<?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-10105412</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:01:30.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</title><subtitle type='html'>'Once a sin has been truly forgiven it shouldn't be reheated in the oven.'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-114481630867327185</id><published>2006-04-11T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:31:48.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Crap! The shift is fucking deceiving. I look so fucking chipper now than I did a microsecond ago. This is becoming me. Deviens se que tu es. A craven attempt to sound intellectual. Failed. A non-Kaye moment is badly needed. I need to fill a hungry stomach and a hungry mind lusting for motivation. Got any? Got coke? Coke really. Is it sexier to use &lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt; instead of&lt;em&gt; z&lt;/em&gt; in spelling out the word globalisation? Depends on who uses it right? This is a sick generation. We complain about “too much” work to be done. I mean, are we really even working our asses off? Yeah right! Like your Gundam didn’t come in one piece! Independence is really in dependence. Incomplete thought you say? Complete it! What am I raving about here? I can’t have coke light for 5 days! That’s it. This is suffering. MY kind of suffering. Now, don’t you go pointing that finger of yours in my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Need something productive and introspective to do this Lenten season? Wanna get in touch with that lazy alter-ego? Try Pre-association writing. Just right down whatever comes to your mind. Tickle the subconscious baby! Does it work? Figure it out for yourself just this once! For chrissake! We are fucking annoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CONVERSATION AT DXH553&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life says, "Experience is the best teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anansi says, "I am a terrible student."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life says, "Happiness is a choice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anansi says, "I am bad with choices. I have oncological indecisiveness. Case basis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life says, "I am good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anansi says, "I don't have you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life says, "You're a tough ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anansi: "So are you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life: FuCK OFF! I am so tired of being likeable! I want to be respected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&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/10105412-114481630867327185?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/114481630867327185/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=114481630867327185' title='39 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/114481630867327185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/114481630867327185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2006/04/crap-shift-is-fucking-deceiving.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-114421199491618011</id><published>2006-04-04T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:39:54.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mga bagay na para asa akin ay madaling paghandaan:&lt;br /&gt;1. maghanda ng gamit na kailangan sa school para bukas&lt;br /&gt;2. uhmmm......&lt;br /&gt;parang wala na. bagay lang pala hindi mga bagay. yun eh kung hindi pa ko tinatamad. inaatake na naman ako ng katamaran. bisyo ko na ang maging tamad. pero hindi ibig sabihin non eh wala kong pinagkakaabalahan. gusto kong nag-iisip. hindi ako nagyayabang. gago lang ang hidi nag-iisip. sa pagsusulat lang ako hindi tinatamad. lalo na kung hindi nagrarambulan yung mga gusto kong sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ko nga pala naisulat to? kasi naman may malaki akong pinaghahandaan. ano? pinaghahandaan ko ang "sinakluban-ako-ng-mundo" scene ng nanay at tatay ko pag isinambulat ko na sa kanila na iba ang plano ko sa buhay. hindi ko kasi maramdaman ang tawag ng laman na magtrabaho sa isang "magandang" opisina. kailangan ko ng pera. pero hindi ako mukhang pera. naku, mahaba-habang inuman to. i might need an iron &lt;em&gt;bayag&lt;/em&gt; for this one. ang problema wala akong &lt;em&gt;bayag&lt;/em&gt;. siguro kaya ang tatapang ng mga kalalakihan. they have the &lt;em&gt;bayag&lt;/em&gt; plus dalawa pa ulo nila. two heads are better than one ika nga. ang akin lang naman eh bakit ko naman hahayaang patayin ko ang sarili sa paggawa ng bagay na tinuturing ng society na tama at maganda. pero, alam mo, etong deviant behavior na to. malamang dikta din to ng society. more specifically, ng pagkakataon. sshhh. wag ka maingay. underground psychology lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanong mo kung bakit naka-italicize yung bayag? akala ko kasi nung una eh nasa ingles yung isinusulat ko. hindi ako nagpapapansin. ayoko ng baguhin. mababahiran lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ko ng makaalis. nagmamakaawa ako....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-114421199491618011?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/114421199491618011/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=114421199491618011' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/114421199491618011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/114421199491618011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2006/04/mga-bagay-na-para-asa-akin-ay-madaling.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-113464138610726989</id><published>2005-12-15T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T05:09:46.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[personal] naiingit ako kine ghebie at eric, at kay cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[less personal] nakakaiingit sina ghebie at eric, at si cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[non-personal] yun lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noezep with yknowwhat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;15DecDosmilcinco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;a really troubling conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anansi to kaye: thanks for the time&lt;br /&gt;kaye to anansi: sure. its a little tight but hey youre not expecting anybody else to listen to&lt;br /&gt;                           your shit right?&lt;br /&gt;(both gives a familiar personal laugh)&lt;br /&gt;anansi: i know. i mean, everybody thinks im crazy. like you said before, it could all be                   &lt;br /&gt;                          psychosocial but i think ours is fucked up case of overgeneralization. the    &lt;br /&gt;                          two fallacies in logic together in the same room&lt;br /&gt;kaye: ours? ikaw lang. but i get you.&lt;br /&gt;anansi: youre so in fucking denial. and here i am thinking ima get something fucking healthy&lt;br /&gt;              from you!&lt;br /&gt;kaye: you hate me now?  im not in denial. i just dont get me. really. whats that your smoking?&lt;br /&gt;anansi: neozep with yknow what.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: what for?&lt;br /&gt;anansi: for feeling the same way that you do&lt;br /&gt;kaye: happy? so youre happy!&lt;br /&gt;anansi: not funny.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: i know. its not funny when i lie about that&lt;br /&gt;anansi: i really feel ugly and alone, kaye.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: i can see that&lt;br /&gt;anansi: when youre pretty and lonely expect to attract somebody but when youre sad and ugly&lt;br /&gt;             youre getting no fairytale version of this story.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: you have my words&lt;br /&gt;anansi: ladies and gent, welcome to the flat affect therapy show!&lt;br /&gt;kaye: haha. im sorry. you sucked out all the beauty in me.&lt;br /&gt;anansi: want a high?&lt;br /&gt;kaye: im enjoying this all time low.&lt;br /&gt;anansi: no. check this out!&lt;br /&gt;(removes shirt)&lt;br /&gt;kaye: holy freak! what is that?! fuck you! fuck you twice! fuck you thrice!&lt;br /&gt;anansi: now thats more like you.*grin*&lt;br /&gt;kayE: why? *still-in-tranfixed-face*&lt;br /&gt;anansi: every scar represents every aching hour.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: youre talented. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;anasi: yah. thats my name right there. see, this one is still fresh. it hurts to the bone! but im&lt;br /&gt;           loving it.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: do me!&lt;br /&gt;anansi: im tired kaye.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: so am i.&lt;br /&gt;         - ana, please. not in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;anansi: sorry. dont forget my tribute.&lt;br /&gt;kaye: yah. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;anansi: show it.&lt;br /&gt;(kaye gives anansi the finger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-113464138610726989?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/113464138610726989/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=113464138610726989' title='2 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/113464138610726989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/113464138610726989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/12/personal-naiingit-ako-kine-ghebie-at.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-113179209220754324</id><published>2005-11-12T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T05:41:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/heart.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 16px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 29px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/heart.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're fed up&lt;br /&gt;i have repetitive tendencies&lt;br /&gt;please please&lt;br /&gt;i beg thee&lt;br /&gt;to purchase another pack of patience and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fed up myself&lt;br /&gt;you have repetitive tendencies&lt;br /&gt;please please&lt;br /&gt;i know you're begging me&lt;br /&gt;to purchase another pack of patience and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is what keeps us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-113179209220754324?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/113179209220754324/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=113179209220754324' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/113179209220754324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/113179209220754324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-youre-fed-up-i-have-repetitive.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-113013653694430754</id><published>2005-10-24T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:48:56.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss, isang bulok na mango shake nga po.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;drinking session at my place, on the 31st. whats in store: gin and tea. ya dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i stare and gaze and leer. all with envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crucify the insincere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-113013653694430754?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/113013653694430754/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=113013653694430754' title='2 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/113013653694430754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/113013653694430754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/10/miss-isang-bulok-na-mango-shake-nga-po.html' title='miss, isang bulok na mango shake nga po.'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112998140157040587</id><published>2005-10-22T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T06:43:21.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;october 21, 2005 is the greatest day i've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;nothing so special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i just think that i have been presented the solution to my seemingly perpetual battle with sadness caused by incarceration of some sort. but i won't say what I think it is. you might interfere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;introspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;there is no money in philosophy. with or without it the world will remain the same so why study it? if you're purpose is money...that is bullshit. so where do you reside? do you even know what reside is? is your father told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;excuse me. random thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;c&amp;r: bakit ngayon lang kayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;x: may pinag-usapan lang kami. eh kayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;c:may pinag-usapan din kami pero professional yung samin ewan ko yung sa inyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y: professional yon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;c: steady na kayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;x&amp;y refuses to answer pero nangusap ang kanilang mga mukha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;c: kamusta naman kayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;x&amp;y tahimik pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;c: iba kasi iniisip niyo eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y: you're insane man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;x: wala kasing category yung tanong mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;c: goodluck y! una na kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;r: ingat kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;x: ingat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y: im sorry i had to put you in such a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;x: i don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112998140157040587?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112998140157040587/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112998140157040587' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112998140157040587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112998140157040587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/10/october-21-2005-is-greatest-day-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112937829915675096</id><published>2005-10-15T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:11:39.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/sq-weezer-rivers-live-in-store-virgin-jac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/sq-weezer-rivers-live-in-store-virgin-jac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nahuli ko ng pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt;. jaywalking. kinuha yung i.d. ko tas naghintay ng sampung minuto bago ibalik sa kin. balak palang i-surrender sa d.o. mga sampung minuto rin akong hindi nagsalita. mali ako. hinayaan ko siyang namnamin ang moment na yon. naawa sa kin kaya hindi na ipinalagay sa record. hindi na po mauulit. pero bakit po yung isang nag-jaywalking din hindi niyo hinuli? kayo po ah!  type nyo po ba ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i am such a sucker for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; i fall in love with almost every guy who gives me even the slightest bit attention.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;does that make me kulang sa pansin? no. i don't think so. i'm simply loving. i get entertained from seeing people pay attention to me. it kills me when they listen attentively. seryoso. naglalakad ako mag-isa tas biglang sabi nung lalakeng nakasalubong ko 'astig!'. yayakapin ko sana. syempre. i was wearing my self. yabang ko. and my deadkidsongs shirt. anybody who is suicidal and rebellious would think its astig. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i wanna meet rivers cuomo. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;stiill longing for india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112937829915675096?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112937829915675096/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112937829915675096' title='2 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112937829915675096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112937829915675096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/10/nahuli-ko-ng-pulis.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112764755215515419</id><published>2005-09-25T05:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T05:25:52.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>five(or ten) years from now i wanna see all my teachers from the past, and maybe the present(if i still have the funk to go to school), line up for my book signing(or, is this one suppose to go with a hypen?). i especially wanna see the ones that bruised quite severely my ego. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112764755215515419?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112764755215515419/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112764755215515419' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112764755215515419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112764755215515419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/09/fiveor-ten-years-from-now-i-wanna-see.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112718496771735120</id><published>2005-09-19T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:03:21.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written with love, under the influence of some drug(strikethrough)&lt;br /&gt;06septdosmilcinco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long day. I was wearing &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my favorite bra.&lt;/span&gt; But all of a sudden my favorite bra doesn’t seem to like me anymore. I don’t like wearing bra, if you want to know the truth. When they are not of the right fit and feel I think they are like &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wearing condoms&lt;/span&gt; on a really good day to procreate. I dunno. I don’t wear condoms by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0.0&lt;/span&gt; for my midterm grade in computer. It didn’t surprise me. I mean, I was in class just as much as I was in a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;men’s room&lt;/span&gt; which is practically never. Aherher! I can redeem myself from this &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;academic shitbull.&lt;/span&gt; I don’t mean to sound arrogant but I’m in no doubt I can. I’m one of those people who always speak of suicide but never really attempts to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; one. I’m full of shit. That’s ok coz so are you! Nyahaher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one professor from school really fucking irritates me. She’s one hell of a phony. She’s got this tough facade to scare the shit out of all us. But she’s good. Really good. She kills me. I don’t want to be asking any favor from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi dulce. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;. I just felt like writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s been a bad day. A sad day. To the ones who don’t even give a damn to ask a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; you to all of you! Shitty people, in case you don’t know (which I doubt you do), this is not some make believe, it’s what science calls ‘chemical imbalance’. Now, go on your merry ways and have yourself some temporal relaxation coz your gonna need all the strength and courage you can muster up for when we get out of this pit it’s going to be your end. It’s the logical thing to do I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Now, smile. Like what all the happy people say, “Life is beautiful”. Madaling ingawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112718496771735120?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112718496771735120/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112718496771735120' title='5 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718496771735120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718496771735120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/09/written-with-love-under-influence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112718454162776650</id><published>2005-09-19T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:49:01.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;IF I AM FUCKING GETTING IN YOUR NERVES, WELL, SO ARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOUR SHIRT WON’T FIT, I SHRUNK IT.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE MOVIE WAS NOT TOO HAPPENING, I FUCKING ADDED THE DRAMA. AND NOW THAT I AM AT MY UGLIEST YOU JUST PROVED ME RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING KNOW NOTHING BUT TO PUT ME DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL YOU ALLOW MY TEARS TO FLOW FREELY?&lt;br /&gt;IT’S ALWAYS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;YOU AND YOUR UNGODLY PENIS!&lt;br /&gt;OH SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;WAS THAT TOO VULGAR FOR YOUR INNOCENT SOUL?&lt;br /&gt;WELL, FRANKLY, BETWEEN YOU, ME AND THE ONE READING THIS, YOU’RE NO GOOD WITHOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;AND I’M NO GOOD WITHOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112718454162776650?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112718454162776650/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112718454162776650' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718454162776650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718454162776650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-am-fucking-getting-in-your-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112718431651804266</id><published>2005-09-19T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:45:16.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For Aldrin &lt;/span&gt;Will you still hang around even if I turn into a basket case? So full of shit So pretty So what? Your eyes are wise Always on the lookout but seldom moved Come to think of it you’re actually prettier than me You are The anal representation of a vehement indifference(for the right reasons) I wish to share with you a porno movie [involuntary smile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For Lian&lt;/span&gt;  ‘A Contingent Love Affair’(Sartre) is what we are A mere existence of what was once highly probable You are pragmatic sexy spiritual and sexy I will always be grateful to Politics for bringing me to you But it too you back Too fast Too soon Your visa remark will be “Alien with special talent” F-you! I understand(this one you can guarantee) but I wish you secure that ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For Bernard&lt;/span&gt; Slot no.3 is where you oughta be I am You minus the unnecessary attachments And that makes you perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For Allan&lt;/span&gt; You speak a language not many men dare to speak – the feminine language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Eric&lt;/span&gt; I misused love Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For Tal&lt;/span&gt; High school would have killed me if I didn’t have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For Dearly Departed&lt;/span&gt; When will we get together Ever heard of ‘coma’? Go look past the four fingers Go make your move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For PAULA&lt;/span&gt; Destroy me. Love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112718431651804266?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112718431651804266/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112718431651804266' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718431651804266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718431651804266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-aldrin-will-you-still-hang-around.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112718401039891504</id><published>2005-09-19T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:40:10.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                 I am a Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          5hunyodosmilcinco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have better words to say&lt;br /&gt;I have better advice to give &lt;br /&gt;And I have less will to follow it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a society who does conspicuous consumption so well&lt;br /&gt;But know not what it is&lt;br /&gt;A society of aristocrats&lt;br /&gt;A society who is very good at pretending to like the common man&lt;br /&gt;An oppressive government who is fiercer than a tiger in a Confucian lore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very FEW that took more eyes to see right through me&lt;br /&gt;find my logic rather extremely flawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak of enlightenment, but I am far from enlightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do has had a profound influence on people&lt;br /&gt;But not on my self&lt;br /&gt; I am the anti-thesis of me&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/10105412-112718401039891504?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112718401039891504/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112718401039891504' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718401039891504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112718401039891504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-jean-jacques-rousseau.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112683814881805933</id><published>2005-09-15T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:35:48.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;isa pa. mahal na mahal kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel so damn beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you made me fucking cry my heart out yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna feel special and free again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna feel the comfort of your embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't let me fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wished i could frame every single moment i spend with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i keep you in the only uncorrupted part of me,my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing compares to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i misused love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;19septdosmilcinco&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/10105412-112683814881805933?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112683814881805933/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112683814881805933' title='3 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112683814881805933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112683814881805933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-you-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112357286354697803</id><published>2005-08-09T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:34:23.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm making Corgan my self-esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/bill.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Billy Corgan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"...and a fuck you to all those who will never understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a hard time thinking of men trying to sing my songs,because I think my perspective is definitely feminine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't a reaction against a negative world, it's a response to a negative world" -Billy Corgan on Adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't judge yourself by other peoples standards. You'll always loose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great music completely obliterates any conceptions of genre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112357286354697803?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112357286354697803/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112357286354697803' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112357286354697803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112357286354697803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-making-corgan-my-self-esteem.html' title='I&apos;m making Corgan my self-esteem'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112320941178137942</id><published>2005-08-04T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:36:51.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>desolation happy</title><content type='html'>pao hates me!&lt;br /&gt;you can't say you know depression unless you've been through one! fck!&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to be sick to be reminded of God&lt;br /&gt;who wants to wear an "i am sad" sign around their neck?&lt;br /&gt;it will only drive people away!&lt;br /&gt;who dares help the lonely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112320941178137942?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112320941178137942/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112320941178137942' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112320941178137942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112320941178137942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/08/desolation-happy.html' title='desolation happy'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112303653956115785</id><published>2005-08-02T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T04:31:18.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>proviso: within the realm of bi-polarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; guilty transgressors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CONCRETE category&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;music(cds)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. billy corgan - thefutureembrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. joe satriani - an anthology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. tori amos - a collection(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. any coldplay release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;movies(sana hindi vhs tape no?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. american splendor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. trainspotting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. waking life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. any of jack kerouac's and ayn rand's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. a wooden rocking chair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(buy me, that is. *grin*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ABSTRACT category&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teach me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. better judgment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. another concept of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. another reason not to pursue my love for guilian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. waste away with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"i am lonely(but not that lonely yet)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112303653956115785?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112303653956115785/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112303653956115785' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112303653956115785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112303653956115785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/08/proviso-within-realm-of-bi-polarity.html' title='proviso: within the realm of bi-polarity'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112217184723411269</id><published>2005-07-23T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:24:07.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now, who thinks kaye is stupid?</title><content type='html'>___Your life______&lt;br /&gt;[*] they call me: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i call them. nakakatakot tumawag sa bahay namin. kung di ka sisigawan, di ka naririnig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] also:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; likewise, in addition, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] sex: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] birthday:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______right now_______&lt;br /&gt;[*] feeling: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mowdel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the sound of the weak and downtrodden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] doing: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what i do best. hulaan mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Talking to: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;venkat, an indian friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Craving for: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;indifference(temporal craving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] thinking of: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] hating: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;kapatid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Love_______&lt;br /&gt;[*] love is:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; the word you invented for that which you cannot define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] first love: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;precedes second love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] love or lust?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] true or false: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there are no truths. &lt;- statement only true if false&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Miscellaneous _______&lt;br /&gt;[*] can you swim:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] whats your most embarrassing moment?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i got caught answering this. baduy kasi! jologs ko talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] what are you scared of: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;buses, turnstiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] do you like tomatoes?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;only when theyre green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] how many TVs in the house?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hihingi ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] how many telephones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______Your looks______&lt;br /&gt;[*] Hair color: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;jet black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Eye color?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;periwinkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Height: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tall enough to get noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Do u wear contacts or glasses?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;skirt lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Do u have any piercings? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;meron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______Just lately______&lt;br /&gt;[*] How are you today?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;different from yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] What pants are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;bathing suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] What shirt are you wearing right now? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] What does your hair look like at the moment?&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Last person you met?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Last conversation?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;with an indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Last Dream you can remember:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; about a massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______More about you______&lt;br /&gt;[*] What are the last four digits of your cell number?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;from left or right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] If u were a crayon, what color would you be?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yellow. often used never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] What's the stupidest thing u ever did?&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; i need to reflect on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Where do you shop the most?:&lt;br /&gt;[*] How many kids do you want to have?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Favourite Shampoo?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;none of your business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Do you have your own cellphone plan?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;are you ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone?:&lt;br /&gt;[*] Who do you dream about? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lahat ng bagay na suppressed ako at nasa subliminal ko. psych&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[*] Who do you tell your dreams to?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sa mga gypsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Who's the loudest friend you have?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOD. ang tindi mangonsensya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Who's the quietest friend? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SIYA den. pure attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________Have you ever___________&lt;br /&gt;[*] Wanted to kill someone?: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ata. oo ata. hindi pa ata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Broken the law?:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; bigyan kita bente pesos pag may napakita ka sa kin na hindi pa lumalabag sa batas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*] Tried to kill yourself? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW THE WEIGHT OF THIS QUESTION?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112217184723411269?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112217184723411269/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112217184723411269' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112217184723411269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112217184723411269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/07/now-who-thinks-kaye-is-stupid.html' title='now, who thinks kaye is stupid?'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-112018471755096098</id><published>2005-06-30T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:47:41.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Feigned nonchalance&lt;br /&gt;31mayoDosmilcinco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Three-fold sadness&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear your woman cry?&lt;br /&gt;Does she really deserve you?&lt;br /&gt;You made her believe&lt;br /&gt;That everything is symbiotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/sad%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/sad%20girl.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left an open wound&lt;br /&gt;A cicatrix in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;While she struggles to decipher&lt;br /&gt;The vivid intensity&lt;br /&gt;Of emotionless sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you start not to bother&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t a girlfriend in a coma enough to change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your Spanish armada!&lt;br /&gt;An English fortress versus her unparalleled wit&lt;br /&gt;Your victory will be short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;It ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you start not to bother&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t a girlfriend in a coma enough to change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-112018471755096098?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/112018471755096098/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=112018471755096098' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112018471755096098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/112018471755096098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/06/feigned-nonchalance-31mayodosmilcinco.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-111655878881701824</id><published>2005-05-19T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:05:29.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COMFORT ZONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corpus Delicti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31mayodosmilcinco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been meddling over our peccadilloes for far too long now&lt;br /&gt;It’s taken over us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re far too famous foe!&lt;br /&gt;Your deeds won’t go unrecognized&lt;br /&gt;And this is the price you pay&lt;br /&gt;Your own flesh and blood at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;We all soon will be&lt;br /&gt;Bless you for your wicked intentions&lt;br /&gt;You have my blessing&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Trigger-happy, go pull the trigger now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re far too famous foe!&lt;br /&gt;None of your deeds went unrecognized&lt;br /&gt;And you have paid the price&lt;br /&gt;Your own flesh and blood still at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your corpse lay in my bed&lt;br /&gt;All parts evenly distributed&lt;br /&gt;Thomas nibbles your head&lt;br /&gt;I now own thy heart&lt;br /&gt;It still looks familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took part on the murder of you&lt;br /&gt;Corpus delicti&lt;br /&gt;How delicious life can be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-111655878881701824?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/111655878881701824/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=111655878881701824' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/111655878881701824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/111655878881701824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/05/comfort-zone.html' title='COMFORT ZONE'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-111374411038694001</id><published>2005-04-17T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:21:50.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favor House Atlantic</title><content type='html'>Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could Recall the moments that once have Retract the footsteps that brought us to this favor I wouldn't ask this of you Good eye, sniper Here I'll shoot, you run The words you scribbled on the walls With the loss of friends you didn't have I'll call you when the time is rightAre you in or are you out? For them all to know the end of us all Run quick, they're behind us Didn't think we'd ever make it This close to safety in one piece Now you wanna kill me in the act of what could maybe Save us from sleep and what we are Good eye, sniper Now I shoot, you run The words you scribbled on the walls With the loss of friends you didn't have I'll call you when the time is rightAre you in or are you out? For them all to know the end of us all Bye bye beautiful Don't bother to write Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars Face step, let down. Face step, step down. The words you scribbled on the walls With the loss of friends you didn't have I'll call you when the time is rightAre you in or are you out? For them all to know Bye bye beautiful Don't bother to write Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars Face step, let down. Face step, step down. Bye bye beautiful Don't bother to write Disturbed by your words and they're calling all cars Face step, let down. Face step, step down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-111374411038694001?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/111374411038694001/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=111374411038694001' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/111374411038694001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/111374411038694001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/04/favor-house-atlantic.html' title='A Favor House Atlantic'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-111147113173671227</id><published>2005-03-21T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:05:36.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>27fEBDosmilcinco</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kaye: Sumainyo ang paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat: At sumaiyo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, for the moment, no more than a soda in a pre-pressurized toxic bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Warning: If you shake me real hard I will erupt before your very eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:18 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Still so early for the disabled sleeper in me but rather late to still be bothered by the thought of you and your “dig me up/climb me down” maneuver.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Bible, that line should be interpreted allegorically.&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemy. Blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;If you could ask God for one thing other than world peace, what would it be? I don’t need to know why unless you insist that I do.&lt;br /&gt;Mine would be a better judgment.&lt;br /&gt;An army of a thousand does not threaten me. Yeah. Especially the one that lacks principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dicky Jaime&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(jey-mi)&lt;/span&gt; has lost his lovely dick&lt;br /&gt;on the night he made out with a really dirty chick.&lt;br /&gt;Nani tried to save it by grabbing it by the head&lt;br /&gt;But because too tightly she held on to it, it was asphyxiated and now it’s dead.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jaime, will he ever get back Mr. Dicky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me horny, but I say I’m just radically pluralized.&lt;br /&gt;Putangna Kaye! Anong radically pluralized ka diyan?! Pa-intellectual tawag diyan!&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang alam mo na hindi alam ng mundo?&lt;br /&gt;WALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sabi nga nung kasakay ko sa jeep nung huwebes,”…ang ayoko sa lahat eh yung pinagmamalakihan ako..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am somehow happy that I have caused you tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am reaffirmed that in that periwinkle strangled heart of yours I will remain even posthumously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-111147113173671227?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/111147113173671227/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=111147113173671227' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/111147113173671227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/111147113173671227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/03/27febdosmilcinco.html' title='27fEBDosmilcinco'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110955516852628137</id><published>2005-02-27T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:36:18.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I came, I scoffed, and I remained...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addicted to the underworld of apathy, disillusionment, and infidelity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside this brain if mine is a growing passion of procrastination, (insert your name here if applicable), and C17H22NO4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you think it is about time you do something about media manipulation and political oppression?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love repeating my self.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is so uninviting, psychotic, and uninviting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind every frog there is a handsome prince looming!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was i too fast hitting the center before the peripherals?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do? You struck me hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have bore the weight of the lie I've told long enough already to appreciate life even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be remembered best as the salvation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allow my affection por tu to transilluminate thy sexy body then we could create a world of our own as lovers supposedly often do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are more than enough irony to cause a silent roar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can be very forgetful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does that make me irresponsible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Forgetting is more psychotic than remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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remained...'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110913795434917184</id><published>2005-02-23T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:50:23.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>K's choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe it in and breathe it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And pass it on, it's almost out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're so creative, so much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're high above but on the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't have it you're on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The deeper you stick it in your vein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in heaven, I'm a god&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm everywhere, I feel so hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't have it you're on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's over now, I'm cold, alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just a person on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing means a thing to me(Nothing means a thing to me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't have it you're on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free me, leave me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch me as I'm going down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free me, see me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't have it you're on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not an addict... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110913795434917184?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110913795434917184/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110913795434917184' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110913795434917184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110913795434917184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/02/ks-choice.html' title='K&apos;s choice'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110913748994859404</id><published>2005-02-23T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T04:17:14.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Possessing and caressing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jai Guru Deva Om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They call me on and on across the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jai Guru Deva Om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Through my open ears inciting and inviting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Limitless, undying love, which shines around me like a million suns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And calls me on and on across the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jai Guru Deva Om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jai Guru Deva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jai Guru Deva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jai Guru Deva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_fiona apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harhar! G. Lamb corrected me on this one. Wellp, the Beatles had their version but what can I do im a big Apple fan. Fiona apple that is! The Beatles still rock though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110913748994859404?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110913748994859404/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110913748994859404' title='2 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110913748994859404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110913748994859404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/02/ode-to-india.html' title='Ode to India'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110852407744908363</id><published>2005-02-15T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:21:17.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"MAY YOU LIVE in interesting times..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              &lt;em&gt;   Chinese curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110852407744908363?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110852407744908363/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110852407744908363' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110852407744908363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110852407744908363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-you-live-in-interesting-times.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110837527438414386</id><published>2005-02-14T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T05:01:14.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thus spoke i</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN MYSHOUTBOX.COM CODE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://247312.myshoutbox.com/" width="154" height="305" frameborder="0" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END MYSHOUTBOX.COM CODE--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110837527438414386?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110837527438414386/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110837527438414386' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110837527438414386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110837527438414386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/02/thus-spoke-i.html' title='thus spoke i'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110801701884275747</id><published>2005-02-10T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:24:13.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathological Flirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Aldrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like you a lot I realize you’re a little reserved right now and I respect that I would like you to know that if you’re ever free in the future and you would like to come visit me in India I would be open to spending time with you and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first love poem I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch you were the best platform from which I jumped beyond myself what was wrong with me I love you muchly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you rock my world you have a charismatic way about you with the women and you got me seriously thinking about spirituality truth is whenever I think of the mid 2004 your face comes up with euphoria like it was yesterday we’ll do as well as we can and you will always have my back during a possible very tumultuous time in our lives I will always be curious about you about your career your whereabouts and your temporal insanities you have my love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3884/766/320/e.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dea&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6534982"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we learned so much I realize we won’t be able to talk for some time something stopped us from going any further than we did and it’s kinda too bad because we could’ve had much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like you you have been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and supportive and nurturing and always there for me. Eyak loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Allan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I loved you muchly you kept drawing me in and pushing me away I remember how embarrassing it was to cry in front of you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I liked you a lot you wouldn’t let me get away without kicking my own ass but I could never really feel relaxed and secure around you though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Bernard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I used to say the more tragic the better I still do whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may the wrath of Shiva fall down upon you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eyakselluegra.h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/10105412-110801701884275747?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110801701884275747/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110801701884275747' title='3 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110801701884275747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110801701884275747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/02/pathological-flirt.html' title='Pathological Flirt'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110690916273199803</id><published>2005-01-28T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T05:46:02.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am just thinking in random here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theres a powerfreak overa half anked chick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*heheh* dyslexic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im dyslexic, insomiac, and amnesic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really like this guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's devastatingly goo-looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuck! goo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i meant was good-looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanna join the nailbitesociety?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can't if you don't nail bite. Pcha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;areyou fixated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fucking lied to my *$$%%# bout something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hindi ko na katabi si Gil sa Asian amd Western civilization.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit nga ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We always get caught making chika.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what can kaye do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she prioritizes social life over academics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not being BI here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you think you make sense?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is gangrene??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110690916273199803?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110690916273199803/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110690916273199803' title='1 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110690916273199803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110690916273199803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-just-thinking-in-random-here.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110690739266083455</id><published>2005-01-28T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T05:24:36.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My killer brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's my life, he's my death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I'm his punk rock princess and he's my garage band king."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the heroine drug that sustains me, the heroine drug that slowly kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stole all the attention away from me, he saved me from scrutiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He kicked me in the face, I learned tolerance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pulled me in the hair, I learne dto sway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having him is perspective-altering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get teary eyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever I have to write &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about my little brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is definitely worth the fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm an individual with spatio-temporal limitations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't wager the chance to be with my brother for some worldly illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He taught me hate but he brought back the involuntary smile I've lost for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took away from me my precious sleeping hours but he showed me the world from the awake's punto de vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave me no deep, broad, intellectually-stimulating conversation( or so I think) but he showed me what is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If to be pretty is to be away from him, I wouldn't want to be pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If to be sexy is to be away from him, I wouldn't want to be sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If to be alive is to be awar from him, I's till want to be alive......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I don't know what death has to offer but I am certain that life has got me a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had someone to waste away with in a fraction of infinity,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it would be him, my dearest brother, confidant, and enemy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110690739266083455?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110690739266083455/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110690739266083455' title='0 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110690739266083455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110690739266083455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/01/brother-where-art-thou.html' title='Brother, where art thou?'/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110559856981273628</id><published>2005-01-13T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:24:46.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. cheaply pawn love for lust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. still go to school even when you don't feel like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. ever go to India for "spiritual awakening"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.smoke your self to death to cure your half-self-imposed insomia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. made a fool of your self for your "special someone"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. flirted with anybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. do you want to waste away with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. are you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105412-110559856981273628?l=girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/feeds/110559856981273628/comments/default' title='Zverejniť komentáre'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105412&amp;postID=110559856981273628' title='6 komentárov'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110559856981273628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105412/posts/default/110559856981273628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgettingbarbier.blogspot.com/2005/01/would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>giRLgEttiNgbaRbiEr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028867332781156774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105412.post-110552367111610518</id><published>2005-01-12T04:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:24:12.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for: my dearest boytoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe the love you talk about with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it true, do i care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly, you can try to wipe the memories aside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it's you that you erase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause there's no place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's too far to discard the life i once knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly, all the weather and storms i bring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are just a picture of my needs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause when i think of you as mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and allow myself with time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to lead into the life we want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel love, honestlyi feel love, yes, honestly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe you mean the best that life can bring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe in it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly, you can try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your heart is just as long as mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it ours to let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause there's not place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's too dark to discard the life i once knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly, a single wrong is not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to cover up the pain in us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause when i think of you as mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and allow myself the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to lead into the life we want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel love, honestly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll make a joke so you must laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll break your heart so you must ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is this the way to get us back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know, honestly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know, yes, honestly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no place that i could be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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