<?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-2367791806456293548</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:05:36.515+08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='people: Olivia'/><category term='people: Cass'/><category term='i&apos;m nice'/><category term='pretty: people'/><category term='me: thriller movie fangirl'/><category term='death'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='music: mates of state'/><category term='me: I&apos;m alive so far'/><category term='people: Shermaine'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='people: Natalie'/><category term='dangerous'/><category term='belief and stuff'/><category term='me: photobooth'/><category term='music: the postal service'/><category term='truth'/><category term='recipe: hummus'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='people: Beverley'/><category term='music: dirty projectors'/><category term='i&apos;m so lonely *hokkien vulgarities*'/><category term='me: the fire fight'/><category term='me: hated by all'/><category term='music: noah and the whale'/><category term='taglines'/><category term='pretty: html'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='expression: yay'/><category term='people: God'/><category term='inhibition? what&apos;s that?'/><category term='people: Mavis'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='people: mummy'/><category term='trailer: the lovely bones'/><category term='people: Brenda'/><category term='people: cath...'/><category term='me: happy -- just found new music'/><category term='me: happier'/><category term='sappy stuff'/><category term='junk'/><category term='teen vogue'/><category term='people: emma watson'/><category term='music: the killers'/><category term='life'/><category term='expression: ugh'/><category term='trash'/><category term='music: rachael yamagata'/><category term='people: Jasmine'/><category term='music: mew'/><category term='people: Nicole'/><category term='list: to-do'/><category term='pretty: clothes'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='pretty: pictures'/><category term='me: this is how i feel'/><category term='vanity fair'/><category term='people: N'/><category term='music: coldplay'/><title type='text'>Sarah Roxanne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-4133868975002908614</id><published>2009-08-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:12:21.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Gotten bored of me shifting blogs all the time? You're about to get even more bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise from within the depths of my soul that this &lt;a href="http://thismighty.xanga.com"&gt;is&lt;/a&gt; the last one in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people who bother finding out where I blog all the time, I have to keep you on your toes you see. But this is the final one. PROMISE. Because the username is special and stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-4133868975002908614?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4133868975002908614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4133868975002908614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_05.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-1759118747794772910</id><published>2009-08-05T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:06:39.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer: the lovely bones'/><title type='text'>NATALIE NG HUI SHAN ROCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzQHPECkhsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzQHPECkhsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU DANSEDESUBURBIA FOR TELLING ME ABOUT THIS I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer still matches my blog. Haha. Ok. History tiemz.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm spamming all my thoughts before I withdraw from blogging completely, or semi-completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-1759118747794772910?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/1759118747794772910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/1759118747794772910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/natalie-ng-hui-shan-rocks.html' title='NATALIE NG HUI SHAN ROCKS'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2318034720677384100</id><published>2009-08-05T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:52:25.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was walking through the park last night and one guy threw sodium chloride on me and another covered me in sulphuric acid.&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible. I didn't know how to react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2318034720677384100?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2318034720677384100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2318034720677384100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2587086470385158671</id><published>2009-08-05T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:56:25.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sappy stuff'/><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>"God is using you in mighty ways He just told me to drop the wanderer from your blog name. You are no wanderer He says :)" - Nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of complete surrender intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in school. So my sore throat has escalated into a cough which is shockingly recovering now? My throat does not hurt at all now. You have to hurt before you become new again I can ~*proverbise*~ every little event in my life so well. thismighty........ Me. Had great conversations this morning. Sometimes I just need some encouragement. Thanks guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably not be blogging that often now. November 13th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2587086470385158671?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2587086470385158671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2587086470385158671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-86870280908502092</id><published>2009-08-04T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:30:46.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: rachael yamagata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sappy stuff'/><title type='text'>Elephants</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've been such a downer lately :( Fun blogs soon! After Penang.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If the elephants have past lives, yet are destined to always remember, it's no wonder how they scream. Like you and I, they must have some temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am dreaming of them on the plains, dirtying up their beds watching for some sign of rain to cool their hot heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how dare that you send me that card when I'm doing all that I can do? You are forcing me to remember and all I want is to just forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tiger shall protect her young and, tell me, how did you slip by? All my instincts have failed me for once, I must have somehow slept the whole night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am dreaming of them with their kill, tearing it all apart, blood dripping from their lips, teeth sinking into heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how dare that you say you will call when you know I need some peace of mind? If you had to take sides with the animals, won't you do it with one who is kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the hawks in the tree need the dead, if you're living, you don't stand a chance, for a time, though you share the same bed. There are only two ends to this dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can flee with your wound just in time or lie there as he feeds, watching yourself ripped to shreds, laughing as you bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you falling in love: Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right; throw yourself in the midst of danger but keep one eye open at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;it describes a real situation though. it's like&lt;br /&gt;someone likes someone but they know they have to let the person go&lt;br /&gt;and they can't&lt;br /&gt;and the person keeps drawing them back&lt;br /&gt;it's like no matter what they do they can't forget. sigh&lt;br /&gt;it's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like sometimes when i like someone&lt;br /&gt;i really give them all my emotion? it's extreme&lt;br /&gt;and then it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to let go because&lt;br /&gt;you get so used to thinking about the person all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the way I know you are always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;. Because even though today was full of chaos (misguided attempt at eating an apple to cure my sore throat; 4 bottles of Chinese herbal tea; pirated cable; good floorball; English) I can't help but mention you the first chance I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's me being a teenager. Either way it's beautiful, I wish I could bottle it and sell it but it probably wouldn't do that well because nobody needs to buy a vial of an emotion they already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants says:&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it's easier to pretend to be happy&lt;br /&gt;than explain to them why I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to depress you one by one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-86870280908502092?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/86870280908502092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/86870280908502092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/elephants.html' title='Elephants'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2396629592673128206</id><published>2009-08-03T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:39:03.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief and stuff'/><title type='text'>The week/weak in Bears.</title><content type='html'>Today on my walk, backdropped (not a word, but it will do) by Rachael Yamagata, typed into the Notes section of my iPod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells like rain and I'm glad I made friends with the Sun today. Me and my friends (who weather through themselves) share the same thoughts and things we say are buried in hills of cement and clay.&lt;br /&gt;The bears come out to play and I reckon this to be a test of faith of another kind. So I will make the bears my friends and we will dance with the Sun tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Now the sky strips off its coat of violet and it is black underneath. And I start to wonder if these bears are still my friends. The smallest one tries to hold my hand. But it grazes its paw against my feet and leaves a mark and I know danger when I see it... I really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Sun with its rays tucked to its sides; a flaming friend that smiles at me; tells me to be free, not to worry that the bears have lost their warmth. I chased it across the wheat. The bears are after me and I CAN'T SHAKE THEM OFF. The Sun held one of its rays outstretched. The Sun said, "You are My daughter and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the Son.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this pain going to take control of me? (You have to be with me) God, in Your power, could You make some sense of this? (Fighting for You only) God, if I crumble, could You take me back to forever? So I could love You beyond this."&lt;br /&gt;- Landscape of the Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2396629592673128206?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2396629592673128206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2396629592673128206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekweak-in-bears.html' title='The week/weak in Bears.'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2727770126620516079</id><published>2009-08-02T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:52:12.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression: yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Letters scribbled on church service bulletins</title><content type='html'>When you're young and you have a crush on someone who doesn't really like you as much as you like him, just shrug it off. You're both going to grow up into wonderful people and think back and be able to laugh about the situation. Like... I could've liked you ten-fold how you liked me and now when I think about how you never wrote on my facebook wall back when I was fifteen, I LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Older Me to Future Ex-Boyfriend &amp;amp; Present Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2727770126620516079?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2727770126620516079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2727770126620516079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters-scribbled-on-church-service.html' title='Letters scribbled on church service bulletins'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-6938899397307597533</id><published>2009-08-02T11:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:53:55.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Brenda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Cass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: happier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: the fire fight'/><title type='text'>I feel better.</title><content type='html'>I THINK I MIGHT HAVE FOUND MY SOULMATE!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I scribbled down&lt;br /&gt;"Give me grace to look beyond the malice and god, give me strength to weather through 16." and then I wrote a whole entire song with like A MELODY and VERSES and SHIT. WOW. Like, I know I say I always write songs, but I don't. Lah. I write lyrics that happen to fit into nice chord progressions (which are all the same. I FAIL.). Hehehehe. But now I feel accomplished. And happy. And content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He does read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Dan Humphrey. I caught Season 1 of GG on DVD and then gave up watching it. It is a nice show, though. My favourite things about Josh Schwartz are Chuck and The OC. And the fact that he married Rachel Bilson's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which goes on to exemplify how much I like love stories. I romanticise everything. EVERYTHING. HELP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. No. Resigned sigh. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people find my bad jokes funny. DO YOU FIND MY BAD JOKES FUNNY? Like when we were taking our temperature in the morning (in school) and my temperature was 35.2 and it was 35.4 the day before, and I was a bit disconcerted by my cold-blooded nature so I told Brenda, "I'm just your regular half-reptile, half mammal. I'm a remmal." I then proceeded to laugh long and hard. That's what she said. HAHAHAHA ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Cass: Sarah, I like how the jokes you find funniest are your own.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I NEED TO TWEET THAT! I NEED TO TWEET THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tweet it. But at this point, everyone's like, "Yeah ok, is there anything you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; tweet?" To which I simply answer, "No, no there isn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the quiet beneath the trees, do you remember the days that were so beautiful to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still maintain the desire to have more songs with horn sections in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had perfect sentence structure. Then my life would be PERFECT too. I'm going swimming today. And studying Social Studies and Chemistry by the poolside. I'm a Libra-- we're all about *~balance~*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;It always should be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-6938899397307597533?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6938899397307597533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6938899397307597533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-better.html' title='I feel better.'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-3844080239205731231</id><published>2009-08-01T23:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:26:43.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inhibition? what&apos;s that?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>Claustrophobia.... right.......</title><content type='html'>WROTE A RIDICULOUSLY LONG PARAGRAPH ABOUT HOW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYONE'S BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE IS SO PAINFULLY HIP&lt;/span&gt; THAT THEY DON'T REALLY KNOW IF THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE A PATHOLOGICAL OVER-THINKER&lt;/span&gt; OR SMILE AND BE POLITE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTEAD OF GETTING TO KNOW YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I hate divulging secrets and that everything could be summarised in one sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been editing and deleting! *feels better* what's with my compulsions? I feel compelled to do the strangest things, make the strangest things look nice, make the strangest things look ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know my fate if I keep up this way&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to want to stay awake and everyone you meet they all seem to be asleep&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if you're missing your dream&lt;br /&gt;You can't see your dream&lt;br /&gt;You can't see your dream&lt;br /&gt;You just can't see your dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-3844080239205731231?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3844080239205731231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3844080239205731231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/08/scene-claustrophobia-right.html' title='Claustrophobia.... right.......'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2349046847648824172</id><published>2009-07-30T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:19:35.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Shermaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Cass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Beverley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: cath...'/><title type='text'>The core of my love</title><content type='html'>I've found that some people aren't looking for friendship. They want the frills that go along with whatever screwed-up idea they have of you and what you're willing to give to them. They don't want the companionship. They want the perverse joy of waving at you and having you wave back, they crave the twisted way they can make your stomach roll over twice when they make you feel like it's all your fault. It's not your fault. I've found most everyone has either a pre-formed, ill-formed impression of me or no impression at all. And the basis of every being is the need to work at being Special. That's what life is. Life is carving away what is exactly the same about you as everyone else until all that's left is your exposed, naked and mundane soul. Because there really is no need for you to try so hard. You want to shed the parts of yourself that aren't original. You can't. Your very core belongs to someone else. It's rightfully owned by whoever made you (Whoever you believe in -- the centre of your belief system, basically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friendship;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship's just become another taboo we're not supposed to uncover. It's an F word. And we've become a generation that goes against that taboo and we throw around the word 'friend' so loosely that it becomes another part of teenage novelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't become someone's friend until you truly understand them. You can be acquaintances, even if the word comes out looking cold and impersonal. What's really impersonal is that you can't even fathom the thought that maybe your 'friend' doesn't think about you the same way. You're not friends until you can hold someone's hand and prop her back up when her heart's about to fall out of her rib cage from the pressure of the consistent stabbing of her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't make friendship a commodity until you decide you want to use someone for your own personal advancement and advantage. It's........ I don't quite know how to explain. It's like I crave friendship and I give so much of myself to my friends, I don't quite know what's left in me to discern whether these relationships are real or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2349046847648824172?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2349046847648824172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2349046847648824172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/core-of-my-love.html' title='The core of my love'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-7542221812121342681</id><published>2009-07-30T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:24:35.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: the killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m so lonely *hokkien vulgarities*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: this is how i feel'/><title type='text'>All these things that I have done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so much older than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think)&lt;/span&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/2367791806456293548-7542221812121342681?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/7542221812121342681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/7542221812121342681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-these-things-that-i-have-done.html' title='All these things that I have done'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-4323107985727548281</id><published>2009-07-25T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:18:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+/-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have a feeling I'll always been alone. And it won't go away given any circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-4323107985727548281?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4323107985727548281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4323107985727548281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='+/-'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-7903026874070938837</id><published>2009-07-25T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:16:26.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Youtube</title><content type='html'>Ok! I've deleted my youtube videos and am going to start vlogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found film at the bottom of my Solar System school bag while I was clearing it out, so... whoever I meet later on, I hope you're in the mood for taking pictures or are just effortlessly photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3 girl: Why do you read magazines backwards *gives disgusted look*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you read magazines forwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Harry Potter and bumped into Frances at the cinema. HP was good and I do not understand why there have been so many bad reviews about it! No spoilers, I shall divulge. And my mom didn't like it that much. But I have loved every HP book and movie, but not as much as &lt;a href="http://dansedesuburbia.livejournal.com"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt;. Natalie stakes claim over all the Internet for being the Original Singaporean Harry Potter Fangirl. So if that's you walking along the corridors of St. Nicholas remarking on how much you like Draco Malfoy, then proceeding to proclaim yourself as the biggest HP fan ever, You have not met Natalie. And you would probably annoy her very much if you two should ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate popcorn from a cauldron and drank out of a wizard's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in front of us insisted on removing his arm rest and sprawling between two seats, because arm rests are soooo below him and are for lesser people. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-7903026874070938837?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/7903026874070938837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/7903026874070938837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/youtube.html' title='Youtube'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-3406011773577472369</id><published>2009-07-23T22:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:31:39.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1225/10/84/722932758/n722932758_1252439_8384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1225/10/84/722932758/n722932758_1252439_8384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-3406011773577472369?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3406011773577472369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3406011773577472369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2604065804190620960</id><published>2009-07-18T12:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:15:51.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: I&apos;m alive so far'/><title type='text'>Atonement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SmFVQ4S8jcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L4NxMAEDsLg/s1600-h/20090401145009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SmFVQ4S8jcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L4NxMAEDsLg/s400/20090401145009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359658780025720258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous of the stranger living in my position, the one who can be counted as part of my exterior shell, who, in fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my entire exterior shell. The alien who accepts the way this cycle works - hurt, apologies, smiles, forgiveness (give or take the minutes it takes to forget the ones you've offended); laughs freely, is obnoxious when needed, quietens herself in the face of her Maker, comes off as a bit too interested in what the world has to offer... but all this because she is Okay. She isn't "Not okay" and sure as hell does not have days where she even begins to fathom what it would be like if she were "Not okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Alien living as Me can put a tick next to society's checklist (Doesn't think about what would happen if she weren't alive? Check. Smiles when someone says Hello? Check. Gets angry when aggravated? Check.) then I am problem-free. But what if I decide to rear my ugly head in place of this Stranger/Alien/Complete Polar Opposite? What if I decide to think about what would happen if I weren't alive (I do); and stop smiling everytime someone greeted me (Well on my way there); or stare blankly at the space behind you when you provoke me? Then does that make me different? Finally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm not Okay with restricting myself to the person I've built up the past 15 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts like this: the person you thought you were begins to slowly tear herself up; the process is slow but it exists. And then slowly, she leaves and there's no more fight for power, because you've won the first battle. But now you subject yourself to the highest highs and the lowest lows. You become less immune to tantrums. And you're no longer social. And anxiety is the norm for you (again) and it feels like even the simplest things become decisions you have to make (Should I breathe? Should I think?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the real self-effacing stomach-sinking-to-pit moment happens and you realise that you are no longer You. And your friends start to leave you -- abandonment that's quiet and guilty (they know they should stick around, but they can't). They leave because they can't find a way to stay. And you think to yourself, that if there was blame to be put on shoulders, it would be theirs. They're too weak to handle me. But you know that the truth is, You can't even handle you, and that's why this monster that's been hiding in your body is now exposed, and you find yourself indulging in old habits (bad habits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the problem is you. So yeah... when it comes down to that, I don't know who will still be there. For now, I'm Okay. But tomorrow... tomorrow, I'm not so sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2604065804190620960?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2604065804190620960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2604065804190620960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/atonement.html' title='Atonement'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SmFVQ4S8jcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/L4NxMAEDsLg/s72-c/20090401145009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-165497986619105453</id><published>2009-07-18T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:48:19.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: happier'/><title type='text'>Firetruck.</title><content type='html'>About 7:36AM&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since about 6.50, woke up and couldn't get back to sleep so I studied Organic Chemistry. Studying whenever I can, trying to patch up the holes in this little study schedule thing whilst hoping Hard Work is a good look on me. Going to watch HIMYM and Nip/Tuck after this. Will probably be yawning by the time I go for the wedding. But revising is important and it is beginning to consume my entire day. I work my entire schedule around it... but that's important right now... Yeah I'm a nerd *spontaneously combusts into a leprechaun carrying Ten Year Series*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1 last night after I spotted a lizard on my ceiling (right above my head) as I lay down on my bed. Then proceeded to usher it out of my room using a paper ball repeatedly tossed NEAR it (not AT it... lizards have feelings too you know). Then fell asleep. Tiredness is next to Me Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potter mania has hit. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny boys make me smile. Yes, it's not a lie. Read some Elle article about girls with short hair (me) who like articulate, funny guys (me). If you are articulate and funny, please show yourself. But only after November 13, thanks. If you have some pop culture knowledge, that's good, but even better if you can tell me who was in the latest supplement of Time (thanks Mrs Tan, you who generously donates your old copies of Time to the school library regularly). If you can form a complex sentence with double negatives, all WHILE remaining coherent and eloquent, I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go back to watching HIMYM..... NPH is bringing sexy back one suit at the bar a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-165497986619105453?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/165497986619105453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/165497986619105453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/firetruck.html' title='Firetruck.'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-3952768812869693563</id><published>2009-07-17T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:18:17.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: hated by all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Mavis'/><title type='text'>Everyone has H1N1</title><content type='html'>I am aware I've been boring lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew MacMahon looks like an older McLovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair (the 2008 Young Hollywood issue) Random spammage ensues after the full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl07_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 653px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl07_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl06_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 653px; height: 449px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl06_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl03_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 653px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl03_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl02_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 653px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl02_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl01_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 653px; height: 458px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl01_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl05_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 562px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl05_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl04_nextwave0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 636px;" src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2008/08/cusl04_nextwave0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking a life-altering examination in 3 months time. If I do well, I could go where I want to go. If I don't, then I won't. I won't. I don't know. Hate to sound like a victim of an ill-constructed education system, but... I mean, it's not that bad, but it's bad. Periodic tables, Qualitative Analysis (?), etc... at the expense of morals and basic decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an A for being able to draw metaphors out of thin air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be going to church tomorrow as I will be attending a wedding. And then there's Sunday. And then Monday rolls around and the week passes by. Then Saturday is Hillsong. Then Sunday. Then Monday, etc etc etc You get the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to take a nap then revise Chemistry and Biology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the library we took a break and exchanged second-hand texts with Greg. Talked about REALLY OLD PEOPLE we do not know. Well, not REALLY OLD, within the range of 23 to 34. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today everyone decided it was "Hate Sarah Day". I'm serious. I got emotionally abandoned by everyone for no effing reason. Yeah I don't really semi-curse. I can feel a lot of anger (mostly sadness) coursing through me now which is weird because I was calm at the start of this... But Mavis told me a cute joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mavis: What do you call something that's black and white, then white, then black, then white, then black and white again?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I do not know&lt;br /&gt;Mavis: A penguin rolling down a hill&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahaha cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mavis: Ok, what do you call something that's black and white and laughing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: A laughing penguin&lt;br /&gt;Mavis: Close&lt;br /&gt;Me: A penguin after hearing this joke&lt;br /&gt;Mavis: No&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Mavis: The penguin who pushed the first penguin down the hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-3952768812869693563?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3952768812869693563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3952768812869693563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyone-has-h1n1.html' title='Everyone has H1N1'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-6247554022925691327</id><published>2009-07-12T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:31:16.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: mummy'/><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>My mum is so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking about going to the wedding of this guy whose family has a history of being sexist and racist)&lt;br /&gt;Me: why do I have to go? it's not like he'd come to mine even if I did invite him&lt;br /&gt;Mum: because he will only get married once&lt;br /&gt;Me: what makes you think he's only going to get married once?!?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: second one you don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking about scene kids. she thinks they're called scene kids because they are 'seen' everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: are they the ones with mullets all over the place?&lt;br /&gt;Me: how do you know what a mullet is? (I meant this curiously, not in the YOU ARE LIVING UNDER A ROCK way. trust me, she reads US Weekly, she's def not living under a rock) billy ray cyrus?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: nope, you told me before. business in the front, party in the back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-6247554022925691327?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6247554022925691327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6247554022925691327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2667568316306022513</id><published>2009-07-12T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:28:16.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>if you would ask me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/0wslH8p9Eo5rvpoiBsdzLalOo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1247486492&amp;amp;Signature=%2F%2BkhZ4zFkEP%2FVUws5pgJ88eNlz0%3D" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't feel like it everyday&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sorry Sarah, I can't churn out funny posts like you. Right now I just feel like my heart has crawled out of my ribcage and into my throat and its just. Lying there. Biding its time. One day it'll fall out onto the plate before me and everyone at the party will look at me awkwardly for a while before bursting into laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I feel like one by one, all my friends are going to get tired of me and my stupid anxiety attacks and my sick sad feelings and just get up and go. Quite possibly this will happen very soon. I mean, one can't deal with the same girl crying and throwing herself into corners weeping, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Which is why I don't want to ask certain people, "why aren't you there for me like I was for you?" because I feel like they do have a reason for this.. desertion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;OK SORRY FOR THE EMO BLA BLA BLA I JUST FEEL SO TIRED OF MYSELF AND I CAN'T HELP FEELING THIS WAY ALL THE TIME. AND ANOTHER FRIEND JUST TOLD ME "MAYBE ITS CUZ YOU TAKE SO MUCH AND YOU DON'T GIVE" THIS MAKES ME WANT TO CRUMPLE AND FOLD INWARDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;because i do give, i give so much of myself till i feel like i'm a vacuum of other people's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ok, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:21;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'times new roman';font-size:21;"  &gt;MY LIFE IS AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;also, i have a cheesecake baking in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;N&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/2367791806456293548-2667568316306022513?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2667568316306022513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2667568316306022513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-would-ask-me.html' title='if you would ask me'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-4698354221927990463</id><published>2009-07-01T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:48:00.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: coldplay'/><title type='text'>Death and All His Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3234869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3234989_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3234991_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3234991_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3235009_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3235009_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3235061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll123/kitsuneluna/P3235061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;No, I don't want a battle from beginning to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I don't want to follow death and all of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2367791806456293548-4698354221927990463?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4698354221927990463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4698354221927990463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-and-all-his-friends.html' title='Death and All His Friends'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-3839588507983847376</id><published>2009-06-28T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:03:01.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quoting Albus Dumbledore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To the well&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;organised mind&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;death is but the next great adventure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-3839588507983847376?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3839588507983847376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/3839588507983847376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/quoting-albus-dumbledore.html' title='Quoting Albus Dumbledore'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2585553395674787273</id><published>2009-06-26T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:51:12.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: the postal service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: photobooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression: yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reverse psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpoIGzaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/F7HfU8kqHCU/s1600-h/Photo+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpoIGzaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/F7HfU8kqHCU/s400/Photo+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351445853322530210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpRB2yfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YIg-S2YBLSQ/s1600-h/Photo+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpRB2yfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/YIg-S2YBLSQ/s400/Photo+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351445847122299378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpFYW8SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kep0dCSNCDc/s1600-h/Photo+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpFYW8SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kep0dCSNCDc/s400/Photo+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351445843995455778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpAmwCXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/phpD5c038d8/s1600-h/Photo+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpAmwCXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/phpD5c038d8/s400/Photo+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351445842713643378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mac users read backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2585553395674787273?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2585553395674787273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2585553395674787273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/reverse-psychology.html' title='Reverse psychology'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkQnpoIGzaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/F7HfU8kqHCU/s72-c/Photo+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-830079287160254640</id><published>2009-06-25T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:42:47.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: dirty projectors'/><title type='text'>Dirty Projectors - Two Doves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wmmy9Q0bMGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wmmy9Q0bMGo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted this on 2amtomorning&lt;br /&gt;It is lovely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-830079287160254640?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/830079287160254640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/830079287160254640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-projectors-two-doves.html' title='Dirty Projectors - Two Doves'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-6133774223087106272</id><published>2009-06-24T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:03:29.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Shermaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression: yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: mates of state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: happy -- just found new music'/><title type='text'>Hey Mercedes or Shermaine</title><content type='html'>So the other day we were playing a round of "Guess-the-band" and Shermaine played a lovely song for me and I was totally KLUELESS. She gave me some clues, and our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: What's the first letter of the first word?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: M.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: What's the second letter of the first word?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: How many words are there?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: What's the first letter of the last word?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: What's the second letter of the last word?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: What's the first letter of the second word?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: What's the second letter of the second word?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: ... F....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;: FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | Sherm&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the answer was Mates of State. Just wanted to include that little excerpt up there to a) thank Shermaine and b) inject some humour into my lifeless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Mates of State - Lullaby Haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzrP69QQ_sc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzrP69QQ_sc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x P(i)SS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-6133774223087106272?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6133774223087106272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6133774223087106272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-shermaine.html' title='Hey Mercedes or Shermaine'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2408640712088203655</id><published>2009-06-24T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:34:36.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taglines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: html'/><title type='text'>Subliminal messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What would you do for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Klondike&lt;/span&gt; bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-2408640712088203655?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2408640712088203655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2408640712088203655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/subliminal-messages.html' title='Subliminal messages'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-734751252027808998</id><published>2009-06-23T09:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:41:10.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: emma watson'/><title type='text'>All hail the Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3S1Rq2sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3KR83OQiog4/s1600-h/ppsl-07-emma0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3ofJhkVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wDIz-aBvuKQ/s400/ppsl-06-emma0906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350337526011892050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3n99DEoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gYc1-sivxX8/s1600-h/ppsl-05-emma0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3n99DEoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gYc1-sivxX8/s400/ppsl-05-emma0906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350337517101191810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3nzifU9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/McCiNmmDF40/s1600-h/ppsl-02-emma0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3nzifU9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/McCiNmmDF40/s400/ppsl-02-emma0906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350337514305442770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teen Vogue August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-734751252027808998?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/734751252027808998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/734751252027808998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-hail-queen.html' title='All hail the Queen'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SkA3S1Rq2sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3KR83OQiog4/s72-c/ppsl-07-emma0906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-4160811973595024652</id><published>2009-06-22T22:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:35:43.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression: yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: thriller movie fangirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe: hummus'/><title type='text'>Kale!</title><content type='html'>Watched I Love You, Man today. Sweet! That's all I'll say until you watch it yourself to behold the awesomeness that is two white dudes attempting (and succeeding!) and forming a bromance. (Shermaine's word of yesterday). Going to a book fair with Ben and Natz tomorrow yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Disturbia, starting on my English essay and compiling recipes. I'm a multi-tasker. Oh goooood this scene makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat and I are going to set up a restaurant together, and I'll be the chef and she'll be the pastry chef. I was reading in 8 Days and they EXPOSED the weekend vegetable market. Shit you eight days. Shit u! Anyway. Here I am compiling my recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole if you are reading this, wanna meet up on Saturday before church? Go grocery-shopping :) Sherm, Oli, Sam, Jo, Jianny etc etc too if you guys are looking for a good time with some brightly-coloured vegetables. Strictly platonic, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. A recipe a day, until I don't feel like posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy one for today. It's so easy it shouldn't even be called cooking. Ok. It's not cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Israeli Hummus&lt;/span&gt; (I hate all other kinds)&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.myjewishlearning.com/culture/2/Food/Ashkenazic_Cuisine/Israel/Hummus.shtml"&gt;myjewishlearning&lt;/a&gt; (apt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;~*~*~HOLD UP~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;!HUMMUS GOOGLE IMAGE PICSPAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mostly in compromising positions with various other food groups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZ-czq5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/w89svkmhOFM/s1600-h/HUMMUS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZ-czq5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/w89svkmhOFM/s400/HUMMUS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172349972065170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZk2CkRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I4ioLoDrMI4/s1600-h/HUMMUS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZk2CkRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I4ioLoDrMI4/s400/HUMMUS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172343098577170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZTxfTiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lJzwJTqbrm8/s1600-h/HUMMUS1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZTxfTiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lJzwJTqbrm8/s400/HUMMUS1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172338516086306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hummus is: CELEBRITY-ENDORSED~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wekNO0I1zIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wekNO0I1zIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 FOR U BCOCO, YOU GO BCOCO!&lt;br /&gt;(by the way it was his birthday yesterday /creepy killers fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;YIELD: About four cups, or six-to-eight servings&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;1 cup dried chickpeas&lt;br /&gt;1 cup tahina&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup lemon juice, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;Freshly ground pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cumin, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons pine nuts&lt;br /&gt;Dash of paprika or sumac&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley or cilantro&lt;br /&gt;(You can get everything at Cold Storage. Word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Put the raw chickpeas in a bowl with cold water to cover and soak overnight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Drain and rinse the chickpeas, then place them in a heavy pot with enough cold water to cover. Bring to a boil, then simmer, partially covered, for about an hour or until the chickpeas are soft and the skin begins to separate. Add more water as needed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Drain the chickpeas, reserving about 1-1/2cups of the cooking liquid. Set aside 1/4cup of the cooked chickpeas for garnish. In a food processor fitted with a steel blade, process the remaining chickpeas with the tahina, lemon juice, garlic, salt, pepper, cumin, and at least 1/2 cup of the reserved cooking liquid. If the hummus is too thick, add more reserved cooking liquid or water until you have a paste-like consistency.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Heat a frying pan and add 1 tablespoon of the olive oil. Spread the pine nuts in the pan and stir-fry, browning on all sides.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. To serve, transfer the hummus to a large, flat plate, and with the back of a spoon make a slight depression in the center. Drizzle the remaining olive oil on top and sprinkle the reserved chickpeas, pine nuts, paprika or sumac, and parsley or cilantro over the surface.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Serve with cut-up raw vegetables and warm pita cut into wedges&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Note: You can also add cayenne pepper to the hummus. Sometimes leftover hummus tends to thicken just add some water to make it the right consistency.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's easy and yummmmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to Aaron Yoo playing sidekick to Shia. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-4160811973595024652?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4160811973595024652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4160811973595024652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/kale.html' title='Kale!'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj-hZ-czq5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/w89svkmhOFM/s72-c/HUMMUS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-8110010709811762164</id><published>2009-06-22T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:37:07.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: noah and the whale'/><title type='text'>Noah and the Whale</title><content type='html'>Oh, well it's hard to look deep into your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything you'll find will be perfect gold.&lt;br /&gt;There are ghosts and demons that hide in the dark. Oh, they wait till you find them and then they laugh. Oh, they know that my body is no way good enough. Know that my heart is no way strong enough for the missiles that love brings. When I recoil in fear, oh, the demons shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a hollow love for a heart with no blood&lt;br /&gt;in it's veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is no endless devotion,&lt;br /&gt;that is free from the force of erosion.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you don't believe in God, how can you believe in life? When we're all just matter that will one day scatter, when peaceful the world lays us down. Oh and finding love is a matter of luck, and unsettled lovers move from fuck to fuck. Oh, and compare their achievements like discussing And compare their abrasions with romantic quotations, oh, as peaceful, the world watches down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were blown out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we walk o the feet we have grown.&lt;br /&gt;And we were given a heart, of which love is a part. Oh, and we cornered the thing from which all life will spring. And it gave value to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-8110010709811762164?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/8110010709811762164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/8110010709811762164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/noah-and-whale.html' title='Noah and the Whale'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-2266005513739410038</id><published>2009-06-22T16:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:41:53.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression: ugh'/><title type='text'>Nervous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj9HtY3NVLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z6uXhdXhU9w/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj9HtY3NVLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z6uXhdXhU9w/s400/untitled3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350073727433135282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore everything and                                                                        Ignore everyone and&lt;br /&gt;Shut everyone out and                              Shut everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Either/or.&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/2367791806456293548-2266005513739410038?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2266005513739410038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/2266005513739410038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/nervous.html' title='Nervous.'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/Sj9HtY3NVLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z6uXhdXhU9w/s72-c/untitled3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-4652200356067847138</id><published>2009-06-21T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:36:32.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: N'/><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I still care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-4652200356067847138?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4652200356067847138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/4652200356067847138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-6343057653510252676</id><published>2009-06-19T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:37:01.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music: mew'/><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjtBFIe7NZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xrsg4biSnC8/s1600-h/ic1340_tan_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjtBFIe7NZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xrsg4biSnC8/s400/ic1340_tan_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348940538864940434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a big, big way&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off my feet&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-6343057653510252676?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6343057653510252676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/6343057653510252676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjtBFIe7NZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xrsg4biSnC8/s72-c/ic1340_tan_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367791806456293548.post-5327557244966811858</id><published>2009-06-18T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:37:11.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Shermaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Olivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people: Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list: to-do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty: clothes'/><title type='text'>like a Little Kid playing Dress Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmlE4yw5QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xUWOw8B-Llo/s1600-h/P6185969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmlE4yw5QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xUWOw8B-Llo/s400/P6185969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348487535862539522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things to do before 2PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;a) Make my bed (literally)&lt;br /&gt;b) Clear my desk&lt;br /&gt;c) Text someone to tell them to take a cab from the station&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Literature - AMND essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;e) Literature - whale rider cue cards&lt;br /&gt;f) Math review 7f&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) English - essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a slumber party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367791806456293548-5327557244966811858?l=thismightywanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/5327557244966811858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367791806456293548/posts/default/5327557244966811858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightywanderer.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-little-kid-playing-dress-up.html' title='like a Little Kid playing Dress Up'/><author><name>Sa Roxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01528585519568640193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmnFrVcL_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/e0ugxBpEppw/S220/n722932758_332451_3683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlPA9H7QMlI/SjmlE4yw5QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xUWOw8B-Llo/s72-c/P6185969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
