tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28489328946056165012024-02-07T02:51:20.198+00:00༜ Carbonated Wind Chimes ༜An accidental blog to host a mind of obscurity, peculiarity and a strange craving for Japanese sweets.
[Also, if you're using a Mac to view this, you're missing out on my pretty font. Sucks to be you <3]Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-53799763799131253912013-07-01T02:00:00.000+01:002013-07-01T02:00:29.399+01:00To be alone can be lonely; but to be lonely you don't necessarily have to be alone.<b style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; line-height: 33px;">It's been rather quiet here these last 7 or 8 months, hasn't it?<br /><br />I'm afraid, dear non-existent reader, that my inspiration for posting in this tiny part of a new month's morning is not because I have any special update. Or rather, any update at all.<br />I hope you like the melancholic blue I've chosen because it's setting the tone for the rest of what I have to type.<br /><br />Once again, you find me at a point in time where I'm in one of those funny kinds of moods.<br />It's a strange sensation.<br />It feels cloudy in my chest cavity and avoidant in my head. Whether or not that's a real word.<br />I'm always amused by the people that tell me I'm strong. They tend to mean mentally, or emotionally. But it's merely a talent to neglect what you truly feel. The one flaw with this talent is that it can make you unstable at times.</span></b><b style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; line-height: 33px;">Imagine a glass window (as opposed to a wooden one?). People pass by this window, but have no desire to look in. Certain people pass often, have no desire to look in but instead throw bricks at this window. Naturally, the window will smash into thousands of tiny pieces. A few more people pass. They help pick up the pieces and the window is restored. It's not perfect but they're more than willing to accept it. They can see the sensitive parts of the window, they know not to touch them.<br />But they can't see them all. They may trace their finger over an area they've traced many time before. But this time it cracks, it may even make them bleed. Something that was certain has now become unstable.<br /><br />This is me now.<br /><br />It's an obscure analogy, I know. But it serves its illustrative purpose.<br />I have the ability to always be fine. Most never know when I'm not fine. It's not my desire for them to know.<br />But sometimes it's too much.<br />When I'm unbalanced, it can take the tiniest thing and I'll find myself lying on my back staring hopelessly up at the clouds.<br />When I'm in these fragile states, no one knows until after the damage. It's not lasting damage. It's not even important. But it has immense impact at the time it occurs.<br /><br />Are you still with me? I imagine at this point, you may be lost for understanding. Good, so am I. I'll continue.<br /><br />It's at these times that those closest to me I desire to be around the least. I don't wish to talk to nor see them. Neither think of them, and certainly never humour them if I happen to engage in conversation.<br />Those are usually the people who tip the unbalance against my favour.<br />And it's because it's over something trivial that I've tipped. You allow yourself to be most vulnerable around those who accept the things about you that the majority wouldn't. So when their comments match those of the majority you take a hit. Suddenly they no longer appear to have that same understanding as they always promised they did. It's a melodramatic train of thoughts but it's a paranoid mind that creates them. </span></b><b style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; line-height: 33px;">And if you believe me to be making a mountain out of a mole hill, I'd be grateful you kept that sarcastic, tactless comment to yourself. Because it would clearly not be appreciated.</span></b><b style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; line-height: 33px;"><br />It's a lonely feeling. So very distant and lonely.<br />Thus, at such times, I retreat into my own company.<br /><br />I'd sooner be alone by myself than alone amongst friends.<br /><br />I hold no grudges in these circumstances. But likely create many arguments. Or general disagreements.<br />It's the only thing about me that no one in the world understands.<br /><br />If, absent reader, this post has made you feel sad in any way, be safe in the knowledge that it's made me feel better having typed it. Especially as I expect no one of consequence to read it. At least not for many months yet.<br />I'll endeavour to write something uplifting next time I bother to log in.<br /><br />I bid you a good day.<br /><br />Brendon </span></b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 33px;"><b>♪♫</b></span></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-86254411071947634062012-11-17T23:45:00.001+00:002012-11-18T00:27:05.080+00:00Happy Birthday to Me!<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="line-height: 33px;"><span style="color: #e06666;">The irony of the exclamation mark in the title when I'm presently feeling less than exclamatory..<br /><br />Today is my birthday (at least for the next 16 minutes) and I'm going to cheat by publishing it now so that it's posted ON my birthday while I continue to ramble. Just in case I don't manage to type everything I want to say in this small amount of time.<br />It doesn't matter, no one reads this anyway.</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="line-height: 33px;">So, I've turned 20 today. How exciting. I've reached to a second decade of my life. It's an odd thought really, being 20, supposedly having to endure more responsibilities as an actual adult now. Not to mention being stripped of my "-teen" suffix that has defined me for 7 years.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">To be quite honest, I'm not feeling much other than somewhat morose. I've done nothing all day by ways of real celebration, simply because all of my friends are too far away to really celebrate with me. So I've been on my own pretty much all day. I suppose this should've bothered me earlier, but I've been on Skype with Kerri all afternoon and evening so I guess she kept my mind off of it. I tried to keep my childish happiness going by lighting 20 candles on a tiny cake and dancing about like a fool... But as I am at this moment, all I really feel is exactly that - a fool.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">I'm going to be soppy for a moment and whinge that this new age also marks the amount of time in my life spent without a significant other, or even so much as mutual romantic attraction to another. It's not like I don't feel attraction to anyone... It seems to me more like I aim too high. However, this isn't something I pine over on a daily basis, neither am I entirely desperate, but when the apple of your eye takes a liking to someone else, it's rather difficult to come to terms with. And I look and that and think, "we'll I'm just an idiot", but I'm really quite fed up of the unrequited love shindig.. And how fitting that I'm writing in this weird washed out candy red. Or pink. I don't even care right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">So I'm a little upset over the fact that a certain few people haven't (or I suppose, 'didn't' by this point) wish me a happy birthday. I'm a little upset over spending my day by myself. And I'm a little bit more upset that the person I would've liked to be talking to all day happened to be busy elsewhere. Fair enough, I'm not Queen of Sheba, but I've spiraled into a bad mood, and my bad moods are all-encompassing therefore I'm upset over stupid small things and have decided, whether you do or not, don't actually care.<br /><br />So, happy birthday to my depressing little soul and may I learn to not be so damn emotional over the trivial things that piss me off.<br /><br />Signing off, for the only time as,<br /><br />Roisin </span></span></b></span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 33px;"><b>♪♫<br /><br />Extra bit: I often like to use this space to vent what I'm thinking. How I'm feeling. Just a way for me to void the complex emotions I'm mixed up in. Most of what I say might be vague, despite knowing not a lot of people read this blog, I still don't want to bare the entirety of my soul. There are those who are close and may understand too much.<br />Oddly enough, this rant hasn't completely helped...<br /><br />I have a special book for that.</b></span></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-25439290433742423282012-10-26T01:46:00.000+01:002012-10-26T01:51:12.277+01:00Do the clothes ever end??<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Segoe Print; font-size: large;"><b><span style="line-height: 33px;">So, I'm back 8D</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">And I've never written a post in this colour before. Probably because it's the same colour as my title font but ssshh..</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">So I'm back from my Brighton trip. I was actually back on Sunday (it's now Thursday (now Friday since I started this post hours ago (too many brackets))), and I couldn't update on the coach due to no wifi access and my impromptu nausea. Then it transpired that I couldn't access the wifi on the Uni Campus. Sucked to be me. Except having Ryan for four days. If it weren't for that, I might have made a start on the presentation and essays I need to do (no one believes this. Neither do I). Not the bit about having Ryan, the no wifi. But to be honest, both of these pose as a problem/distraction for me to do anything logical.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">Brighton was lovely - cold and rainy but lovely. I rather missed my straighteners. And with all this fog in London, my hair's allergic reactions to moisture is just escalating day after day.</span><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">My darling lovely Ryan took me 'round The Laines and all the little shops she thought I might like, and it was as though we never stepped foot outside of London except the salty sea air that was slowly but surely creating an afro for me.. And the lack of urgency for getting home on time. What a glorious feeling.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">We went to a club the night I arrived.. I'd just like to say here and now, dearest reader, that I hate clubs. I'm far too anti-social for something like that and I have NEVER felt so uncomfortable in my life. I can't really explain to you why. It's not like it was a situation I've never been in before. But I.. don't know. It was like crowd anxiety but no panic attack followed. I just urgently needed a wall or something that I could flower on. And I hate being egged on to do something. People telling me to do something after I've said no angers me ridiculous amounts. Especially if I were already trying to do it.</span><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">Remind me never to leave the house. Ever.</span><br /><span style="line-height: 33px;">(I'm being mellow dramatic, I just don't want to ever be so social again.)<br /><br />Despite that, I still enjoyed my stay there. Didn't enjoy the kitchen or bathroom but beggars can't be choosers.<br /></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold; line-height: 33px;"><span style="color: #bf9000;">Today, I'm attempting to find my floor after my wardrobe vomited its contents at me while I was doing a clean out. Appreciate it.</span><br /><span style="color: #bf9000;">Right now, I'm neglecting the rest of this duty while I have a ramble and then watch the rest of Perception ep. 5.</span><br /><span style="color: #bf9000;">Tomorrow (technically later today), I go to Central London to buy Ryan's contacts for her Edward Elric cosplay, then I shall play The Sims 3 while I wait for the MCM Expo adventure on Sunday to begin.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #bf9000;">I have an extensive make-up routine planned out for Sunday morning so please God allow me to wake up on time -.-</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #bf9000;">I may post a picture when I return.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #bf9000;">Signing off~</span><br /><span style="color: #bf9000;"><br />Bren </span></span><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">♪♫</span></span></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-24962199254341644402012-10-17T22:39:00.000+01:002012-10-18T00:20:30.561+01:00Two posts in one week??<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">It must be Christmas :D</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">Almost.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">Nevertheless, I felt a necessity to update about the fact that I'm travelling south tomorrow morning to visit the love of my life ¦D</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">I'm going to see Ryan at her Brighton Uni and I shall be there for four days and three nights.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">God only knows how I managed to convince Gothel to allow me to "sleep over", a concept she detests without reason or logic. But I've broken the spell (or hypnotised her... we're not sure) to let me out of my tower. So off I go on my merry misadventuring.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">Also, my costume for this month's expo has arrived marvelously on time and fits (almost) like a glove. Except the gloves that came with it don't fit but I've got gloves. Actually, if I'm honest, I didn't even realise Lenalee wore gloves at any given point. Woops.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">I think my last point to make today is the fact that my nose is cold, I still haven't finished packing, I'm paranoid that I booked the wrong tickets and it's one month exactly today until my birthday.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">I'm turning 20.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">No one understands the turmoil my brain will be in.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">Someone asked me my age earlier and I said 18 without thinking.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">Clearly, I'm going to have some troubles with this new double digit world I'm entering in to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; line-height: 33px;">In any case, I shall endeavour to enjoy myself in my childlike wondrous ways that I also manage to.<br />Not sure that made enough sense...<br />Also not sure why that keeps returning after "my" ._.<br /><br />I may update tomorrow whilst on the coach just to giddily exclaim that I'm on my way.<br /><br />I'm sane.<br /><br />That was a lie.<br /><br />I'm going to go pack now.<br /><br />Signing off~<br /><br /><br />Bren</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> </span></span></b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>♪♫</b></span></span></span></div>
Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-85901238405936072862012-10-16T23:55:00.000+01:002012-10-17T02:03:24.396+01:00I'm not dead, honest~<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Good after-evening my whimsical ghost readers~<br /><br />So, after going into hiding for an appalling year and a month, I have returned. If I'm honest, my old laptop gave out on me. Like they all seem to do, it's rather depressing. That's my excuse for neglecting my little piece of internet for so long. I thought about updating, I really did, but my desktop is only good for playing The Sims 3. Though, apparently one - and only one - of the expansions needs a new graphics card. Ugh, really? Everything else worked fine, what's your problem? So now I'm stuck with animals that look a lot less than healthy. I can't even begin to describe the horrors of graphically incorrect Sim Pets whose icons look like they've died screaming bloody murder to a crimson moon.<br /><br />Either way, I have to spend money to make it better so I may as well buy a ridiculously fanciful new computer and be done with it. I have a student loan and mummy's fixing up a little short films business for herself, so why not splash out on some pretty technology?<br /><br />'So how comes I'm back?', I hear the rows of empty seats ask in this abandoned theater I call my blog with its lowly tumbleweeds. 'Well', I begin in exclamation knowing even I'm not terribly intrigued by what I have to say, 'I have a new laptop!'<br /><br />*Applauds self*<br /><br />That's right, I bought me a brand new, shiny red laptop.<br />I've yet to name it. I think I shall call it "Garnet Monkey" as all my technology have names in this format. They are the "Monkey" family. And as of right now I'm changing that spelling to "Munky" to fit with my twitter account.<br />I have an obsession with gemstones and colours, hence the fact they're all called things like "Sapphire" and "Ruby". "They" being my red and blue iPods (long story as to why I have two, let's just say one broke and then didn't) and my chunky clunky mobular telecommunication device.<br /><br />But wait, if I have a student loan, then that can mean only one thing..!!<br /><br />That's right my dearest readers. I beat up my friends and bullied them to buy me pointless crap.<br /><br />Or we could go with the story about me passing my Diploma (I think?) and getting on to the BMus degree with ease.<br />Yup. You heard (read) it right. Little ole' me gone done and passed something.<br />It seems if it isn't music, I can't do it well enough. I even surpassed my own expectation of only going to the Higher Diploma.<br />LIKE A BOSS.<br /><br />You just wait, future me who will read this in 3 years time because I just told her (you.. me?) to. You are totally gonna.. Do something awesome.<br />I won't speculate in case I don't and read this with bitterness.<br />Sorry, my optimism is crushed 'neath my pessimism when it comes to personal matters. I often let myself down so when I really accomplish something and get noticed for it (by people who aren't my next of kin or something akin (lol) to that) I get very happy. And oftentimes, motivated.<br /><br />And I promise to update my rambling spot more often.<br />I manage to entertain myself when I reread my posts.<br /><br />Signing off, with cold nosed and heavy eyed love,</span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><br />Bren</span><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>♪♫</b></span></span></span></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-86348509146322020242011-09-07T17:20:00.000+01:002012-10-26T01:51:31.910+01:00Happy September! (Yes, I know it's a week in already)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">So, it's that time of year again. Kids going back to school, some starting new schools; older ones going off to university (later in the month) and others going into work. It's exciting somehow.<br />
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My now old secondary school, the mighty Gumley House, has already started into the Autumn term and it's a little strange not to still be there sitting in lessons I'm not enjoying.<br />
I HAVE to visit though - I NEEEEEEEED to know what our music department looks like now. Our old head of music (who also left with us *sad face*) somehow managed to get the dept. £35, 000 worth of stuff from some place that was shutting down, and a new studio.<br />
Thanks, sir, appreciate it now I'm gone -.-</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">So naturally I'll be inviting myself back to Gumley for a little snoop about.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">I'm a little anxious for my new course - I've got enrolment coming up in a couple weeks and I suppose that'll be when I meet some of the people that I'll be learning with for the next year.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">I'm not so worried about meeting new people, but I'm worried about leaving people behind.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">I'm also worried about competition -.- We're all going there to make a career out of singing in some way or another, and I presume a lot of them will be better than me.</span></span><br />
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On a random side note, I've never thought of reading text aloud as sight-reading... I'm not very good at that either lol 8)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">...Yeah, that's about all I had to say, really.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">I like the way I could start writing something with some kind of enthusiasm, and the moment I lose the inspiration I had to start with, and look up to see Twitter or Facebook with a little (1) on the tab, I'm gone O_o<br />
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So, with that, I bid no one in particular adieu.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">P.S. I seriously need the ALT codes for those music notes - having to use the Windows Character Map or C&P it from an older post is just long -.-</span></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-80467740325902478872011-09-04T22:01:00.006+01:002011-09-04T22:24:47.129+01:00Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">For some absurd, inhumane and generally ridiculous reason, I never heard much about, nor was into the band Elbow until I went to the Leeds Festival the other week (yes, that's what the ****'s were about... I'm really smart to have put the exact amount so that Ryan could easily guess it, aren't I?)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">I feel ashamed to only be recognising their godly musical awesomeness but I'm sure I'll be forgiven as I welcome it with WIDE open arms because never on the first listen has a couple of songs got me to go out and buy two entire albums... Good God these guys are good </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">¦3</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">Therefore I dedicate the rest of this post to my favourite song off my now favourite album, and just general OMFG I LOVE THIS SONG... Yeah 8)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">Also, I highlighted the lines I love most..</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><u>Mirrorball</u><br />
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">I plant the kind of kiss</span></strong></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">That wouldn't wake a baby</span></strong></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>On the self same face</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The lie wouldn't let me sleep</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And the street is singing with my feet</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Everything has changed</b></span></div><div style="color: #f9cb9c; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My sorry name</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Has made it to graffiti</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I was looking for</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Someone to complete me</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Not anymore, dear.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Everything has changed</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">You make the moon a mirrorball</span></strong></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">The streets an empty stage</span></strong></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">The city's sirens, violins</span></strong></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><b>Everything has changed</b></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So lift off love</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And lift off love</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span></div><div style="color: #f9cb9c; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">And we took the town to town last night</span></strong></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>We kissed like we invented it</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And now I know what every step is for</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>To lead me to your door</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Know that while you sleep</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Everything has changed</b></span></div><div style="color: #f9cb9c; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>You make the moon a mirrorball</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The streets an empty stage</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The city's sirens, violins</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Everything has changed.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Everything has changed.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Everything has changed</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
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So lift off love</b></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lift off love</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lift off love</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lift off love</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><b>Lift off love</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><b>Lift off love</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Lift off love</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All down to you, dear</b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><div style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div></span><div style="color: #f9cb9c; line-height: 1.5em;"></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">If you couldn't tell, the parts I highlighted started from "I plant the kind of kiss" to the last time he sings "All down to you dear"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Bren </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♪♫</span></b></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-53585509298602181592011-08-21T18:49:00.001+01:002011-09-04T22:07:12.099+01:00Brendon Urie<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">A massive inspiration in my musical life and an amazing guy. I've never had the good fortune to speak to this man but there are weird similarities between him and myself it's kinda funny.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">One of my life goals is to be able to play the same amount (if not more O_o) instruments as him... Seriously, here's a list: Vocals, guitar, bass guitar, piano, keyboard, synthesizer, programming, drums, percussion, accordion, organ, cello, violin, trumpet. <br />
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Damn him -.-<br />
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I think I have about 6 of those sorta under my belt :/</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Honestly, Brendon. Help the needy; share some talent ._. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: 800; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Also, he's completely insane. There's no two ways about it, he's insane. It's wonderful. 8)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: medium; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">[The other] Bren </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: medium; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♪♫</span></span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-90363864472818567872011-08-18T14:23:00.000+01:002011-08-18T14:23:46.562+01:00I got "bleh" results and I'm going to "bleh" University!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">It's today!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print';">Everyone's getting their A-Level results and spamming my News Feed on </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #3d85c6;">facebook</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print';">with what their results are and where it's taking them.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">Don't get me wrong now, 'cause I'm totally happy for everyone, but it's a bit of a downer.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">Simpy because I made a mess of my life and had to repeat a year so I'm behind all my friends. And then I made a mess of it the second time round and was withdrawn from my exams entirely. They pretty much kicked me out considering I was no longer on any of the registers and didn't have to attend any lessons after that...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">Looking at it, my situation was pretty bad, but it did get better because I've got myself a place on a Vocal Diploma course for the next year and will possibly move on to the Higher Diploma if I actually manage not to screw this one up as well.</span></span><br />
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But naturally, being the depressing person I am, I can't help looking at everyone going on without me and thinking "Once again, I'm out of the loop". What can I say? I hate being left behind.<br />
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Not to mention I was going to go and support them today but Gothel, the evil witch that has trapped me inside my tower trying to convince me that everything in the outside world is bad and horrible and I'm better off inside, has decided that because I already went out this week, I can't go out again.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">I'm actually going to become a hermit at this rate.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">I was probably better off not going though, 'cause I'd just be a rain cloud (and it's currently raining anyway) in the corner of the room, mulling over my useless ability to continuously mess things up for myself despite how hard people around me try to help.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Ah well. Now that I've written this out I feel better and can probably get out of bed and go have breakfast. Although, Gothel is probably lurking downstairs just waiting to rub in the fact that I only have one A-Level, and it's not even a good one, while everyone else is off to University.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">That's the brilliant part about Gothel; I cheer myself up, and she puts me back in a bad mood. She really loves the frown on my face.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">But now I have a new code name for her. It's wonderful!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">I'll forget it in about 5 minutes.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Just think, Brendon, this time next week you'll be sitting in Ryan's house enjoying yourself, waiting with great anticipation for the next day when we finally get to go to ***** ******** and see ****** ** *** *****.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">7 days 23 hours 41 minutes x seconds</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Next week should be a good one... </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Bren </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">♪♫</span></span>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-19648208645272507022011-08-16T19:49:00.004+01:002011-08-18T14:24:31.860+01:00Toast Anyone?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">I had something I was going to say here and it was quite good but I can't remember what it was. I wish I had written it down, I have a memory like a sieve sometimes -.-<br />
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In the meantime, Cake is a band I should've gotten into ages ago. They have a cool mellowness about them... Well, at least their song "Cool Blue Reason" does. Irony that I'm typing in blue as I listen? Possibly not.<br />
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Once again, I have no reason to write anything at all other than for purposes of spamming internet bandwiths and such.</span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">How about some news?<br />
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Tomorrow (now today considering I procrastinated on writing this...) looks to be a good day; The band are getting together for the first time in just over a year. Which means...!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">We shall be baking cakes...<br />
Not quite music but there's some creativity in it.<br />
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I need to go speak to Ryan's mum about things we're planning behind Ryan's back, and also give back her shoes and see if I can try to fix her little laptop which has pretty much divided by zero inside it's main drive and eaten itself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">It deleted the control panel. Seriously, how do you go about doing that???<br />
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I also need to go to a shop in Hounslow which sells threads so I can finish my little projects.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">It was Spencer's birthday just a little before I created this blog (a hundred years ago in real life, 3 minutes ago in bloggers terms) but the other day I had a brainstorm; I had picked up cross stitching not long ago because mother found a pack of it, and then I deviated from the normal patterns and ended up going from a rather pixelated looking happy flower in a pot saying 'Hi' to an embroidered Batman and The Joker.<br />
A bit insane really.<br />
I'm working on another project at the same time but I'll leave that one for later.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">So yeah. Considering I started writing this, like, 4 hours ago, I can't actually remember where my train of thoughts was going with this post.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">And considering I told myself I'd go to bed an hour ago and haven't, and also now that the internet is breaking, I think this is a good time to just say bye I'll write something more interesting another day. Probably.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;">Probably not, but we can hope can't we?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">Bren </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♪♫</span></b></span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-74870933766054367742011-08-05T14:27:00.002+01:002011-08-18T14:26:45.236+01:00I'd just like to take this moment to say,<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: x-large;"><strong>20 DAYS 23 HOURS 31 MINUTES AND SOME AMOUNT OF SECONDS LEFT UNTIL!!!<br />
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NOBODY SAY IT :# SHE MIGHT BE READING... WE DON'T WANT HER TO FIND OUT JUST YET :O<br />
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TEE FREAKING HEE<br />
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LAWLZ</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Love you</span> <span style="color: red;"><3</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Bren </strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♪♫</span></span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-56161575661453189612011-08-05T04:18:00.001+01:002011-08-05T14:31:08.394+01:00And then it hit me..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtk4xLkuMPr8KWvb7U4IQXVimDSki9Dr-TzoA8fx5xyaXOwnqveYzCx7olh7dwnX1VfJKLggQMMirEWSVw5eGRQkU-bBxzabk2sAwHYlsdOWaO3HrXTWIY7sJ0Ok1PUzd3c6-U5gpWmwTr/s1600/tumblr_l7kdrfq2nE1qdq3ajo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtk4xLkuMPr8KWvb7U4IQXVimDSki9Dr-TzoA8fx5xyaXOwnqveYzCx7olh7dwnX1VfJKLggQMMirEWSVw5eGRQkU-bBxzabk2sAwHYlsdOWaO3HrXTWIY7sJ0Ok1PUzd3c6-U5gpWmwTr/s1600/tumblr_l7kdrfq2nE1qdq3ajo1_500.jpg" t$="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Segoe Print;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">Dr. Facilier, from The Princess and the Frog<br />
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Just sayin', but he looks like my driving instructor... Should I be worried?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">LAWLZ</span></span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Segoe Print;">Bren</span></strong> <span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">♪♫</span></span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-73763019740445554872011-07-30T21:07:00.001+01:002011-08-18T14:25:15.872+01:00Be careful with status updates...<div style="color: #ea9999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><b>Honestly. I made a very harmless status update and then SUDDENLY...<br />
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RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGE!!!!!!!!<br />
</b></span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><b>What I wrote was this: </b></span></span></div><blockquote style="color: #ea9999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">· There's nothing to do and I want to sleep, but if I sleep tomorrow will come quicker which I don't want it to. But it's too boring to be awake. -____-</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><b> </b></span></span></blockquote><div style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"> <b>482 comments later and here I am telling my lonesome blogspot about it. Good grief.</b><br />
</span></div><div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b>I was only complaining about my driving test which I'm retaking tomorrow and severely not looking forward to. Then I got told it sounded depressing... Not really. It just sounds like I have a dull life.</b></span></div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b>That'll teach me to write a status as I please.</b><br />
</span></div><div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b>Considering deleting these two annoying gits but that would be low. I can't stoop to that level.</b></span></div><div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b>Yet.</b></span></div><div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b>One day I plan to purge my facebook of people I don't particularly like, talk to, or even know. Perhaps in reverse order.<br />
But this thread... I have no intention of posting it here. LAWLZ that would be silly.<br />
I WILL however post over 9000 images illustrating how I was feeling as the thread went along. Enjoy!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b> So at first I was all like</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">And then I was like,</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #ea9999; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">And then some chick started commenting and telling me I was being depressing so I attempted to put her right but she wasn't having it so I was like</span></div><div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; color: #ea9999;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #ea9999; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">Offs please go away fool</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">And then my cousin came along to defend me so I was like,</span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #ea9999; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">She's being a mong while we're trolling her~</span><br />
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And then she started being a douche and I was there like</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">So then we were there FURIOUSLY typing away to this fool </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">So then we were working together trying to tell this girl that most of her points were wrong when her friend came along to back-up her incorrect points...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">And I was literally thinking,</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"> So after a while, more stupidness ensued and then more stupid question came along and on my part I went from mocking them happily to being uber pissed at them.</span><br />
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My series of emotions went like;</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">Are they serious..???</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn_AFGglyhBg0aA5fQI3BR5TSl0SKnFp3K7AQtNuikdXvqqKg9ysyDn3QLJcRrnEBDKBWcA8wL3YlgFO7aSsyBTZVclm09ensZx0_JbrYqgFpKhCxtFB7KHCnRhPyLbxJ9kDWlnoHr3gY/s1600/RAGEY+RAAAAAAGE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn_AFGglyhBg0aA5fQI3BR5TSl0SKnFp3K7AQtNuikdXvqqKg9ysyDn3QLJcRrnEBDKBWcA8wL3YlgFO7aSsyBTZVclm09ensZx0_JbrYqgFpKhCxtFB7KHCnRhPyLbxJ9kDWlnoHr3gY/s1600/RAGEY+RAAAAAAGE.png" /></a></span></div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">So now I kinda decided to stop caring at started mercilessly spamming them with whatever thought crossed my mind and posting things one after the other in quick succession...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Problem?</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div class="" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">And now we just went back to toying with them and happily laughing at their expense while they carried on being somewhat lame in the head</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;">And then it all died down as everyone went offline and said goodnight (not in that order) except me who just sat and thought</span></div><div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; color: #ea9999;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCygttpBw7Kd2uTVVfUdDvGxFlH2TZmewS4m01FhPCFrlNIL6mFfRaWUxZ8zabcOXKINT2jFXQ3-BzAU8b4_tKvc6o-xOV5Bo7RB6f5SZHnhWDvXYTsNktzuvLDYYXzyTjkEaG9JZm71i/s1600/neutral3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCygttpBw7Kd2uTVVfUdDvGxFlH2TZmewS4m01FhPCFrlNIL6mFfRaWUxZ8zabcOXKINT2jFXQ3-BzAU8b4_tKvc6o-xOV5Bo7RB6f5SZHnhWDvXYTsNktzuvLDYYXzyTjkEaG9JZm71i/s1600/neutral3.png" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b>It wasn't all as bad as it could've ended...<br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7MuwnfB7G7CELSunYQZ2Hq6brEOBre42rh73Gt8sXGS_Aq4bYydnxZrmLNYpjOVgfABZO5oX7DeplfJGhkYsxkefzamH_U_5Xa6cyGZgqj6CWuwYKXEBGPkg_LEwu-9xtOUNJeGAoWmO/s1600/stupidity2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7MuwnfB7G7CELSunYQZ2Hq6brEOBre42rh73Gt8sXGS_Aq4bYydnxZrmLNYpjOVgfABZO5oX7DeplfJGhkYsxkefzamH_U_5Xa6cyGZgqj6CWuwYKXEBGPkg_LEwu-9xtOUNJeGAoWmO/s1600/stupidity2.png" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b> But they're still completely retarded.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As a final note I thought I'd just say, whatever the date on this post says, I started writing this on Wednesday and it's now Saturday that I've finally finished it. Too much effort with all the pictures -.-<br />
Also, I didn't pass my driving test. Again. Screw it -.-<br />
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*Sigh* Now I can write other random posts like I've been meaning to ^^<br />
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Bren <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♪♫</span></span><br />
</b></span></div></div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><span id="goog_1670430380"></span><span id="goog_1670430381"></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; clear: both; color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-75516278447684191892011-07-23T23:43:00.002+01:002011-07-30T21:11:58.222+01:00Problem?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-9_305RBMwxH4_uSWwf50tM5aR6vci9wp6txe2X8nkftgMNGe_5GdZ8smhDf0owY_33GbJlM-JlFL3PmTrCe0QZC7g-27WR25syMXD-UYwfhIKYYSL6APom7MB7pBGRhWlfxYyGLD7xq/s1600/trollface_WRAPPEDinBACONs_FIRST_PIC_DUMP-s469x428-137060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-9_305RBMwxH4_uSWwf50tM5aR6vci9wp6txe2X8nkftgMNGe_5GdZ8smhDf0owY_33GbJlM-JlFL3PmTrCe0QZC7g-27WR25syMXD-UYwfhIKYYSL6APom7MB7pBGRhWlfxYyGLD7xq/s320/trollface_WRAPPEDinBACONs_FIRST_PIC_DUMP-s469x428-137060.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-34396058011686223172011-07-18T19:52:00.004+01:002011-08-18T14:25:43.856+01:00I'll eat my right hand with a potato chip!<div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Don't ask me about the title. I didn't come up with it. I was having a conversation with an old friend about Death Note; in particular the line that Light Yagami says in a later episode - "Just watch me L; I'll solve equations with my right hand and write names with my left... I'll take a potato chip... AND <u><i>EAT IT</i></u>!"</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br />
And it's like :O omfg... That was the most epic eating of a potato chip in the history of the world</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br />
And Daniel (my old friend.. He's an old man at heart, really) was attempting the line when somehow he accidentally came up with, "I'll show you L; I'll eat potato chips with my right hand, and eat potato chips with my left hand. I'll take this notebook... AND OMNOMNOM. Tastes like death"</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Daniel = /fail. But it makes for interesting conversation.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Hello darlings!<br />
Cool... That doesn't look how it sounds in my head. That sounds like a posh aunt come to visit with exotic sweets from across the continents...</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">I meant it more like "Ello dahlings!"<br />
Think Edna Mode from the Incredibles (go look it up NAO).</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Side tracking - while looking up clips of her myself, I found out she's voiced by the movie director, Brad Bird. A dude.<br />
MIND BLOWN.<br />
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Anyway, back to whatever it was I wasn't going to tell you... Whoever "you" are.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">I think this post shall be a nice little ramble about anything. So, to begin, here's my current Facebook status:</span></div><blockquote style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">· Don't you just hate it when you try to push past a hanging tree branch with your umbrella and the tree's just like "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" and smacks your umbrella into your face?</span> </span></blockquote><blockquote style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">Yeah, I hate that too -.-</span> </span></blockquote><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">I've got 7 'Likes' on that so far... I'm feeling pretty damn popular ¦)</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">So... What shall we talk about today?</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"> How about how frustrating it is to keep the formatting of this font going when it's not actually a part of the original coding for this website.. Teehee. Breaking through their barriers :3</span></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> I think I shall make a list of all the anime and - actually I'll make a separate page for that. Thanks for the idea.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">So now what shall I talk about?<br />
I shall talk about what to talk about. BOTHER!!!<br />
This is why most people create blogs with some kind of aim... So as not to babble when they feel they should write something but don't know what to write. It reminds me of when I'm writing my diary; I start off very general but towards the end when I've used up most of the space I get an idea of what to write and try to squish it all it...</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Don't need to worry about that here though! I've got LOADS of room to ramble on... But I won't because I don't want to bore you, dear reader; my ramblings might be interesting to me, but might be rather dull to someone else so I shall make an attempt at being concise.<br />
No chance.<br />
I've recently discovered that I can't speak in a straight line. I always spawn off on another point. So if I'm explaining something long-winded to you, chances are I'll never go back to my original point.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">That's such a man's way of speaking.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Or it's a sign I speak too much.<br />
I vote for both.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Note to self: Check last entry in diary before going to bed.<br />
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Right, I think that's enough rambling for now.<br />
I shall use the next couple of posts to - I could make a separate page for that too.</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">...</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Expect pages. Lots of them.<br />
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Oh heeell -.-</span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">Bren </span><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♪♫</span></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"></span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-79807656789480201462011-07-17T12:33:00.002+01:002011-08-18T14:26:12.170+01:00Belieber it!<div style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">That was such a bad pun I'm actually ashamed -.-<br />
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Ok, today's entry shall be a little rant of sorts about Mr. Justin Bieber. Yay!<br />
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Coz I leik t07a11Y WUV h!m!!!£"$%£$^!!111!!1! <span style="color: red;">♥♥♥♥♥</span><br />
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If you can't tell, that was a blatant lie.<br />
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I was roaming the internet one day, as per the usual, sifting through pictures on DamnLOL.com (freaking amazing site for nonsense pictures) and I came across a mini documentary about Mr. Bieber. I was curious because I realise don't actually know anything about him... Other than that I've decided I don't like him because I don't want to jump on some bandwagon just because some kids hyped him up on <span style="background-color: white; color: black;">You</span><span style="background-color: red; color: white;">Tube</span>. </span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">T<span style="background-color: white;"></span>hing is, if he was a little less smug-cocky and his voice broke, and he got a better sense of style and hair cut, he'd be more appealing.<br />
Yes I know it's not all about appearances but the appearance he has now is just bloody annoying. It doesn't match his personality.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">As a musician, I respect him for his talents. There's no denying he's talented. But right now he's just a little kid who's been swept up by the media and made global just like that... There's very little background to him so his career is really shallow. That's why I don't like him. It's not like he's started small and worked his way up gradually becoming more liked by the general public; he started small then BOOM everyone loves him and it's like, there are people out there with more meaningful music than yours and they aren't getting noticed like you are.<br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">I keep thinking of little Michael Jackson (don't start yelling, I'm aware there's no comparison of this kid to MJ.. Work with me here). He was a kid singer starting out in the Jackson 5.. They've got a proper story behind them (whatever it was..) and sensation that he was, he didn't just go</span><b><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"> BOOM </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">EVERYONE LOVES ME just like that. Granted with internet and technology advances, had he started that career today he might've, but their music was funk, disco proper RnB... SOUL man... You can't say no to soul. But you can certainly say AW HELL NAW to "baby, baby, baby OOOOOH".<br />
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Hmm... Ok so this argument isn't very well structured I realise as I re-read this the morning after ranting it to my friend on MSN... But my point is - Um...<br />
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What is my point?<br />
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I don't even know anymore. Simply, Justin, get a new look and a genre more suited to a 16 year old boy who's voice has not broken yet and therefore should not be trying to woo the ladies... And then all the haters might stop hating.<br />
I'm just indifferent to your existence but it does make me cringe.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">Anyway, I'm gonna go have breakfast now. It's like 12:25pm and I've been at my laptop since I woke up two hours ago. I should probably write a post about how I like computers too much... Mmmm.<br />
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Bren. </span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">♪♫</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2848932894605616501.post-85660343825253596782011-07-16T14:19:00.002+01:002011-08-18T14:23:42.424+01:00Is this Earth??<div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Congratulations to me on being born!!</span></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">No, it's not my birthday... <br />
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Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. <br />
My name is Roisin. But in the world of the peculiar, odd and "why did you just lick my arm??" I more often go by the nickname Brendon. <br />
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Yes, I am aware this is a male name and I am female. If you've read my little auto-bio you may have guessed that things in my head and world don't go quite according to the rest of the outside contemporary world. But it's OK, we should embrace the weirder parts of ourselves otherwise you may find that you will lose yourself in amongst the trivial unimportant happenings of media and other such drivel as that. <br />
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To explain my nickname, I was baptised with this title about two years ago when a few friends and I formed our band 'Dark Rayne Sonata'. As we are all MAD fans of Panic! At The Disco, we decided it a good idea to name ourselves after the band member with our respective positions. Therefore, as the lead singer, I am now Brendon.<br />
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Pleased to make your acquaintance. <br />
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So... Ok, formal time over.<br />
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This blog was created by accident then on a whim. I </span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;">was actually trying to write a comment on a friend's blog (my lead guitarist and second vocalist, Ryan - also female with male name) using the band's Twitter account.. I kinda forgot how to do it and through a mad series of events I found myself at a page requesting that I sign up... So I did and here I am talking to no one at the moment. But perhaps someone will find interest in my lowly blog space (that doesn't know me directly... You lot don't count ¬ ¬).<br />
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I'm trying not to ramble on for too long; this is a bad habit of mine especially when it's just me and my thoughts and somewhere that I can read them back to myself.<br />
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Perhaps for now I'll just.. Oh I dunno -.- I'll leave it there and things can be learned over time.<br />
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Also, there is not point to this blog. It has no aim, no meaning, no cause.<br />
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It's just standing around "Waiting for the sky to fall".<br />
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It shall be my interactive thought-pad. <br />
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That works nicely.<br />
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Bren. </span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';">♪♫</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></div>Brendon :3http://www.blogger.com/profile/14681624371119030336noreply@blogger.com1Westminster, London, UK51.5001524 -0.1262361999999939151.322796399999994 -0.39052969999999393 51.6775084 0.1380573000000061