<?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-3824859016654197646</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:51:32.341-08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='experience'/><category term='XradicalD ghost story probably creepypasta sometime latter'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='embarrasing'/><category term='df'/><category term='bad'/><category term='blog'/><category term='you shouldn&apos;t have done that jadusable xradicald paranormal ben majora mask zelda the legend of'/><category term='Xradicald another of this shit and I am quitting life'/><category term='horror'/><category term='xradicald'/><title type='text'>XradicalD's life share.</title><subtitle type='html'>The UnRadical times of XradicalD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-1095090095103874177</id><published>2012-01-30T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:51:32.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What the hell am I doing?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Straight from twitter:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ugh... Sorry for the flood of cryptic, cheesy and corny, tweets, I will try to get this clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Since Sheva didn't "cared" for my well being, I decided to, shall we say? Take her Premium account of me, to a regular one (Sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And just treat her like a, regular person. Nothing fancy from me, just plains simple me, just a few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bad news bear when she... actually showed signs of humanity from her part. Actually asking me if everything was alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And sure, everything was fine, as in, actually fine, just didn't treat her with, well, my love and kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I actually felt some kind of power, of making her suffer a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every little chat I had with her, even if it was, just, about school stuff, she would enjoy it and be happy with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And when I didn't talk to her, she would be there, just lost in her thoughts, sad actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A lot of thoughts came to my mind, mainly "What the hell am I doing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;... fuck this, time to blog it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now, back to "The Unradical times of XradicalD"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A lot of thoughts came to my mind, mainly "What the hell am I doing?" And this, is when I began on thinking on the main question to everything "Why? Why am I doing this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I got many answers from myself, yet so little. One of them was "To get her attention" but it was quickly scraped, since it would be me being something I hate, an emo. Other one was "Because you're not going to fall for her again, and become her slap dog" this one was the most&amp;nbsp;accurate&amp;nbsp;I could go, I wouldn't want to be that dumbass, who treats how her boyfriend should and yet, gets nothing, while his boyfriend gets what I should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In theory, it was simple, from my side, it was the true answer, but then I though... what if she asks? What if she triggers the questions of "Why?" S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;adly I still like her and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, the answer I have wouldn't be... I can't explain, it would have all my whatever screwed up, more than it already is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What I wonder is, how does she feel about me? Is she worried about me like, more than just friendship? Or she is just worried as a friend? I think the latest could be the one that is more precise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I just don't know, what to think, what to say, what to do. More now, since, well, we were speaking on msn, and she began to talk to me, great idea from her, she attacked from where I was alone, without company, without anyone next to me, without anyone seeing us (That is, unless msn spy on users or something, but I doubt my importance to Hotmail) Without any more w/e,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;this is how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She: Why don't you talk at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: I speak quite a lot with&amp;nbsp;Steve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She: Yeah, but not with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ME: Hmm... I think you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She: Do you want me to leave you alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;This questions, just... just took me by surprise, I could just tell her "Yes, leave me alone" and... she would had, how long? I don't know, maybe for a little while,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;maybe forever,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I didn't want to fancy my chances, so in resume, I said "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: Lets talk about this tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She: Well, then I will leave you alone for now, we shall speak tomorrow, or so I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: Yes, tomorrow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I don't feel very well right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She: But... &lt;b&gt;you promise&lt;/b&gt; you will talk to me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I actually though of this, for a minute or two. I didn't want to face my demons... but it's got to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She: Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I actually felt like shadow for saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;What I DON'T LIKE ABOUT THIS IS...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;1) That I am involved in it, yeah, no shit, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;2) I am in a sea of women that like me, and I love the one that already has a boyfriend and is complicated as fuck, go me, go FUCKING me. I wonder How I always end up like this...? &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(See Flandre's story)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"How come I never meet any nice girls...?" - Dante, MvC3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;3) Sheva seems to be that kind of girls that everyone likes, (Well, on their groups) and I THINK she has this kind of shit too often; Guy likes her, she doesn't, guy feels like shit, she feels bad for something that she can't control and, it isn't her fault. Like a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And so, the tale shall continue, lets see in what kind of strange zone she places me... and where I shall place her too...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;*Disclaimer: I know my problems aren't the "World's hugest problems" and that people have it worse and just smile their way to the future... but they are still there... and they are causing quite some havoc on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Over all how I feel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/A4CofbOiKj0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CofbOiKj0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CofbOiKj0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zvjYLAzJb8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But guess every night I still lay awake, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;nd I dream of an absolution,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But every night it just stays the same,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;In my dream of an absolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824859016654197646-1095090095103874177?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/1095090095103874177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-hell-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1095090095103874177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1095090095103874177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-hell-am-i-doing.html' title='&quot;What the hell am I doing?&quot;'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-3644001456765763331</id><published>2011-09-29T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:31:31.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xradicald another of this shit and I am quitting life'/><title type='text'>Bashed out of the spotlight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next text is how as it was on twitter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That feeling when you only feel like eljsNBkfjzfb xbgvkdzfkjdkfvSJD KBSdfvgkHFdvkjzdshv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OH come on! I was being left behind, on the shadow, now that I give the cold shoulder, now someone else gets the spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah you probably have no idea of what I am talking about, can't blame you, I just got to the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, here's the thing, my friend Sheva seems to be replacing me with my other friend, let's call him... I have no idea, just "Friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row" style="display: block; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-name" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-screen-name user-profile-link" data-user-id="187052999" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Rumia_Nanoka" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="Alv"&gt;Rumia_Nanoka&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="tweet-full-name" style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row" style="display: block; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text js-tweet-text" style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="XradicalD" href="http://twitter.com/#!/XradicalD" rel="nofollow" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;s style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; opacity: 0.5; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: normal;"&gt;XradicalD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;"steven" maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Rumia_Nanoka" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Rumia_Nanoka" rel="nofollow" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;s style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; opacity: 0.5; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: normal;"&gt;Rumia_Nanoka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sounds like a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ANYWAYS, steven will be, just cause&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply pretty-link" data-screen-name="Rumia_Nanoka" href="http://twitter.com/#!/Rumia_Nanoka" rel="nofollow" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;s style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; opacity: 0.5; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: normal;"&gt;Rumia_Nanoka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;said so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So here's the deal, while I talk like, all the day with my friend Sheva, she seems to get more interested on Steven chats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I mean, it's cool and that but, it's like I get, left out of the group. NOTE Sheva already has a boyfriend, just a note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, I get upset cause, hey, I get being the second choice for a chat, rather than, we 3 talk together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I feel really, unappreciated. I mean, she speaks only like, less than 20 minutes with him the whole week and I sense her interest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... high on him. That just gets me upset, cause it could get to a point where she breaks with her actual BF and go with Steven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Which would leave me "left behind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Plus, why him instead of me? &lt;/span&gt;(Plus he is way older, 7 years older than us, fuck!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Now here is where it gets complicated. I like her, and I wouldn't like to loss her attention, talks and shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And then I would be the "Outlaw" again, like high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But today, the thing just BLASTED. Normally, me, sheva, steven and other girl make a group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;of 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for the art class and we do GREAT! But today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This dead weight dumb bitch took my seat (Which also mean, the team seat) and they said fucking nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so I am left behind, in my mind I said (And so, it begins...). Minutes latter the teacher said to work on teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... this is going for quite long, should I blog it instead of spam twitter? Guess I shall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now to the blogging&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Funny, cause we used to say "We got a 3 winning streak, let's keep it up!", by that I mean, we 4 finished the work first than everyone else, got it right and also got out of class early.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so, I get left behind, and I had to go with another team, the point of the work-in-class was to, do questions, ask other team in some, order and if a team answer correctly, they would get 1 point (For the team, the team with the highest score would get extra points). I said to myself that I shall beat them and show them, that they made a big mistake. And so it goes, question after question. Interestingly, my team was on last place, which made me feel on S.S. Herpaderp about to crash an iceberg, but we didn't gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Short story long, we pulled out a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/pD_imYhNoQ4" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;WomboCombo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/qqKlK8-4glw" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Combofiend Bionic arm comeback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;" and won the Activity, which also got us extra points for the exam. So I got in a full "Chaos Blast Dark Bar&amp;nbsp;thing" from Shadow The Hedgehog, I was happy, FUCKING happy. I felt like if I got on the bad guys side to get stronger than the main characters, and won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, other than feeling great after such a tasteful revenge, I still felt, betrayed. So I didn't hang out with them for the rest of the class, I just went straight to steve thinking "I JUST SHOWED YOU" but I just said hi and went the other way, I was thinking "Yeah you two do what the fuck you guys please, I shall seek for, more power" Yeah.... I actually though that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Since Steven is in, group 2 and me and Sheva on group 1, we normally sit together, talk and such. But since I was a tad heart broken (B'awww) and full of power and revenge (Yeah... sorry for that) I didn't speak with her, at least not until latter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I forgot we had to do an speech for our&amp;nbsp;communication&amp;nbsp;class, good thing lately I have been able to put a good speech out of freaking none where (I thank God for that) with little info. Unfortunately the dumb dead weight bitch was part the team. I did good, but she made me look bad, since she didn't knew what to say (And I though I was bad, I pulled a good speech with LITTLE information about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Funny, that girl knew that something wrong was going on, (I really hate to "wear masks" and fake emotions, being happy and like if everything was alright. Funny, it actually hurts doing that rather than feeling down, but still, I don't like making my problems everyone's problem, I really don't) so I said that everything was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So the communication class finishes and I go to the bathroom while I think about all this, what am I doing, so I came to 2 conclusions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1.- I wondered why I did that to Sheva? Upon thinking, I noticed that, don't speaking to her made me test her. If she asked, she cares about me, if she doesn't, either she doesn't know what's going on, or just don't care about my mood swings and will probably ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;2.-&amp;nbsp;I noticed that it was just a tantrum from me, and having my tantrum made the whole class have a dull, stressing and insecure feeling. Cause everyone knows me and says hi to me (Don't ask how I became such a "celebrity") but instead I just said an, uncheerful&amp;nbsp;and unhappy response, "Hey..." instead of my happy and smiling "What's up?". So for the good of, freaking everyone, I swallowed my tantrum and began to speak to her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She wasn't on a great mood either, well shit, I though I WAS THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM, NOT YOU, WERE IS ALL YOUR HAPPINESS NOW!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And so Steven comes to pay us visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve: Hey, what's up?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(That's how "¿Que pasa?" &amp;nbsp;would be translated, which is kind of a 2 way question, "what's up" and "what's wrong?" and I though he was meaning the second one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: Nothing, I am just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve: I asked what's up not your state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: (Good one, you son of a bitch, now you know that something was wrong) WELL, I am listening to music and I got stuck in "Sweet Home", that's what you wanted to hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve: Yeah that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(He knew I would answer "I am fine" when I am not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And so he and Sheva speak about homework and shit (They share a class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And so, the day finishes and I arrive home, feeling happy cause I got my revenge (The art class one) but still, I feel like I will be getting, far from them, a blender of feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And just now I connect to MSN, just for the heck of it and so Steven ask me about my mood of today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve: Hey what's up? Sheva is sad, what's up with that? Can I help you with anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: Well, is she sad? &lt;i&gt;(Oh, now she got the spotlight)&lt;/i&gt; Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;- 1 minute latter, nothing happens -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: Well, not me, I am good, or will be, it's always like that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(I always heal my own wounds, remember&amp;nbsp;Flandre?, God damn.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve: Alright then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Me: Wow that was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve: She says you don't speak with her &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;(But I fucking did)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;and that your mood is different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;NOW this just makes me want to take my heart out with all its feelings, throw it as hard as I can to the wall and step on it, since nobody cares about them and it's only causing me problems (As in, love to others and that shit, I now my family loves me) Cause I am on a freaking blender of betrayal and heart&amp;nbsp;brokering&amp;nbsp; and she is just sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;This happen just now, which makes me wonder. At least she got interested on why of my current mood, but she didn't asked me directly, I mean, Flandre did, though she just wanted to have things on good standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Which makes me wonder, did I got what I wanted to? What should I do now? But I can't simple let things go like nothing, cause if shit doesn't get sorted out, it will just rise again, eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;So maybe I should ask them if I am of any annoyance to them and if they want me to leave them alone (As in, ACTUAL annoying, cause I know I am, but in a playful manner) &amp;nbsp;and some other shit. Cause either it could be me just being, paranoid, or it can be the truth, whatever it is, I must find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Either way fuck this shit *Opens portal to another dimension and enters*&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/3824859016654197646-3644001456765763331?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/3644001456765763331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/09/bashed-out-of-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/3644001456765763331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/3644001456765763331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/09/bashed-out-of-spotlight.html' title='Bashed out of the spotlight.'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-1671358848764490066</id><published>2011-09-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:33:42.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XradicalD ghost story probably creepypasta sometime latter'/><title type='text'>Lost in Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/U1eHCPdrJko/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1eHCPdrJko&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1eHCPdrJko&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(Music to set the mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So this happen on the morning of&amp;nbsp;Wednesday, 21 of September, I slept a bit late that day (Like at 4:30AM).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So this is how my dream started, I was&amp;nbsp;travelling&amp;nbsp;on my mother's uplander, she was driving, however, we were either on a really dark forest or a&amp;nbsp;light less&amp;nbsp;tunnel, the only light source was the control board thing (You know, the one with, how fast are you going and that stuff) which was really dim and didn't light up that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I was on the 2nd row of seats with my brother, we were talking (Can't remember what), and I heard the voice of a little girl on the 4th row of seats (Which was strange for me, since the uplander only have 3 rows of seats) I could barely see her, she had a hat and wore pink clothes, like if she was a doll. My&amp;nbsp;thoughts were "Oh she must be a guest or something" so I didn't paid much attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We kept on talking, when she began to speak again, my brother told me "Go and check who is it", at that moment, I knew SOMETHING WASN'T RIGHT. I was going to jump to the 3rd row of seats and check, but I thought it wasn't such a good idea since it was dark, so I reached my hand to turn on a light (that can be found on either sides of the 3rd row of seats) when I got&amp;nbsp;paralysed, I was scared, I can't really remember what scared me, I barely remember what happen, I think her face changed to something more horrible, she changed to an eyeless, pale person, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After that, I "woke up", in the same position I remember I slept, but something was&amp;nbsp;in front&amp;nbsp;of me, heavy breathing, &amp;nbsp;talking, or so I think it was. I was also paralysed of fear, but I had my laser mouse in my hand (No idea why), I tried to light whatever was&amp;nbsp;in front&amp;nbsp;of me with the light of it, but quickly I thought "Whatever is in front of me, probably won't be happy with me doing that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I just stayed quiet, scared, paralysed, then I said "God help me, God help me..." but then I stop, and thought "Probably if I say it for a third time, something bad could happen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Few second latter, I woke up, for real this time, I was scared the shit out of me. I am normally not that scared of nightmares (As in, stayed scared for a while after them), but the "Waking up" sure tricked me. Anyway, I went back to sleep, while still being scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I got waked up by my alarm. I did my generic routine to get ready for school, take a shower, change clothes, etc. My dad took me to school like always, I began to tell him about my nightmare, but I didn't had time to finish it so I said "I will tell you latter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The day went as normal, got done with the day, got home, take a nap, etc. When I was having dinner, my dad reminded me about the nightmare, and so I go on explaining, until I reached the part were I describe the girl "She had a hat, dressed like a doll, like, I think she was like our cousin Caroline" (I said that because my aunt used to dress her like if she was a doll, old ones. My cousin Caroline died a long time ago, in resume she had&amp;nbsp;Asthma problems, don't feel like going into details with that one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the moment I said that, my mother interrupted me, with something that made me shat a fucking&amp;nbsp;skyscraper. She said that, that day,&amp;nbsp;September&amp;nbsp;21, was the day when my cousin Caroline died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Words can't explain how freaked out I was after hearing that, I didn't knew she died that day, not like I could remember, I was like 4 or 5 when she died, at the age of 7 or 8. Not like I have been thinking of her recently either, which just leaves me wondering, why the coincidence? And most important, why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guess I will never find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824859016654197646-1671358848764490066?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/1671358848764490066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-in-nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1671358848764490066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1671358848764490066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-in-nightmares.html' title='Lost in Nightmares'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-7892394480890962970</id><published>2011-05-15T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:08:14.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Inb4 anything, I am writing this post pissed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SO! I got a tad pissed from home, Yeah? Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Like always, I got on my computer logged in on MSN and answered a post on the SSoH forum, perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me, UNTIL Flandre decided to appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lets remember, YESTERDAY, Saturday, I went to hang out with&amp;nbsp;Flandre, pretty BORING, I mean, it had its good moments, but, most of the time, me tweeting on my phone how bored I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SO, this is how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: You got bored yesterday, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ME: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: You're always bored and angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now you done it, you got me with my guns loaded and no fear with&amp;nbsp;gun sling&amp;nbsp;the next poor soul that cross my path. In other words, I was pissed, and I didn't hesitate to be nice and avoid conflicts, enough of that crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: I am having fun right know, how curious that&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I am with you, I am bored and angry. Right now I am angry, but not&amp;nbsp;precisely&amp;nbsp;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Too bad I closed the window and I can't remember the whole thing, silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Tough, you said something yesterday that actually made me angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: "I do everything to live here"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: I said I did everything to be there (To arrive to meet us at school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Even worse, because you shouted me that, angry. A really stupid comeback, I remark, STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah yeah, I was pissed and I don't want to hear "You don't do that to girls" Fuck that, I do what the fuck I want, aren't we all the same with same rights? Plus it's kind of sexist since it means that women are weak and can't defend themselves. In other words, fuck you. (Not you, my smart reader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: You don't know what I did to be there! I am living a hard life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aww boy! Here we go again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: I can secure you that your life ISN'T HARDER THAN MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I secure it's true, I am not saying to you reader "I have a hard life, plz pity me" No, I meant that she should deal with it, she isn't the only one with problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: I am having a horrible life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: There are people with worse problem that us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: Yeah I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: ...and go through everyday like nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: Well, I be back, my mother want to do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not this bitch's crying pillow. Fuck that, she had her chance, and she know it, she just want to use my left over feelings for her and take advantage, I am NOT her pocket friend. And I am sure I don't want her, I don't love her, and we don't have anything in&amp;nbsp;common, other than being alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824859016654197646-7892394480890962970?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/7892394480890962970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/05/inb4-anything-i-am-writing-this-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/7892394480890962970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/7892394480890962970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/05/inb4-anything-i-am-writing-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-2010997390368007080</id><published>2011-05-03T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:36:51.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ema trying too hard, I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, today I had the last 2 hours of school free (One teacher didn't presented that day and the other had a meeting) And so, I message my dad telling him that I'm already done. Normally it takes him 15 minutes to arrive at school, since it's REALLY FAR from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After I got out of the classroom and I was about to get to the entrance (Everyone have a special place where you chill, right? The entrance of the school is that place for me)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So I was walking minding my own business and then I feel something grab my arm, I knew who that could be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was "Ema" &amp;nbsp;(You know, not her real name BUT we will stick with that) and so she hug me (Since I gave her one &lt;b&gt;THAT TIME&lt;/b&gt;, now she does it every time) so the conversation starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Hey... how's it going? Are you going to ask me for a penny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: &amp;nbsp;:O I gave you a hug and I didn't asked for one, did you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Yeah, since it's normal that you ask ALWAYS for one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: Hey! I will go to your house today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: You always say that and never get there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: But TODAY I shall go! We will even take your dog for a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: My dog (Lucy) doesn't really like me, she likes more my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: Well, but I shall go to your house tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so her 2 near friends heard "House tonight" and that were everything started to take a, different course. One blonde haired and a Black haired one. I'm running out of names here, so let's just call them Blonde and black, excuse my lack of originality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde &amp;amp; Black: ooohhh at night, uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: ! Stay quiet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: *Looks around like a normal idle animation* (Too much RDRedemption)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: So I will go, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: You always say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: I never go cause you never agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: I always say "Alright then"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: The last time you said I couldn't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Cause my family comes tired from work and they don't feel like dealing with people (True)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: But we could just talk on the&amp;nbsp;side walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: But that's not the way I threat guest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She: *Impressed*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde: You two make a nice couple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: H-hey! S-Shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so she does that little "hit you but playing" thing while I just look my way to scape to the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde: Hey do you think she is pretty? *Grabs and plays with Ema's hair* She does have pretty hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: So Ema, what you were saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde: Do you want her as a girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: ! S-stay quiet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: Shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde: Hey! I'm just trying to get you a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here is when I wanted to have a girlfriend, NO, not her, one already, just to spawn and say:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Hey! He's mine, stay away from him! *hiss* "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone, even if that meant to spawn something from another dimension and reality, Cynthia, Rosalina, Yukari, Peacock/OrangePrincess, Roll, ANYTHING AND ANYONE even freaking Flandre (The real one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cause I was feeling kind of,&amp;nbsp;uncomfortable,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and cause whatever I said here, could end me up with, either a girlfriend (that could be more of a tool, you know, not really interested, just use her for my... sexual desires (Kissing, feel her, parts and... others)) or end up with&amp;nbsp;communications, sorry if I sound like a jerk, I live in a man's body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why? CAUSE it could have got me out of there in an, epic manner (Tough, it could mean "End of communication with ema" but, whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT NO! That never happen and probably won't, unless Yukari exist somewhere and for some reason she decided to stop by just to say that, which is most likely never going to happen, I'm a geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, Flash back flash&amp;nbsp;back,&amp;nbsp;you can give me the flash....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde: Do you want her as a girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: ! S-stay quiet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ema: Shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blonde: Hey! I'm just trying to get you a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Right, I need to go, see ya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I walked away and I mentally waved "whatever" like John/Jack Marston on the mission "American Appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;s" (6:44)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z4RgyxDWJL0?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;While they just stay frozen, apparently like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Ema: You screw it up blonde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;So that's what happen today, hope you enjoyed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;tough she seems nice to touch and fuck..&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/3824859016654197646-2010997390368007080?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/2010997390368007080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/05/ema-trying-too-hard-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/2010997390368007080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/2010997390368007080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2011/05/ema-trying-too-hard-i-think.html' title='Ema trying too hard, I think'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z4RgyxDWJL0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-1188295379508121751</id><published>2010-09-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T02:01:37.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you shouldn&apos;t have done that jadusable xradicald paranormal ben majora mask zelda the legend of'/><title type='text'>Ben and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This post contains swearing and ''grown up'' words. You have been warned, tough i think you hear worse things at school any ways, even from the teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First of all let me get things straight, i don't think this is all, you know, real and all. I think it's just really a coincidence and have it's reasons, but i would like tobelieve it was ben. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyways let's get started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1.- Ben drowned me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One day, I woke up tired, confused, sweating and with my mouth full taste of salt, like if you drink water from the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's like when Zora link found the Elegy of emptiness statue on the great bay, on the ocean floor. On the Creepy pasta, that meant that ''Ben'' drowned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I said ''Haha, ben drowned me'' Since:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A) Sweating would represent the ocean water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;B) Confused and tired would be after stop trying to fight for my life and, just get drown (Which by the way i think is one of the most horrible ways to die)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;C) Salt would be, well, the salt that the ocean have that i swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After that i laughed because the coincidence, Ben going after me? Psst, why me of all the people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2.- Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before getting to sleep, i cuddle next to my bigger brother (In a the same way that the babies are inside their mothers, Fetal pose or something), since i read some creepy pastas and, they were scaring me (The minecraft one and the one of the Angel being called boogie man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First i was scared, looking in the dark, it looked like &lt;a href="http://minecraftwiki.net/wiki/Herobrine"&gt;Herobrine&lt;/a&gt; was there, in the corner watching me. Then i said ''&lt;a href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x204/XradicalD/1285142312622.jpg"&gt;Oh, good thing that I have angels that protect me.... Oh shit the boogie man&lt;/a&gt;'' (I am Christian BTW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After some time I manage to sleep. After that i had the dream but here's the thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today (September 23, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dream that i was EXACTLY on my room, same sleeping position, same furniture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Like this, but without the daylight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJuwwXbfLvI/AAAAAAAAACU/J9nCSuK4vE8/s1600/Blog+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJuwwXbfLvI/AAAAAAAAACU/J9nCSuK4vE8/s320/Blog+4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was my room, but more dark. (Like this, but with easy photoshop editing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJuw5RLKNrI/AAAAAAAAACc/7OAF6Dy-kOA/s1600/Blog+05.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJuw5RLKNrI/AAAAAAAAACc/7OAF6Dy-kOA/s320/Blog+05.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dream that i was playing Majora's Mask on my laptop (Full screen), i was at great bay, at night, playing as zora link, i was at the bottom of the beach (Of the entrance of the area) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520189160195142946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJumy0JktSI/AAAAAAAAACE/2JBjCMfQ0t8/s400/Blog+01.png" style="display: block; height: 303px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet, there was a dense fog and i said ''Man, if ben appears...'' And said and done he appeared (As the Elegy of emptiness statue) But he was laying down in front of link, then he stand of, not in an animation, like, the next frame he was stand up. I was really scared i was like ''Ooooh shit, i am so screw'd'' I wanted to press ''C-Up'' to look at him, but everything went slow motion, REALLY slow, i couldn't press up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Instantly after that, I was again, in my room, but I think on the same position as the ''Death Link'' (Which i found out that it's the pose when you're being swag'd by the skull kid) My eyes were open, but i couldn't move, i was trap, i was dead. (Like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJu3NKjaPcI/AAAAAAAAACs/10jjt5PfKY4/s1600/blog+07.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJu3NKjaPcI/AAAAAAAAACs/10jjt5PfKY4/s320/blog+07.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I knew things were really wrong, i was TOO scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After that i woke up, with a relief that it was only a dream, was it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now some explainations about what could cause this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;General: This week i had exams, partials, it's like the final boss of the subjects of this semester, so i was stressed and under pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1st thing, drown: I can't really explain that one, since, i didn't had anything weird for dinner, and i have the air conditioner on, so, it's cold in my room. Anyone here can explain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2nd thing, dream: Well, i slept at, 5:00Am and i had school at 8:00 (Plus i wake up at 6 to get things ready for school) I was tired and i knew i wasn't going to sleep a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really like Ben, I think he's cute (wat?) and say the most nice things like ''Even if nothing is said, I be there watching'' Like an angel, but he won't harm to the ones that harm me, and probably try to rape me when he gets the chance, so that sucks on ice. Jadusable watch for your monster please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJusyp_DKzI/AAAAAAAAACM/EXO5lJg15Ds/s1600/Blog+02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJusyp_DKzI/AAAAAAAAACM/EXO5lJg15Ds/s320/Blog+02.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, anything else? If i later dream about getting killed by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.zeldawiki.org/Gomess"&gt;Ramirez, i mean, gomess&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Majoras mask I would totally believe about Ben existence, if not, just coincidence&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeldawiki.org/images/b/b9/Gomess1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://www.zeldawiki.org/images/b/b9/Gomess1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or if Luna decide to talk to me about me being one of her sons, brix will be shat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_877856320"&gt;Hijo de la luna,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aon40XWsRwU"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De padre canela, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ació un niño, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;lanco como el lomo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wait hold the phones, is getting suspicious here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3824859016654197646-1188295379508121751?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/1188295379508121751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2010/09/ben-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1188295379508121751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1188295379508121751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2010/09/ben-and-me.html' title='Ben and me'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SnnqNx5PLw/TJuwwXbfLvI/AAAAAAAAACU/J9nCSuK4vE8/s72-c/Blog+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-1976543263610324256</id><published>2009-08-10T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:14:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double ice cream, why do i deserve it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything started at my grandma house. Since my cousing live there, I was playing with him some sonic games. After a while my dad said ''Jonathan, we are doing a 1st trip to the house, you're coming?'' (We do 2 trips, since my mom never stops of talking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my cousin said ''Jona Can i can i?'' I knew what he was going to ask so i said ''No!'' (He want to go to my house, what i don't like is that he never have a plan of what to do, he just come to my house and see what to do. On the rare cases that i want to go to play with him, i go with some games, and my DS and money of course) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But he didn't give up easy, just after i said no, he asked me infront of all the family ''Jonathan, can i go to your house???'' I was like ''FFFF!!!'' But i said ''No abraham'' Then her mother said ''Why not?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone was looking at me with a face of ''Well, what are you going to say?'' I hate when my cousin do that, cause it's hard to explain why not. Anyways, after a few moments of thinking i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;''Because, I normally sleep. Also I think i heard my dad said that we were going to see a movie, also, normally Abraham doesn't know what to do. Also, once time, he was playing and i fell asleep (True history) after i woke up, he was still playing. And normally, he calls you if you can go to my house and pick him up'' (Yeah lots of also)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that i said: ''Unless you really want to go Abraham...'' Now he was doubting that he wanted to go, but my aunt (His mother) Said: Go abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cousing said: But they are going to see a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My aunt: So what? You can go with them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A silence time pass and i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;''No? Ok then, bye.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After i entered to the car i was like ''Victory dance!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On my house i got a bit sleepy so i slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then my mother woke me up and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;''Your cousing is downstairs, go and invite him to play with you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was all sleepy and angry, but then my mother said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;''I will own you a blizard from Dairy Queen son''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew that it was gonna be good. But i slept once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After i woke up,i hear kids on the streeth playing with the dirty water (It actually rain while i was sleep) They were asking to the cars to splash the streeth water to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went down to see what my cousing was doing. He was on the kitchen, watching the kids playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After he saw me enter to the kitchen, i just walk to him like if i was gonna punch him. (IT'S GOODY TIME!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was like ''No jona i didn't do anything!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I trow a fake punch and i laugh. Then he talk to me about the kids that were playing. I grabed some ''Oh's'' cereal, apple flavor from the quaker guy (That cereal is the best) while i was eating my cereal my cousin was talking. After i done i said ''Come upstairs to play''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We played Left 4 dead, Super Smash brothers brawl ''Space emisary mode'' since he doesn't have brawl and the main history is easy to understand. He doesn't know how to speak english after all. Yeah, L4D was on spanish so, it wasn't any trouble for him to understand (He is 11 or 10 BTW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At nine, my mother came up and said ''Let's go for the ice cream'' I was like in my mind ''It wasn't so bad after all, i played a lot and i'm getting an ice cream, sweet!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AT DAIRY'S QUEEN STORE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, after some trip on car, we made it to Dairy's Queen. I love the ice cream there. We went to the ''Drive tru'' obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But there was this guy that sounds like if he was new. He took like 20 minutes to take such a simple order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that we pass to the part where you pay and get your damn ice cream. The guy took a long time to at least, give us one ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case you don't know, there's a promotion at Dairy's queen that, if they don't put your ''Blizard'' upside down it's free, and if they do and it fell, you get a free one''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This dude, do that and he trow part of the ice cream on the window, his face was like ''Oh shit....'' And so he went inside again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were laughing so damn hard! Also we were doing joke of the time that he took ''Ma'am, are you still here??''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After some time, a lady came out and said, ''here are you vanilla cone, and 3 blizzard'' And i was like ''What about mine mom?'' Probably, mine was the one that the guy trow, darn. Then the lady came to clean his partner mess. after 2 minutes i got my blizzard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all the trip, my mom said ''Looks like i own you another ice cream'' And i say ''God bless that guy!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well that was the videotape boys, how was it? If you couldn't understand, i need to go to Harmon Hall again...&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/3824859016654197646-1976543263610324256?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/1976543263610324256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/08/double-ice-cream-why-do-i-deserve-it.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1976543263610324256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/1976543263610324256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/08/double-ice-cream-why-do-i-deserve-it.html' title='Double ice cream, why do i deserve it.'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-3071015291340307332</id><published>2009-07-21T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:13:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The questions that i did to SSoH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case you wonder what questions did i make to ssoh, here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.- How would you rate 1 to 5 these nintendo princess: Rosalina, Daisy, Peach, Zelda, Midna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.- What's your favorite SNES game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.- If you had 3 wishes, what would they be (It's a classy one, isn't?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.- If you live with mario, how you think it would be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.- Do you have brawl? If you do, then who's your favorite character?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.- Do you have a nice video editing software?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.- What do you hate more on a Mario ROM hack (without counting the black piranhas spam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.- The worst ROM hack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.- Have you ever played Team Fortress 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.- Are you interested on Valve games?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.- Who's better, Master Chief or Mario?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.- If you could have a super power, what would it be and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.- If you had the opportunity to go somewhere on this world, where would it be? (I'm betting that you will answer germany)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.- What do you think that ProtonJonh isn't going to do (For now i guess) any mario ROM hacks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.- If you could have a TV Show, of what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.- Left or right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.- Read this fast a few times: I am Sofa King Wee Todd Id&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.- Have you played Metal Slug? If you do, give us an oppinion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.- What do you think of New Super Mario Bross for Wii? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.- What do you think if SMW could be played with 2 persons on a same screen? Even Rom hacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.- Vince or Billy Mays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.- What do you think of FRED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.- Can you do a backflip or something like that? and if you can, can you do it for camera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.- Where's that DAMN fourth chaos emerald!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.- Favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.- What's what you love to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.- Your kind of woman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.- Awesome face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.- Pills here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.- Your opinions on fads (Remember me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.- Weegee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.- If you could do a machinima, of what would it be and what game would you use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.- Anything that you always wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.- And for the last question, what's your favorite hotdog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it folks, now go home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824859016654197646-3071015291340307332?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/3071015291340307332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-that-i-did-to-ssoh.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/3071015291340307332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/3071015291340307332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-that-i-did-to-ssoh.html' title='The questions that i did to SSoH'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-7311124936586449250</id><published>2009-07-08T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:58:10.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='df'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xradicald'/><title type='text'>Mexico City bad experiences....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, before i go to mexico city (I live in Hermosillo, Sonora, in case you wonder) I had a few bad experiences on Mexico City, i can only remember 2, now let's beggin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;''Shall we?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1) Stucked foot on the subway train door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1a/Metro_DF_Galeria.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i tough that being on an unknown city was bad, this happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it happen once, i was like, uh, 8 or 10. That day we were on a hurry ''GET TO TEH SHOOPA!!'' reference would do it. I was gonna board the ''Metro'' when it closes the door. I was scared! I started to cry (I could have loss the live there, the train could have just start tomoving and my skin would have been all over the wall) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously i was all scared, the good thing is that the train has this mechanism that open the door if something is blocking it from closing, and the train avoid from moving. After that, we entered the train, my mom got seat and i just lay on her legs while crying, there was this weirdo looking at me with a creepy smile (That spah is a pedophile!) Now i have been more carefull with the train, but the fear is still there when i see the train door opening for me, waiting to crush my bones with the walls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Trow up on the subway (Again on the subway)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything started on the plane, i guess i was like 12 or 13 this time. They gave us this weird potato chips mix, it had peanuts, chily and all that things. I used to eat the one that they gave me, and one that they gave to my brother. After that, i feel like it was in the middle of my troath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was all the day like that, also tired, we walked who knows how long, just to see the independence angel statue (I seriously was about to trow up) Then we went to one of those sissy formal restaurants, all i ate was a milkshake, cause i really didn't wanted to ate something, but i didn't wanted to pass the nigth with no DINNER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we aboard the Metro, it was night, we were about to arrive to my uncle house. I was dizzed There was lot of people on the Metro, we were like tunnas, i was standed up next to my bigger brother Daniel, i just layed my head on his arm and actually sleep for a few minutes, i was all tired. Then we walked out of the metro, i was like ''Mom, i don't feel too good....'' It was like Conker's BFD then my mom grabbed my arm, a few steps i trowed up, it was embarrasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks God my mom didn't freaked out, she just took out a little tissue, and cleaned a bit of her arm (A bit of my vomit fell on her, dang) overall all at least i was free of my sickness if you can call it like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i was worried that, that momment was gonna be on the news (Don't ask me why i tough that, it's stupid but normally people uses everything for TV purpuses).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess that's it, now when i see that picture up there, i say to me ''I can't believe that I'm going to that place again!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wish me luck guys and pray for me. Cause if something happens to me, i doubt someone of my family knows how to upload the Hack file.&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/3824859016654197646-7311124936586449250?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/7311124936586449250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/07/mexico-city-bad-experiences.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/7311124936586449250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/7311124936586449250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/07/mexico-city-bad-experiences.html' title='Mexico City bad experiences....'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824859016654197646.post-8136958905715958413</id><published>2009-07-07T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:44:12.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xradicald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>The house on the left thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well i just watched a movie with my brother, it wasn't all that scary, just suspense. The thing is in resume, the bad guys got a a taste of their own medicine. This seriously makes you think, what if would be on that situation? With all the killers and all that. Makes your inner killer come out and say ''Come and get some!'' Man,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;this is just like counter strike!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The main actress (The daughter, Mary) was actually pretty :3,  Too bad she got raped on the movie D: Yes, explicic momments, i was like O.O And probably my brother was the same, good that he changed the time line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But what would you do if you're in that kind of situation? Like, getting on that kind of situation, falcon punch some of the killers, trying to scape, play Hide and Go seek, etc.&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/3824859016654197646-8136958905715958413?l=xradicald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/feeds/8136958905715958413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-on-left-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/8136958905715958413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824859016654197646/posts/default/8136958905715958413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xradicald.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-on-left-thing.html' title='The house on the left thing'/><author><name>XradicalD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07126489651406271095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbNPY0PvCk0/TcDqi8v1U4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mTP0DvYT5to/s220/XHarlowD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
