spanish "Hola!" (well on my way there, thanks to yling and zhen hehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Climb my Tree &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Must I be a slave to my hormones? Apparently&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bungee jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Backpack in Europe&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Greece, Jordan, Egypt, Isreal and Rome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;See Jackie, Yling, Li zhen, Lisa, Adrian's weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Own a big, pretty house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;See my family and all the people I grew up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have pretty children... not that I wouldn't love them if they were ugly, but who the hell would write "ugly children" on their list of '50 things to do before I die'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110379929243791972?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110379929243791972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110379929243791972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110379929243791972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110379929243791972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2004/12/50-things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='50 Things To Do Before I Die'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110379828422074970</id><published>2004-12-24T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:34:48.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>快樂的日子</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;是寂寞嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;是後悔嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;為什麼要在我腦海裏不停地打轉？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;你是否知道我已覺得很累．．．？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;聖誕節本來應該是個開心的節日，那為什麼我總覺得悶悶不樂？也許是自己的要求太高，生在褔中不知褔。也有可能只是ＰＭＳ。&gt;_&lt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;快樂的日子好像特別短。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110379828422074970?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110379828422074970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110379828422074970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110379828422074970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110379828422074970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='快樂的日子'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110379290858688120</id><published>2004-12-24T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:32:01.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apparently he's oblivious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If a girl flirted with him, he either wouldnt realize it, or he wouldn't take them seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would be the point in me trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Beat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Beat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There is no point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Beat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jess goes back to her voyeurish ways. Argh, seriously, how pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110379290858688120?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110379290858688120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110379290858688120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110379290858688120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110379290858688120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2004/12/oblivion.html' title='Oblivion'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110377553821207513</id><published>2004-12-24T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:30:00.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Study Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Schedule (i swear i am so far behind):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today: MUSt finish Bio, Emory and NYU applications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tomorrow (24th): Start studying for Chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;25th (sat): Study for chem. Flight: clear up stuff for bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;26th (sun): Study for chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;27th (mon): Study for chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;28th (tue): Study for chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;29th (wed): Study for chem.&lt;br /&gt;30th (thu): Study for math. Flight: study for math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;31st (fri): Study for math. Do michigan application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1st (sat): Do any hw not yet done. Study for math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2nd (sun): Do any hw not yet done. Study for math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh the fun and joy of holidays.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110377553821207513?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110377553821207513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110377553821207513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110377553821207513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110377553821207513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2004/12/study-study-study.html' title='Study Study Study'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110377436618135625</id><published>2004-12-23T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:49:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Tｉme No See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm, that was a pretty interesting night. It was nice to catch up with people and nice to know that we can still be comfortable around each other even tho its been so long already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHE talks to him about TREE? *faints* i wonder how he feels about that. Cus when i mentioned what tree said abt sai men and steph, he was like "OH someone told me that! steph!" I was like *nervous laughter* (which kinda translated into psychotic laughter, lol) man, that was awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am glad i decided to see ray afterall. But its kinda weird how I seem to miss to him more now that I've seen him, when I've been fine all along for the past 9 months or however long hes been gone for. The almost-gf is kinda pretty haha. Hope he treats her well. And yes, last night IS the first time i've ever heard li zhen gush endlessly about guys LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thats all for now folks. Need to go work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110377436618135625?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110377436618135625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110377436618135625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110377436618135625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110377436618135625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2004/12/long-tme-no-see.html' title='Long Tｉme No See'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394627.post-110183603032924163</id><published>2004-12-01T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T12:20:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 7 more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hey ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Finally switched to blogger cuz i got so annoyed that i couldn't type chinese in xanga, and this is so much eaiser for text editing :) Oh and u can upload pictures too (without paying- i dont think..) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*whew* finally done with the UC app, only 7 more to go, 9 of you count the canadian ones as well. i will get through it all......somehow. *cough* and i haven't even started studying for the mocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9394627-110183603032924163?l=frizzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/feeds/110183603032924163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9394627&amp;postID=110183603032924163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110183603032924163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9394627/posts/default/110183603032924163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frizzon.blogspot.com/2004/12/2-down-7-more-to-go.html' title='2 down 7 more to go'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257534089682661543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
