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Wednesday, 26 November 2008

omg i love quizzes. haha
(stolen from sherilyn (handbell junior))

the letter:
Dear (last person who SMSed you):
i don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). i think i realized it (2) (3) and i saw you (4) (5). i'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). i'm returning (8) to you, but i'll keep (9) as a memory. you should also know that i (10) (11) (12).
-your name-

1. What's the colour of your shirt?
blue- our romance is over
red- our affair is over
white- i'll join the monastery
black- i dislike you
green- our horoscope doesn't match
grey- you're a pervert
yellow- i'm selling myself
pink- your nostrils are insulting
brown- the mafia wants you
no shirt- you're a loser
other- i'm in love with your sister

2. Which is your birthday month?
Jan- that night
Feb- last year
Mar- when your dwarf bit me
Apr- when i tripped on sesame seeds
May- 1 May
June- when you put cuffs on me
July- when i threw up
Aug- when i saw the shrunken head
Sep- when we skinny dipped
Oct- when i quoted Santa
Nov- when your dog ran amok
Dec- when i changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
tacos- in your apartment
pizza- in your camping car
pasta- outside of Chicago
hamburgers- under the bus
salad- as you ate enchilada
chicken- in your closet
kabob- with Paris Hilton
fish- in women's clothing
sandwiches- at the Hare Krishna graduation
lasagna- at the mental hospital
hot dog- under the state of trance
none of the above- with George Bush and his wife

4. What's the colour of your socks?
yellow- hit on
red- insult
black- ignore
blue- knock out
purple- pour syrup on
white- carve initials into
grey- pull the clothes off
brown- put leeches on
orange- castrate
pink- pull the toupee off
barefoot- sit on
other- drive out

5. What's the colour of your underwear?
black- my best friend
white- my father
grey- Bill Clinton
brown- my fart balloon
purple- my mustard souffle
red- Donald Duck
blue- my avocado plant
yellow- my penpal in Ghana
orange- my Kid Rock-collection
pink- Man U's goalkeeper
none- my John F. Kennedy statue
other- the crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
scrubs- man
O.C.- emotional
one tree hill- open
heroes- frostbitten
lost- high
house- scarred
simpsons- cowardly
the news- mongolic
idol- masochistic
family guy- senile
top model- middle-class
none of the above- ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
happy- how awful i've felt
sad- how boring you are
bored- that Santa doesn't exist
angry- that your pimples are at the last stage
depressed- that we're cousins
excited- that there's no solution to this
nervous- the middle-east
worried- that your honda sucks
apathetic- that i did a sex-change
ashamed- that i'm allergic to your hamster
cuddly- that i get turned on by garbage men
overjoyous- that i'm open
other- that extreme home makeover sucks

8. What's the colour of your walls in your bedroom?
white- your ring
yellow- your love letters
red- your Darth Vader poster
black- your tame stone
blue- the couch cushions
green- the pictures from LA
orange- your false teeth
brown- your contact book
grey- our matching snoopy bibs
purple- your old lottery coupons
pink- the cut toenails
other- your memories from the military service

9. The 1st letter of your 1st name?
A/B- your photo
C/D- the oil stocks
E/F- your neighbour Martin
G/H- my virginity
I/J- the results of your blood sample
K/L- your left ear
M/N- your suicide note
O/P- my common sense
Q/R- your mum
S/T- your collection of butterflies
U/V- your criminal record
W/X- David's tricot outfits
Y/Z- your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B- always will remember
C/D- never will forget
E/F- always wanted to break
G/H- never openly mocked
I/J- always have felt dirty before
K/L- will tell the authorities about
M/N- told in my confession today about
O/P- was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R- told my psychiatrist about
S/T- get sick when i think of
U/V- always will try to forget
W/X- am better off without
Y/Z- never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
water- our friendship
beer- senility
soft drink- a new life as a clone
soda- the incarnation as an eskimo
milk- the apartment building
wine- cocaine abuse
cider- a passionate interest for mice
juice- Oprah Winfrey imitations
mineral water- embarrassing rash
hot chocolate- eggplant-fetishism
whisky- to ruin WW2
other- to hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on vacation?
Thailand- warm regards
USA- best regards
England- good luck on your short term leave from jail
Spain- go and drown yourself
China- disgusting regards
Germany- with ease
Japan- go burn
Greece- your everlasting enemy
Australia- greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt- f*** off now
France- in pain

so it's becomes...

the letter:
Dear satay:
i don't really know how to tell you this, but i'm selling myself. i think i realized it when i changed tennis shoes in your apartment and i saw you sit on the crazy monk
. i'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that extreme home makeover sucks. i'm returning the cut toenails to you, but i'll keep the results of your blood sample as a memory. you should also know that i never openly mocked our friendship good luck on your short term leave from jail.
-joanne!!-

sounds damn wrong. lol
11:30 pm



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you're not sorry
Taylor Swift

All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh