<?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-18922348</id><updated>2011-09-02T10:50:17.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Told By The Rebel87</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113743121477612372</id><published>2006-01-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:01:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Quitting</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to inform you that I'm going to stop blogging regularly here.&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;a href="http://ubergirl87.blogspot.com"&gt;my other blog &lt;/a&gt;will still be running.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've found that both my blogs are quite similar, so I'm going to use this blog whenever I get the urge to bring up a topic I've already tackled.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this in &lt;strong&gt;no way&lt;/strong&gt; means I'm quitting, or even considering it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113743121477612372?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113743121477612372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113743121477612372' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113743121477612372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113743121477612372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-not-quitting.html' title='I&apos;m Not Quitting'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113681646497589483</id><published>2006-01-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T06:21:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Border</title><content type='html'>Why do Saudi men enjoy harassing females?&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;utterly&lt;/em&gt; convinced that they do enjoy it immensly, and nothing anyone says can convince me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;On the Bahrain border, the customs guy shouted my name.&lt;br /&gt;I rolled the window down and said "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"I need a copy of your permission slip."&lt;br /&gt;You see, we fully grown Saudi Arabian women cannot leave the country (minus our 'guardians') without our said said 'guardian's' permission. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle (who was driving us there) said "The slip is stapled to the passport, but I have another written statement from her father."&lt;br /&gt;"What use is a stupid letter to me!? I need a copy of this here slip!"&lt;br /&gt;To which my uncle replied with a "No one ever asks us for a copy of anything. Usually the slip itself is enough."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, whoever's let you across any border without a copy of the slip was doing you a favour. Out of pity." He said, eyeing me.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, knowing my raging temper, my uncle was giving me worried glances. In short, he was waiting for the out burst. I did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What do you mean? &lt;/em&gt;I have been every where, and I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; heard of needing a copy of the permission slip, &lt;em&gt;because I do &lt;strong&gt;not need one."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at us like we were a breed of maggots, and said "Give me that &lt;em&gt;letter.&lt;/em&gt; I'll accept it just this once. You're very lucky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further inspection &lt;em&gt;(or pondering. Whatever.),&lt;/em&gt; I came to the realization&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that there &lt;em&gt;is no need for a copy of the permission slip. &lt;/em&gt;The man was just being his sexist, Saudi male self.&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck them. Every male chauvinist pig out there; &lt;strong&gt;GO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113681646497589483?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113681646497589483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113681646497589483' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113681646497589483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113681646497589483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-border.html' title='On The Border'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113544327343873026</id><published>2005-12-24T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:54:33.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In A Mood</title><content type='html'>I hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;And the world hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good deal, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113544327343873026?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113544327343873026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113544327343873026' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113544327343873026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113544327343873026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-in-mood.html' title='I&apos;m In A Mood'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113467870415006689</id><published>2005-12-15T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:39:51.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ME ME ME ME!!</title><content type='html'>Some people are so far up their own asses, that they've forgotten that anything other than themselves exists.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone knows what I'm talking about. There are these certain people that just &lt;em&gt;cannot fucking stop talking about themselves&lt;/em&gt;. It's fucking sickening.&lt;br /&gt;"I went..&lt;br /&gt;"I did..&lt;br /&gt;"I pissed yellow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody fucking cares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; with the useless information that you are forcing into my brain!?&lt;br /&gt;Do I &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like I care what your baby brother/nephew/niece/sister/son did!?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm interested in hearing about your trip to the desert/Paris/Rome/the bathroom!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying no one should talk about themselves, I'm just saying I hate people who talk about themselves nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who's like that, and I once gave her a taste of her own fucking medicine...&lt;br /&gt;"My little sister did the &lt;em&gt;cutest&lt;/em&gt; impression of-"&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I've been to the-"&lt;br /&gt;"I met-"&lt;br /&gt;"I-"&lt;br /&gt;She kept cutting me off.&lt;br /&gt;These people cannot carry a decent conversation. They stop you mid sentence to tell you &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; experience with whatever you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I would very much like it if all these people were locked together in one room, so that the rest of humanity can live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;That's not going to happen, needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113467870415006689?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113467870415006689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113467870415006689' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113467870415006689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113467870415006689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-me-me-me-me.html' title='ME ME ME ME ME!!'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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-18922348.post-113408213619300442</id><published>2005-12-08T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:48:56.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death To Emoticons</title><content type='html'>What is it with people and the exessive use of emoticons (on MSN messenger?)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm talking to an eight year old gone crazy with his/her sticker book! I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; take anyone seriously on the messenger anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about a funny little cartoon, I'm talking about the people who use nothing but those animated letters that appeal to toddlers, if anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God,&lt;/em&gt; grow up, exessive users of emoticons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113408213619300442?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113408213619300442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113408213619300442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113408213619300442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113408213619300442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/12/death-to-emoticons.html' title='Death To Emoticons'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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-18922348.post-113378789371614161</id><published>2005-12-05T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T05:34:43.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Whininess</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people invite me to things because it would be 'rude' not to.&lt;br /&gt;What am I, some sort of fucking filler?! Born to serve the purpose of making you look like someone who has alot of friends!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people expect me to be &lt;em&gt;nice to them&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all the fucking time. &lt;/strong&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a fucking Teletubbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; when people don't study for a test, then complain about how hard it was. You fucking shit-head, you didn't even &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to do well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who stare (can you tell I've been to &lt;a href="http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/freaky-me.html"&gt;shari3 Khamsa&lt;/a&gt; recently? Lol). Don't they know it's &lt;em&gt;rude? &lt;/em&gt;Oh! Wait, I forgot. They were raised by a series of nannies, who couldn't care less what kind of human would result from their carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113378789371614161?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113378789371614161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113378789371614161' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113378789371614161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113378789371614161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-whininess.html' title='Random Whininess'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113354429935127944</id><published>2005-12-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:07:02.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OC = Orange CRAP</title><content type='html'>What &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; it with people and the OC!?&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;'just a good show', I assure you. All it is, is a &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; bad soap opera, with a &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; good soundtrack. (That, and Seth Cohen, God damn him!)&lt;br /&gt;It is not funny, no one can realte to it (you don't, you just &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you do), and the clothes aren't even that fucking cute!&lt;br /&gt;And the writers are &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;, I tell you. At first, I was &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; amused by the &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; adoreable Seth-Ryan banter, but it gets old, people.&lt;br /&gt;You can rely on it for maybe a season (if you're a really good writer), but now it's not even a little fucking entertaining anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started on Marissa. Good ol' "I'm straight. No, I'm gay now. Straight again! Wait, what am I exactly this week?" Marissa.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113354429935127944?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113354429935127944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113354429935127944' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113354429935127944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113354429935127944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/12/oc-orange-crap.html' title='OC = Orange CRAP'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113328409276246008</id><published>2005-11-29T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:08:12.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains Are Quite Usefull, Don'tcha Know..</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or do most people seem to find it hard to get access into thier own &lt;em&gt;brains?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a weekly basis, people I am trying very hard to have a mildly intelligent fucking conversation with, stop me mid sentence, just as I am about to make an important point, on for example; the dire state of our fucked up society, and say: "Wow, you think alot, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong; but isn't the whole point of having a fucking brain actually &lt;em&gt;bothering to &lt;strong&gt;use it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what baffles me is this; I believe human beings spend alot of time inside their minds, so if there are no thoughts, opinions, or debates going on, what exactly &lt;em&gt;happens &lt;/em&gt;in there? &lt;em&gt;Nothing? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that I know people who have gone for 19 years without opening a single book (save for the ones we must read for school)? And what's even more strange; they don't intend to. How does one &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; that? (Not that I'd like to try.)&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like these people have more important things to do than think or read. From what they tell me, all they do is sit around all day and watch reality TV. According to them; they lead busy, productive lives, and have no time to indulge in silly litte activities like say; &lt;em&gt;thinking &lt;/em&gt;(as we people who have no lives like to call it.)&lt;br /&gt;How absurd it is to even suggest such a thing!&lt;br /&gt;Silly little me with my silly idea of stimulating one's brain!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I need to get out of here before I turn into a brain-dead clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113328409276246008?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113328409276246008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113328409276246008' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113328409276246008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113328409276246008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/brains-are-quite-usefull-dontcha-know.html' title='Brains Are Quite Usefull, Don&apos;tcha Know..'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113284161958947300</id><published>2005-11-25T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:51:35.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Policemen</title><content type='html'>I hate our society.&lt;br /&gt;The women are demented, the men are disgusting, and the children are God damned &lt;em&gt;divas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the fucking policemen. They don't do their fucking &lt;em&gt;jobs&lt;/em&gt;. Do you know that Saudi policemen commit most rapes in Saudi Arabia?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that help you sleep better at night?&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me (about two years ago), that she and her sister were on their way to an appointment, and all of a sudden, a police car started chasing them, and then pulled them over.&lt;br /&gt;The policeman got out of his car, went up to theirs, and their driver rolled down his window.&lt;br /&gt;The policeman indicated that he would like to speak to the passengers; my friend and her older sister.&lt;br /&gt;What follows is the conversatioin that took place:&lt;br /&gt;"Good afternoon, girls. Where are you two off to?" Ofcourse, here he gave a disgusting toothless grin.&lt;br /&gt;"We're late for an appointment, now if you wouldn't mind telling us why you pulled us over, we'd like to be on our way."&lt;br /&gt;"What's the hurry? Don't you want to have a little chat?"And he &lt;em&gt;winked. Ew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I told you officer, we're late."&lt;br /&gt;"You're sure you don't want to &lt;em&gt;talk?&lt;/em&gt;"*Wink*.&lt;br /&gt;"NO!"&lt;br /&gt;''Alright.. Alright..Wait, here,"He handed them a piece of paper with his cell number scrawled on, ''If you need anything, gimmie a call.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my dear friends, is a man entrusted with our beloved country's security. Charming, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113284161958947300?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113284161958947300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113284161958947300' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113284161958947300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113284161958947300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/policemen.html' title='Policemen'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113268492323554610</id><published>2005-11-22T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:52:33.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Me</title><content type='html'>Why are people so afraid of "looking like a freak"?&lt;br /&gt;I believe you all know shari3 5amsa (Heh, more like pathetic &lt;em&gt;sidewalk&lt;/em&gt; 5amsa), to those of you who don't; Shari' Khamsa (translation: Street Five) is where the 'cool' girls at KSU hang out when they don't have classes.&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned that the very end of Shari' Khamsa, is reserved exclusivley for 'freaks'.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say; I now sit there whenever there's a spot on a bench available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so wrong with being (or looking like) a freak? I would &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; rather be a freak than one of those bitchy KSU &lt;strong&gt;clones&lt;/strong&gt; who wouldn't know what being original was if originality itself patted her on the back then pissed all over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel (aka, The Freak)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113268492323554610?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113268492323554610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113268492323554610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113268492323554610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113268492323554610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/freaky-me.html' title='Freaky Me'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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-18922348.post-113218439323879247</id><published>2005-11-17T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:39:53.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer Is Infected</title><content type='html'>My lap top just got infected.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I hate the people who come up with viruses. You know who I hate more, though? The people who spread them around, the dirty bastards.&lt;br /&gt;Why!? Why would you do that, you evil people!? What the hell did I ever do to you!? Now I need to reformat the whole fucking thing and lose all of my shit. I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; my shit. But now it's fucking gone because of those fucking computer &lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt; geniuses, that for some fucked up reason, have nothing better to do than sit at thier computers, and come up with ways to ruin my (and, I'm sure, other people's) lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what also pisses me off is; Why &lt;em&gt;the hell&lt;/em&gt; doesn't Microsoft or some Anti-Virus company hire these bastards? They have proven time and time again that their genius is superior to the dickheads who actually &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; at those companies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD humans are idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113218439323879247?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113218439323879247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113218439323879247' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113218439323879247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113218439323879247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-computer-is-infected.html' title='My Computer Is Infected'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113205870661851120</id><published>2005-11-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:48:22.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be A Rockstar</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or does everyone in this country seem to not have a life? Or sense of humour? Or anything else that I in particular value?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is productive is viewed by Saudis as "fa6'awa" (a result of too much time on one's hands).&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up the guitar, and as a result, people laugh and say: Huh! And then what? You start your own rock band!? HAHA! Why don't you learn how to cook instead? You know, learn something that you'll use once you get married.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am absolutley &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;infuriated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by these people's idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; start my own fucking rock band and we'll make it big, and I'll tell Rolling Stone all about you assholes making fun of me! I'll even name names! (That should scare 'em, lol).&lt;br /&gt;And I will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never ever ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;learn how to cook, you bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I don't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to get married, *Gasp! Shock! Horror!*, yes marriage isn't everything, you fucking air heads!&lt;br /&gt;Females in Saudi Arabia don't understand that you don't &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to get married. You can live without a man, Wallah. It won't kill you! (Infact, you'll live longer! Scientifically proven, peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this messed up society.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and who wants to audtion for my band? I need a 2nd guitarist, a drummer, and a bass guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for me in the Rolling Stone!&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113205870661851120?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113205870661851120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113205870661851120' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113205870661851120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113205870661851120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-be-rockstar.html' title='I Want To Be A Rockstar'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113196960587503178</id><published>2005-11-14T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T04:00:05.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules rules rules..</title><content type='html'>I go to KSU, and they don't let you out ouf school utill 12 O'clock.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked why, this is the response I got: "Lots of parents have been complaining that their girls lie to them; telling them they get off school at a late hour when they don't, so that they could go out cruisin' with some guys in the parking lot."&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck does this have to do with anything!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Parents; don't trust your kid? Who do you think raised him/her to be untrustworthy?&lt;br /&gt;There's only two possible answers: You, or the nanny. And frankly; both answers are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;And if your child is doing things at school behind your back, &lt;strong&gt;you deal with it&lt;/strong&gt; yourself. You don't blame the school and go crying to whoever's in charge! (Unless ofcourse, you're five..)&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize you're asking a &lt;em&gt;college&lt;/em&gt; to basically &lt;em&gt;raise&lt;/em&gt; your child for you!? Is that how lazy you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) KSU: What the hell is you problem? You people just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; making up rules that torture me, don't you?! And while we're on the subject, what is up with the 'no t-shirts' rule?! Or the 'no colorful tops' rule?! Is it &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much fun, making people's live miserable!? Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;And why are &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; the ones who can't leave before 12? Why not make the boys stay 'till 12? It all ends up in the Saudi anti-female cycle. How charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I don't frollic in the parking lot with boys. Why lock &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; in aswell?!&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a child. I don't need KSU to tell me what I can and can't wear, and when I can leave. I want to leave when I feel like it, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH stupid school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113196960587503178?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113196960587503178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113196960587503178' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113196960587503178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113196960587503178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/rules-rules-rules.html' title='Rules rules rules..'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18922348.post-113188504526446202</id><published>2005-11-13T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:30:45.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rebel Is Born.</title><content type='html'>I am here to talk about anything and everything that is wrong with the world.&lt;br /&gt;In short; I am here to &lt;strong&gt;save all of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;The Rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18922348-113188504526446202?l=rebel87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/feeds/113188504526446202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18922348&amp;postID=113188504526446202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113188504526446202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18922348/posts/default/113188504526446202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebel87.blogspot.com/2005/11/rebel-is-born.html' title='A Rebel Is Born.'/><author><name>rebel87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338522235071960835</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></feed>
