<?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-4126520145600113769</id><updated>2011-08-12T03:03:51.937+10:00</updated><category term='party'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='overseas'/><category term='babble'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Fanstuff'/><category term='videoclip'/><category term='university'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Job'/><title type='text'>When The Sky Was Made Of Amethyst</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-897679615847643799</id><published>2008-11-01T23:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:01:13.884+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'># 34 - ......</title><content type='html'>You know life is good when friends = people who change the subject when you really need to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing brilliant -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-897679615847643799?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/897679615847643799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=897679615847643799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/897679615847643799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/897679615847643799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/11/34.html' title='# 34 - ......'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-4845978523137041195</id><published>2008-05-27T00:15:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:24:09.283+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>#33 - Day Out after CBG =)</title><content type='html'>Today was great!! After stumbling through my dodgy Cell Biology and Genetics poster, Milica and I went down to that salad place and ate lunch and then headed down to darling harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just layed on the grass for a few hours n rambled about random stuff. It was really relaxing. After that we walked around until we spotted The Chinese Gardens and decided to go inside. It was really peaceful and tranquil!! After walking through the whole area and taking photos we just sat for a few minutes in silence. We went out for icecream after that and spotted the water park area in front of Maccas...haha we took of our shoes and just waded through it! lol everyone was looking at us but we felt very carefree. Finally after walking around some more and taking inappropriate photos with many a statues xD we headed down to French Riviera and sipped on some iced chocolates. It was really great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely felt like heading to work after that but i walked past the CBD to work...and it even got better! my habbo supervisor is away for a week :) I wish i was working more because today was so relaxing and it was such a great atmosphere without her!! Everyone else agreed too...Yeah we talked while we were waiting for people to pick up the phone and such but we did not perform any less...In fact i got more surveys then i have before for that particular assignment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was excellently relaxing today!! Tomorrow (or should i say today?!) is going to be tough to get through Biosphere though =S especially since i haven't done my research yet! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's days like yesterday that makes you appreciate having university smack bang in the city xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-4845978523137041195?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/4845978523137041195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=4845978523137041195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4845978523137041195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4845978523137041195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/05/33-day-out-after-cbg.html' title='#33 - Day Out after CBG =)'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-3431266128439716360</id><published>2008-05-26T01:33:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:17:03.663+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>#32 - Some People....</title><content type='html'>...will never know how much I care about them or appreciate them...&lt;br /&gt;Like you can't really express things like that eh? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacko totally made my night. He said everything i needed to hear and as i was reading it tears were just rolling down my face because he was saying what i needed to hear..he'll never know how much that affected me or how everything he said was absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we do not stay in contact for a long time, I'm SO fucking glad I met him. I think it was just one of those things that happen just to lead to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-3431266128439716360?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/3431266128439716360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=3431266128439716360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/3431266128439716360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/3431266128439716360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/05/32-some-people.html' title='#32 - Some People....'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-6723275721974363254</id><published>2008-05-24T19:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:47:16.889+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'># 31 - Tragus undetected Day 5</title><content type='html'>I think that is a pretty good effort. If i wasn't getting more of em i'd think that i'd get away with atleast a month...hehe...I'm so screwed LOL...it's like i'm walking into a deathtrap &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i worked today. The more i stay in the job the more i see the bitchiness of it. The people particularily the shitty hobbo supervisor is a completely cow. She's so dumb and she thinks she's top shit -.-' LOL she doesn't realize how foolish she looks and we always have a good laugh at her expense. i don't care as long as i get paid!! Plus the other newbies are so nice and we all get along pretty well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i need to start my 5minute speech. Wah =( I really CANNOT wait until this assignment is over. It's just been a dark cloud hovering over me ever since we got it!! I'm gonna be OVER THE MOON when it's finished..LESS THEN 48HOURS!! WOOOOO!! i don't even care about how shitty i am at it...i just need it to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to print the poster now n maybe stay up tonight n finish it...wah! i forgot to buy some Vs today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay uts parteh thursday to celebrate end of assessments. Perhaps it is about time i go to one of those things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-6723275721974363254?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/6723275721974363254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=6723275721974363254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/6723275721974363254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/6723275721974363254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-tragus-undetected-day-5.html' title='# 31 - Tragus undetected Day 5'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-9192487551082893290</id><published>2008-05-22T02:45:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:01:44.658+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#30 - Rambling Days</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to blog about. I just need something to do to get me more awake. I can't think of much that has been happening. Trying not to do much seeing as I have so much schoolwork to do and yet I waste time and don't even end up doing that. 4 days until the assignment is due and finally i'm doing it &gt;&lt;" I hope i can get this poster printed on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up picking Spain as my preference for my major. I'll leave it up to chance i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Karen and Laurence came up to me and asked me to explain what happened that friday night. As they did, I felt my eyes loose focus/shake and vertigo. I can't even talk about it...That scares me...What about if i have some real disease? As stupid as it sounds, I'm too scared to go to the doctor's to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to next Friday. Not so much because it is a great deal but because I feel it will help me deal with some things, even if it may cause me unnecessary stress and drama in the long run. I REALLY need this and that is why I can't wait a few months or even a year. It needs to happen now. It hardly seems like a choice really, it's like it decides on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-9192487551082893290?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/9192487551082893290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=9192487551082893290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/9192487551082893290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/9192487551082893290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-rambling-days.html' title='#30 - Rambling Days'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-5248854933726803644</id><published>2008-05-16T23:27:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:39:40.475+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'># 29 - Not So In Control</title><content type='html'>I got home at about 1am and it was wonderful. Babysteps are sorta working and i got yelled at to the extreme... i think it went for more then an hour but even that was good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going well too until moments beyond my control had to intervene ....I ended up walking around alone for a long time afterwards n then heading home later in the night with my hair smelling like cigerettes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my assignment is due in a week and i haven't started...exams are in a few more weeks n i haven't started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* starting is the hardest part xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-5248854933726803644?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/5248854933726803644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=5248854933726803644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5248854933726803644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5248854933726803644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-in-control.html' title='# 29 - Not So In Control'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-2353641458267568043</id><published>2008-04-13T11:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:09:22.395+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'># 28 - I'm officially a working girl ^^Y</title><content type='html'>woo! well i haven't actually started working but i will soon. I've been warned i will be bored enough to quit though =/ So we'll see what happens haha...either way it is good money so it must be pretty horrendous for me to want to quit &gt;&lt;" I'm in telecommunications as one of those research people hehe...I know what it is to be annoying *poke poke* so seems this job is good for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exams coming. Exams are poo :( Currently it is really hard to predict what sort of marks i expect to recieve =/ Oh how i miss the predictability of high school classes. What is worse is that i can't even start some SERIOUS memorizing study. I just sit staring at my textbook thinking about random things and next thing i know i'm asleep dribbling all over my expensive pile of paper!! I hope i can get my act together soon or it will not end well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be suprised to fail atleast one subject in first year but i would prefer it not to be in first semester =/ I think i'll just feel really set back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good chat with anna over a facebook message. it was fun to hear what's been happening with that girl. I can't wait to see her in a few months!! =D I'm so pleased that she's finally booked the tickets..it seems that the time she returns is getting closer ^^..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents freaked out at me about the whole job thing. I've been yelled at everyday about something in relation to it. I wish they'd stop being so unstable about things and just support me when i need them to...and not try to be so supportive that i don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it better to learn from one's mistakes instead of just taking what other people say as gospel? I think it is important and they don't understand that. Well i better get back to this biospere crud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST SUBJECT EVAAA! (after stats of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-2353641458267568043?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/2353641458267568043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=2353641458267568043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2353641458267568043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2353641458267568043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/04/28-im-officially-working-girl-y.html' title='# 28 - I&apos;m officially a working girl ^^Y'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-8189884359591291543</id><published>2008-04-06T00:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:33:10.011+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'># 27 - Some people are plain stupid...</title><content type='html'>These guys are so ignorant and immature sometimes....i love being immature as much as the next person but god! sometimes i just want to punch them. Even if they aren't personally attacking me it bugs me so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would fucking grow some brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should distance them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-8189884359591291543?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/8189884359591291543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=8189884359591291543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/8189884359591291543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/8189884359591291543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/04/27-some-people-are-plain-stupid.html' title='# 27 - Some people are plain stupid...'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-1910593630381282851</id><published>2008-04-03T14:46:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:57:09.787+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'># 26 - Procrastination is a stubborn habit.</title><content type='html'>So i'm sitting here with about 3hours left in my 6hr break. I think i shall go upstairs as soon as i finish blogging for a bit of a snooze or maybe some study. Whichever comes first ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last couple of weeks have been pretty bland. Nothing has happened and the stress of university is mounting even more!! I really want to see people :( Blah university friends are boring me as of late...haha i've been here for too long already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the WORST luck this week and i dont know why! its so strange.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i had a really bad fall pulling on my pajama pants..YES I WAS PUTTING ON MY PANTS AND I STACKED IT REALLY BADLY!! &gt;&lt;"...i never do that and atleast that was barely anything really. On tuesday i go to university to loose both my phone and my textbook (n i think my sunnies...still not sure but atleast i got a plush pig toy named pikamishi out of it xD) Wednesday i went back and got both my phone and my textbook back...today i got up to get off at central and my plastic bag with EVERYTHING inside it ripped so dramatically...it was rather embarressing and i had to stumble out barely making it out on time....then i sat in lecture and i heard the back of my sole half come off my shoe -.-' grrr...so now i'm walking around with a broken shoe + my back breaking from holding everything in my arms and shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a pattern in all the random n small shitty things that keep happening to me every second day...i'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you karma!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-1910593630381282851?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/1910593630381282851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=1910593630381282851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/1910593630381282851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/1910593630381282851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/04/26-procrastination-is-stubborn-habit.html' title='# 26 - Procrastination is a stubborn habit.'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-6342251279659120480</id><published>2008-03-31T16:02:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:57:45.533+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'># 25 - I was violated....</title><content type='html'>by a 10 year old...at my family friend's first birthday party. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;It was suuuuuch a boring night. i went early to help decorate and put up streamers and shit. People came. The Hindi music was blaring. The kids were pissing me off. I yelled at the kids. The food was good. Took a tonne of it home with us ...mmmmm oily goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was cleaning up at the end of the night one of the bratty boys started hugging my arm and rubbing his head against my arm...i was like 'wtf' *shove*...and then he tried to hit me -.-'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University is a poo. The actual content is fine but when things like quizzes start coming around its a subconcious thing to detest whatever it is. At this current time i am NOT a fan of cell biology. I thought it would end up being one of my favs but i think chemistry (god forbid) may be getting there =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i'm looking forward to tomorrow is seeing Gabrielle at Usyd Toga Parteh(if it happens). When school ends, you realize who your staple people are. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-6342251279659120480?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/6342251279659120480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=6342251279659120480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/6342251279659120480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/6342251279659120480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-violated.html' title='# 25 - I was violated....'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-4947175123929576678</id><published>2008-03-22T23:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:20:55.324+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'># 24 - How Strange...</title><content type='html'>Today i've had the strangest feeling of....'sungadum'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is the only word to describe it and i have no clue why it is there &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. please go away Dx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-4947175123929576678?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/4947175123929576678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=4947175123929576678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4947175123929576678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4947175123929576678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/03/24-how-strange.html' title='# 24 - How Strange...'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-3802089282505278200</id><published>2008-03-20T20:44:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:47:20.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'># 23 - Fustrated</title><content type='html'>...I can't stand being at home anymore. It's so bloody painful to hear anyone in my family try to speak to me. Every week it gets to me more and more. I really don't want to be here. It's like i'm constantly on a leash and i'm living my life but i always need to keep tabs on coming back home and keeping my parents from chucking hissy fits at me. Even though i'm used to my parents being rather strict for some reason it's REALLY getting to me lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that i had a li bit more freedom. Maybe it is because i need to explain to all my new friends that i can't exactly go with them to places that they invite me too... They don't really get it and i guess i don't either but i'm still the one that need to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/emo hima xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-3802089282505278200?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/3802089282505278200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=3802089282505278200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/3802089282505278200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/3802089282505278200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/03/23-bad-days.html' title='# 23 - Fustrated'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-7136145054023128439</id><published>2008-03-18T21:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:35:30.590+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'># 22 - Still Alive</title><content type='html'>I feel myself getting used to the routine of uni life...&lt;br /&gt;hehe yet i still don't know where my schoolwork fits in xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to find another job...but seriousy where the hell does all my time go!? o.O Starting this week i'm trying to do all my work at school....considering i have 20hrs of breaks it should be alright. For now all i've been doing so far is my prelab and postlab work which is not difficult at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told by some new peeps that i gave the impression that i am snobby/bitchy...and then there are some girls that just keep kissing my ass...Both are equally irritating. There are only two exceptionally odd people that i've met...and only one of those i try to avoid with a passion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i get along with a majority of peeps in my lecs/pracs i can afford to start hermit-ing during my breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i want to join the Vietnamese society!! I may just need to look into that =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-7136145054023128439?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/7136145054023128439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=7136145054023128439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7136145054023128439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7136145054023128439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-alive.html' title='# 22 - Still Alive'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-2877638179866899446</id><published>2008-03-06T23:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:02:18.319+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'># 21 - University</title><content type='html'>is....great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are a bore...pracs are hard...but the people i'm meeting are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lot of fun so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'll be sick of it soon enough ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-2877638179866899446?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/2877638179866899446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=2877638179866899446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2877638179866899446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2877638179866899446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/03/university.html' title='# 21 - University'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-8226589531642247354</id><published>2008-01-24T22:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:05:45.256+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'># 20 - The Indian Series /3 (Indian Television)</title><content type='html'>For a while now i've been watching stupid Indian tv...god it's HORRENDOUS!! They have their version of Australia Idol but it's called something stupid like something SuperStar challenge etc...Anyway the type of singing is Indian classical. You know all those annoying high pitched chickas and note changing all the time. It really gives me a headache and yet i've had to sit through it everyday while i stay at Rosamama (Aunties) house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though traditional Indian music is bad, i'd take Indian over traditional Chinese anyday. I mean have you heard that stuff!? The first time i heard it i wondered where the the giant mutant cat's were fighting and then i realized it was just a itty bitty china man...having a ceasure?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways normally every night i pop in my (sister's) mp3 and stare at the screen while i listen to music which reminds me of the days when i was a computer bum. Bt today my mp3 has has died on me. The torture never ceases D*x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show i watched a movie and there was a big dramatic moment about a mother feeding a different baby. She couldn't because it was emotionally distressing, even though it meant her mother in law would banish her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Whoop!  The kid isn't going to grow up thinking "woah i sucked aunti prasdeep's nippys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she would, i know i've freaked out once knowing that i chewed my mama's titties in this lifetime. And that i even came out of her vag!! So my face has all been rubbed in it!! o.O  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion my mother should not have boobs, a vagina or even red blood. that's just nasty and makes the world seem like one crazeh place!! *shivers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-8226589531642247354?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/8226589531642247354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=8226589531642247354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/8226589531642247354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/8226589531642247354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/20-indian-series-3-indian-television.html' title='# 20 - The Indian Series /3 (Indian Television)'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-5114170460000432618</id><published>2008-01-23T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:25:02.069+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'>#19 - The Indian Series /2</title><content type='html'>The day I wrote that blog, i was wearing what i call my preggers tee. It's sorta tightish on the breasts and loose below. As i'm a bit of a chubbybubby it REALLY does make me look preggers x\d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i got stared at just as much, i got more laughed at this time. I wanted to clutch my lower back as the pregnant do but I didn't want to be too obvious to my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i wear different things i get different reactions. Rather interesting to observe. Today i wore my black flower top n black 3/4ths. I think what i wore this time would be considered more stylish? I got called at by more bikies this time. I gave one the nod and suddenly they were not so macho lol...they couldn't figure out what to do. The bus ticket guy wouldn't even look at my face when asking about my ticket. Something i noticed as a size8 was that i was more a hit with the youngins but this time it seems i tickle the old married dude's fancy as i size 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even know these losers even had a preference to be honest. They really do go for any ass. The compassionate side of me wants to start a crusade and give out free porn in the street. I wonder if there are many people here that have never orgasmed ever =/ Like the chickas i mean...Like they get married off and only have sex when it is planned for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not many, I mean this is the Kuma Sutra (sp?) country after all ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-5114170460000432618?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/5114170460000432618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=5114170460000432618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5114170460000432618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5114170460000432618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/19-indian-series-2.html' title='#19 - The Indian Series /2'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-5212810197082505665</id><published>2008-01-22T22:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:24:45.512+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'># 18 - The India Series /1 (Going out in public)</title><content type='html'>So it is Day 3 in CurrieLand. I can say the experience is definately different to what it once was. You know when people say that only when you are older will you appreciate your culture more? Well i think i've already reached that age just a little before leaving.I'm sure some would not believe me but it is true!! ;) I was more curious about it and i definately want to leave the country and experience things. My experience here is already different and i feel it really is something else to what it used to be. Is it any better? I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now anything i say about India, i say in reference to MY india. The other curries i know are from other parts, and i am quite sure they have different experiences to me...But screw them i'll be speaking from what i know and that is Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have left my auntie's house to go grocery shopping with my mum, my cousin and her. Now if you go out in India, you KNOW you will be stared at! So I thought i would go in something a little controversial. Screw cultural understanding etc. In Australian standards my black jeans and long pink top may not seem like trouble but in India you may as well be nude. My larg-ish sunnies added to the "zomg a alien" look and where last time I was so insecure that i would rather snort chilli powder then go outside in a land where personal space is non-existend this time i realized I could not give a rat's ass, and it even may be a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reactions i recieved were various. It is no understatement in saying that all eyes were on me. Cars and autoricshaws actually stopped, school children giggled, bitched (i don't think they know i'm a native speaker), were offended, perved and some were just genuinely curious and when i smiled back they smiled back in intrigue and real friendliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys of course were as nasty as ever. Especially the older kind. Some dude on a bike yelled out "hey sypen penneh" (hey caucasian girl) and i was also followed. We went into the supermarket which is about the size of two english classrooms (at PHS) and lined up to buy our food. When i looked behind me our line was suddenly consisting of males 30+ quickly staring away from my ass or boobez...I guess the older ones like their girls big? o.O One guy actually had the gutzo to shift away from the line and right up to me and just stare...Instead of feeling violated though i just smiled which startled him a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop assistant was too shy to look at look up and answer my mother because i was doing nothing but smirking right at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went into the mobile phone shop to ask about a sim. My mum didn't have any local ID and said "Nyan ivideh natipaul allah" (i'm not from this land) and EVERYONE in the shop went silent and anyone sitting stood up simultanieously (except for me). It was definately a weird moment o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took the autoricshaw home and my mother had paid and everyone was going into the house, i was the last one, i thought i'd just have a bit of a laugh at their expence as i always do...So I made sure to look at the driver as i adjusted my bra (you know how you do it outside of your clothes) and went inside with a forced straight face. I thought his eyes was going to pop out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether i disgusted people, offended them or allowed a perve it's amusing to think that they notice and will remember me as they crazy person they saw that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to take what once was a horrendous situation in India into a stupidly interesting experience. It's nice to see how much i've changed and i like the person i've become ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just Cochin...I wonder what the other towns will be like =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-5212810197082505665?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/5212810197082505665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=5212810197082505665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5212810197082505665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5212810197082505665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/18-india-series-1-going-out-in-public.html' title='# 18 - The India Series /1 (Going out in public)'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-2573286956279291221</id><published>2008-01-19T21:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:01:31.735+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'># 17 - Finally at Singapore!</title><content type='html'>So i've reached singapore. And using up their free internet as best as i can before i need to leave again for another 4hr flight. I HATE hopping from plane to plane...I get this really dizzying feeling. Well anyways, so far i haven't died yet which is a nice sign :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 3 foreign movies&lt;br /&gt;1. Closed Note (which was rather good)[japanese]&lt;br /&gt;2. Secret (which sucked ass)[Hong Kong/Manderin]&lt;br /&gt;3. A Long Night In Shangai (this movie was so cute and awesome) [Manderin/Japanese]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Airlines really has a good selection. They even had some johnny's playing xD I think there is something VERY wrong with the air in the airoplane. Like you know how it curculates and it's super cold! gosh...i couldn't stop sneezing! I spent the most time breathing into my blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i'm going to survive the next flight =/ We were flying for 1.5hrs extra this time around because of the weather, which caused us not to be able to land. It was nasty turbulence Dx I LOATHE FLYING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks ass that i can't actually GET OUT into Singapore =( I love it in all it's scarily fake manmade asthetics! *tear*...and just a Johnny's store WITHIN REACH Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me up to date with what's been happening with everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-2573286956279291221?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/2573286956279291221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=2573286956279291221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2573286956279291221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2573286956279291221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/17-finally-at-singapore.html' title='# 17 - Finally at Singapore!'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-4978660691915850919</id><published>2008-01-17T21:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:37:05.022+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'># 16 - University Offers Are Released</title><content type='html'>So i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a massive fight with my mum and i'm helping my mum pack right now and there is a lot of tension. I'm as happy as can be but ...sheesh i feel like i've just gone through some massive distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta get back to packing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw i'm in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Science/International Studies at UTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-4978660691915850919?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/4978660691915850919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=4978660691915850919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4978660691915850919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4978660691915850919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/16-university-offers-are-released.html' title='# 16 - University Offers Are Released'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-1417320865572451266</id><published>2008-01-16T11:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:07:53.753+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>#15 - University Offers Tomorrow + HS Moments</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is when we find out which university course we are successfully accepted into. *shivers*....shit! Seriously, just....ugh...no!!&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;I am going to copy Phil with his high school memories list just because i got rolling after reading his. Please don't bore yourself with reading it...it's more my own self rambling ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meg, before she was cool and shortheared sat into a bin...legs in the air and all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olivia and my lunchtime moments + Senerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hacky Sack was awesome when we got really into it...aw i'm gonna miss it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- French class + "i don't speak chinese" *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rape Me The Game (especially with Amy *faints* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Bitchiness with the Asians- Junior grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Math class in senior years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting on a boy's toilet bowl lid with a hyperventilating Tanamma and Rach K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to make extra cookies by adding more butter -.-' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Camp at night with Louisa...we were so hyper and everyone else wanted to sleep Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Recalling that the first words I said when meeting Dexter was "god you smell! put some deo on already!" and being good friends ever since &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being great friends with Gabz after deciding to make the obvious move of sitting furthest away from her...(god i was a bitch) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sending notes around class ALL THE TIME! + The LetterBook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hating PE but getting my revenge on the jocks through Dodgeball :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bhargav + David + Amy + Edwina + Me = Best English Moments Ever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gabrielle + Sepalee hardcore fighting around me...this is still on going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anna and Louisa's bitchiness with me in the middle &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Danushi + Me: Having the sewing machine blow up in our innocent faces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tuesday Luncheons with Danushi...'what's the goss?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Apple Incident. god that was so long ago!! Some dumbasses were throwing food through the window so we threw it back down...then threw a apple and closed the window and....yup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choir in some performance thing...standing smackbang in the centre with Mala laughing our asses off throughout the whole song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Skipping Chem with Sep and just lying on the grass in the back and having a great DnM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lying on the same grass with Gabz and staring at the sky on Wednesday Arvos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fangirling over Twilight and Post Secret with Ashley bahaha no one else gets it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Busbay moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Self-learning about this Japanese Crap during the hard parts of HSC and having grown a network since then o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My toilet in the toilets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having many people ask me about puberty questions...during puberty and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Staying up ALL night and day on msn and sometimes with the DnMs...&lt;br /&gt;Those are the funnest ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Staying up with stresshead aaron during E4 and then practically jogging back to school to hand in our final product and feeling that ENOURMOUS sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laughing so hard until we cried, sometimes for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-1417320865572451266?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/1417320865572451266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=1417320865572451266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/1417320865572451266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/1417320865572451266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/15-university-offers-tomorrow-hs.html' title='#15 - University Offers Tomorrow + HS Moments'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-7153482770874990616</id><published>2008-01-09T15:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:02:20.273+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'># 14 - Bored</title><content type='html'>I have done NOTHING at all lately. So boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw I'm going to India on the &lt;strong&gt;19th Jan - 22nd Feb&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i got this cute package from my netfriend ^^ She bought me a tourist booklet on Shiga and some flyers on movies. A lot of them are American movies but they are Japanese ads for them....it's a lil weird to see o.O...Still it was really nice ^^ We did a bit of a present exchange. I gave her a small booklet on Koalas, it had a lot of cute photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my hair cut. I haven't had a hairstyle for a while, but now i just got it layered. Before i had it a lil layered but it grew out long ago. The place i went to, down High St is quite good, they told me how i should cut it and it is quite cheap. I will probably go there again. I have been told my hair looks like Ms World Hair -.-' Erm...I can't tell if that is bad or good.I really like my hair straight with this cut but when it is curly, it's gonna be shocking &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a cap and did a few things like sending letters and returning library books...zomg i havent seen anyone in ages!! it's killing MeEeEe. I did make friends with this girl working at the Sushi House. She's going into yr 10 at Girra. I asked her to pick a flavour of 'bubble tea' i keep hearing people drink this stuff so i thought i'd try it...so we talked a bit and once i had it...ugh it was weird...The actual tea tastes great but the lil beady bits were not so good &gt;&lt;" I ended up leaving all those bubbles...don't see what the fuss is about with that drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck in your preferences guys! I hope you all find the right path to take eventually...I bet a lot of us won't even stay in our first preference xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-7153482770874990616?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/7153482770874990616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=7153482770874990616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7153482770874990616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7153482770874990616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/14-bored.html' title='# 14 - Bored'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-5203752093181876772</id><published>2008-01-05T00:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:01:33.611+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'># 13 - Insomnia Teaches You Many Things</title><content type='html'>I've learnt how to make small card houses ^^ I couldn't even stack two cards together when i started!! i ended up working on it fora few hours lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i can't sleep i'm not allowed out of my room, so no internet or tv to pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what i've accomplished :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R345gCfBL9I/AAAAAAAAABk/wKGxz8yy4eM/s1600-h/19-12-07_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R345gCfBL9I/AAAAAAAAABk/wKGxz8yy4eM/s320/19-12-07_0436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618246343995346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R3453CfBL-I/AAAAAAAAABs/mn89hSIZP1Y/s1600-h/19-12-07_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R3453CfBL-I/AAAAAAAAABs/mn89hSIZP1Y/s320/19-12-07_0438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618641480986594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R3453SfBL_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eWwbLFDI9pg/s1600-h/19-12-07_0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R3453SfBL_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eWwbLFDI9pg/s320/19-12-07_0450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618645775953906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R3453ifBMAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rreEjAST2rU/s1600-h/19-12-07_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R3453ifBMAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rreEjAST2rU/s320/19-12-07_0538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618650070921218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and then i realized it was morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...next time card houses become a matter of life and death, i'll be set =D&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also some ended up learning about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trepanation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bmezine.com/news/people/A10101/trepan/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alas here i am again with nothing really to say or do...just needing to waste time...i guess i'll head to bed soon &gt;&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-5203752093181876772?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/5203752093181876772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=5203752093181876772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5203752093181876772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5203752093181876772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/13-insomnia-teaches-you-many-things.html' title='# 13 - Insomnia Teaches You Many Things'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CaOXOEGKjw/R345gCfBL9I/AAAAAAAAABk/wKGxz8yy4eM/s72-c/19-12-07_0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-5371024628442903753</id><published>2008-01-04T12:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:35:36.147+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'># 12 - University Open Days</title><content type='html'>Did anyone go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright...i feel a lil confused but i am sticking with my preferences. &lt;br /&gt;I still need to change them today, last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i'm actually more nervous about forgetting and the preference time ending!! i woke up this morning and something told me not to do it. But i'm seriously not doing anything rebellious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going from saying i'll do a Sci degree to a music or architecture one or something completely off the original plan. I'm just adding another on there. So really...i'm not doing anything bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-5371024628442903753?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/5371024628442903753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=5371024628442903753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5371024628442903753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5371024628442903753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-university-open-days.html' title='# 12 - University Open Days'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-3430019797882334242</id><published>2007-12-31T13:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:07:44.127+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>#11 - New Year Hopes</title><content type='html'>So here comes another New Years. As we get older the years go by so much faster and that thought scares me just a little bit o.O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over this year i must say that...i don't know...It wasn't my best and not much happened for me personally. Though i guess i've grown a little bit i felt like most of my changes came around 2005-2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year like all years i feel a sense of misleading expectation and temporary motivation. So what should i wish for? For some reason i can't really think of anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=shy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/shy.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Resolution List&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=kittyeyes.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/kittyeyes.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The typical: Loose atleast 5kg + get healthy...i can handle that in a year right!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=plzno.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/plzno.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Start to learn piano and maintain it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=knock-knock.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/knock-knock.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep interested in whatever i do education wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=hero.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/hero.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make some new good friends and keep my close ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=big_love.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/big_love.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grow a passion for something &gt;&lt;" a leisure activity/hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=adore.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/adore.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all i can really think of right now =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Yes i am aware that i am overloading on that cute lil emoticon thing!! but i think i have EVERY one of them now and they sum up everything perfectly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=aaa.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/aaa.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-3430019797882334242?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/3430019797882334242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=3430019797882334242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/3430019797882334242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/3430019797882334242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/11-new-year-hopes.html' title='#11 - New Year Hopes'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/th_shy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-4385875389203848308</id><published>2007-12-29T22:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:42:59.790+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>#10 - People you hardly know....</title><content type='html'>It is quite something, when you THINK you know someone for years and then you learn something about their past and, WHAM everything changes. Suddenly they seem a lil bit stronger, a lil bit more 3d and instantly you understand small characteristics about that person that out of no where will pop out and they aren't the person you thought you've known for years &gt;&lt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it is a bad thing when that happens. But it sure is startling...It makes you wonder what you really know about people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only gets bad, when you can't think of anything to say in return to this intimate and exposing information &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=nosey.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/nosey.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/?action=view&amp;current=kantoi.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/kantoi.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-4385875389203848308?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/4385875389203848308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=4385875389203848308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4385875389203848308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4385875389203848308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/people-you-hardly-know.html' title='#10 - People you hardly know....'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/new%20album%20nameemoticons/th_nosey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-7493414287057181400</id><published>2007-12-22T23:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:08:02.162+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'># 9 - Christmas comes closer</title><content type='html'>And i was completely unaware of this revelation until i opened msn this morning and saw Fireman Joe's msn nick o.O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Malayalee (my Indian Language peoples) Association has been going christmas mad. The last time i saw them there was a drunk santa, screeching music, stuffy indian BO and children jumping about waving plastic guns around (which some dumbass gave too all the bratty kids as presents) that made stupid grating noises whenever they were 'fired'. It was just like a scene from Blood Diamond (awesome movie!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, those people have sniffed to many Indian herbs or something. If there is such a thing as the Anti Christ, I think the Malayalee Association are the Anti-Christmas/Santa Spirit...Seriously they drained the 1 mL of christmas joy from me -.- they came barging in at 10pm, many of the guys drunk, wives and snotty nosed kids to sing some random song...and i won't go on about the how traumatizing that was for my ears and then left in a huff before drunk 'santa' stuffed some lollies in our hands after giving me some strange looks when i did not show amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in India is pretty cool. These troops of people go around with drums and elaborate masks and sing up and down the street and often people spark this mini fireworks on the front yard...when i was younger the santa-masked people scared the crap out of me! Trust me, they are really creepy looking but as i grew older it was nice seeing a lil bit of the colourful culture in it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please...replication in Australia just is terribly wrong in comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-7493414287057181400?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/7493414287057181400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=7493414287057181400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7493414287057181400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7493414287057181400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/9-christmas-comes-closer.html' title='# 9 - Christmas comes closer'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-5315059778298388610</id><published>2007-12-22T00:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:45:33.623+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanstuff'/><title type='text'>#8 - Happy Bday LouLou +  Work Again</title><content type='html'>*checks time* &lt;br /&gt;yesterday was Louisa's bday. i hope she had a great day ^^ But it sounds like she had some awesome plans. Anywayz i did meet with her for lunch. We ate dumplings at her house with xavier, and phil A + BigB came later. We sorta just bummed there. I wennt online blahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cut it close getting home at 5.40...i needed to get to work by 6. I am one of those people that tend to be 10Xmore efficient after pressure is added to the equation....some call us Procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever you want to call it, I raced through. Found my work gear, ironed, combed and applied and was off and got there at 6 EXACTLY!...I'm too good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wish i could say the same for the rest of the day xD Did a few mistakes...i learnt a few more things today too...i keep spilling the curries over when i go to pick them up -.-' i'm totally gonna get fired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, i talked to a few really nice people there. One dude was EXACTLY like mr what's his face..the sci teacher that doesn't like biology and would burst into random singing *mind blank* This carbon copy kept joking around and then he gave me a tip which was  nice ^^. Those who accompanied him, i think it was his wife, her mother and himself and i had a nice chat while everyone else was gone. They seem like such fun and happy people and knew how to have a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy that was dining alone. I dunno but i hate seeing people eat alone, its okay if its like maccas or something. But at night, at a restaurant i always feel it as a air of loneliness to it, especially when others are laughing and talking on other tables. I was planning on striking a small and quick conversation but i was REALLY busy at that time and even the small snippets of pleasantries we exchanged, sounded a lil socially akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't fangirl here (i have another blog for that)...but wtf? Kat-tun is ALREADY releasing another single(they just released one in November). Woot! i'm happy and excited to see what they've brought us ^^ &lt;s&gt; i cannot wait for the pvs too *giggle* &lt;/s&gt; They really must be working their sexy kabooses off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will read a few blogs and then shower. Was it just me or was today EXCEPTIONALLY hot. I think i sweated a litre just sitting on the train and then another litre &lt;s&gt;in people's food &lt;/s&gt; when i was working... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this weather =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. sorry i don't have much interesting things to note today. Really i just need this blog to pass the time during my horrendous sleeping habits..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-5315059778298388610?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/5315059778298388610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=5315059778298388610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5315059778298388610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/5315059778298388610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-bday-loulou-work-again.html' title='#8 - Happy Bday LouLou +  Work Again'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-4806082779124855904</id><published>2007-12-21T00:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:01:13.701+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanstuff'/><title type='text'>#7- UAI + School + Lunch + The Bethlehem Experience</title><content type='html'>So today, in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that i got the mark i did like a few months ago..and i remembered that same dream last night..and lo and behold i was right!!...i thought i was just being wishful but still i'm good with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got to school because i was being bribed by BigB (aka bhargav the sex muffin) and guess what!! he had stubble!! i bet he wore it just from reading this blog (post # 2)*cough*...it was a lil bit like 2-3day trimmed vagina...not freshly trimmed so it was slightly dissapointing to the touch &lt;br /&gt;=( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN he goes out and gives me my porno (aka japanese magazine). I mean what is this boy playing at?!!?..it was brilliant. I had a quick skim today. I quite like this photoshoot. My eye twitches at the thought of the poster remaining neatly folded in that magazine and not gracing my walls. &lt;/3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mangs...bahaha i should like...stick it on the roof of the bottom bunk of my bunkbed so i wake up to it every morning *cackle*.....*eye twitches harder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self*&lt;br /&gt; Anywayz, i also got a awesome necklace from Louisa...it's so purdy and i want to wear it all the time ^^ It's got these lil purply/pink dimonties and is like a butterfly hanging of the necklace by one of it's wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch  was a bit weird...everyone talking at once and too hectic for any forms of proper conversation. It reminded me of a monkey habitat at the zoo where they accidently fed caffiene to the chimps instead of water. i was famished and scarfed down my Oportos in the blink of an eye. Afterwards, everyone was deciding what to do and Anna and I ended up ditched the group and having a lovely catch up session on one of those random couches in the plaza with chips and a slushie. It was a lot of fun to talk and talk. I think everyone else that was sitting there was pissed off at us and thought we were stupid and bitchy the way we were talking hehe. Still it was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bethlahem Experience was interesting.It is performed by the Penrith Christian Life Centre. I was impressed with the effort that went into creating this large scale nativity scene. It was a lot of fun and would interest and attract non-christians and i found it was so realistic. It smelled and looked real ^^. Basically, it is this sort of maze that looks like a mini city and you go through this tour with your guide who also is acting as one of these people, all the shops and stalls the towns people talk about what they are selling and then lil snippets of gossip about a baby being born..then you go in and it goes through the whole birth and then quickly death and reserrection...I thought it was really cool ^^ i was going to be a extra in the 'play' but i couldn't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it some normal guy started making a speech about ABC. A = acceptance B = believing and i forgot what C was coz i sorta zoned out by then. It was a very cliché talk which was made even more patronizing by the animated sign language the dude was performing which his hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it was good. My mother and I had to wait a good 1.20mins for our tour (because it is rather popular to attend) and so we had time to talk about stuff...UAIs n uni and things...obviously moments got a bit annoying for both of us, but still it was a eerily drama-less moment between us which was quite odd. Calm before the storm maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz it was fun and i should head to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-4806082779124855904?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/4806082779124855904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=4806082779124855904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4806082779124855904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/4806082779124855904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/uai-school-lunch-bethlehem-experience.html' title='#7- UAI + School + Lunch + The Bethlehem Experience'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-1968034286744844781</id><published>2007-12-19T02:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:12:12.309+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>#6 - Sleeping Habits + HSC results</title><content type='html'>So it’s 2am and my sleeping patterns are just out of whack. My parents do not let me out of my room late at night for some reason even though I don’t make much noise -.-‘I think it is a ploy to make me fall asleep. Unfortunately, such a plan has failed…upon going to bed one time at 1.30am I ended up only falling asleep at 6am &gt;&lt;’ it was SO boring, but I guess it is a good time to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m at my best in the later hours of the night and early hours of the morning. I can concentrate a lot more and focus on what I am doing. I’m not even going to attempt to correct my horrendous sleeping times. I’m just going to let India screw them up some more and then I’ll let them settle once I get back…no point correcting something which’ll just get fucked up again xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a few pen friends and the opportune time to write is at the hour of 1-2am. I just sent of the few letters +  x-mas cards to my pen friends + internet pals yesterday and I just finished another letter then. I’m being a rebel going on this computer to blog…&lt;br /&gt;I’m really hardcore like that =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HSC results are out in like 3hours o.O. *dramatic music*…&lt;br /&gt;Though just yesterday afternoon I realized I have no idea where or what my pin number. So much for that &lt;_&lt; I’ll call some hsc peeps or something. Not really sure where I need to go with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well either way, in a perfect world everyone I know would be pleased and satisfied with their results. Even though this is definitely not a perfect world, I’m still going to wish you all the best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember *guru voice on*: things happen for a reason, take what you have and try to make the best of it that you can. It’s not about what you get or what you have, but what you do with it. Am I right? *hugs*^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-1968034286744844781?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/1968034286744844781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=1968034286744844781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/1968034286744844781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/1968034286744844781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/6-sleeping-habits-hsc-results.html' title='#6 - Sleeping Habits + HSC results'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-256022661148877867</id><published>2007-12-17T17:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:49:47.599+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videoclip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanstuff'/><title type='text'>#5- Favourite YouTube Clips + Old Greg</title><content type='html'>I thought i'd change this to favourite clips on youtube. I'm sorry that they are mostly japanese related. I haven't used youtube for other things lately seeing as i can get other things normally -.-' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i go through my account I can see my inner fangirl is a lil exposed but bare with me, i think maybe i'm the only one that finds some of this funny but have a look :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Robot Chicken&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;div#main{overflow:visible;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d53000; text-align:center;vertical-align: middle;width:425px;z-index:500;overflow:visible"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display:block;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" width="425" height="30" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"/&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=aa21003675eb19003911076020d0a18d" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="id=aa21003675eb19003911076020d0a18d" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Human Tetris &lt;/u&gt;(there are more, go through the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ll2kajMH2u0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ll2kajMH2u0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEWS (another boyband) getting zapped Prt 1...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dled raw (no subs) but found out it was subbed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbjNfq_jP7E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbjNfq_jP7E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEWS getting zapped Prt 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbHh9z1eBLw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbHh9z1eBLw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KAT-TUN Related &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that kat-tun are just dorking&lt;br /&gt;i know -.-' very sorry to show these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back when they were 'juniors'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.51 secs gets me everytime..oh maru xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwhZuwOj_nE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwhZuwOj_nE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maru Beatboxing on a rollarcoaster&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCgv_SdhMRo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCgv_SdhMRo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ueda hitting himself with a ball&lt;/u&gt;...and then composing himself &lt;s&gt; while still managing to look good&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_LComa5m8c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_LComa5m8c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;VideoClips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a vidclip but a part of their concert DVD 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Butterfly by Jinda&lt;/u&gt; (Ueda + Jin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6i8-GRyW78&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6i8-GRyW78&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh dun wanna show more...it's pretty embarressing eh &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what are some of your favourites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my cap has been lifted and now i am free to roam the world wide web with a reasonable amount of speed...and lookey what i've discovered *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomest thing ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so disturbing that i've forced to watch until the video ends o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_hMnT44Etk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_hMnT44Etk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-256022661148877867?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/256022661148877867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=256022661148877867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/256022661148877867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/256022661148877867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/5-old-greg.html' title='#5- Favourite YouTube Clips + Old Greg'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-7685737913905375005</id><published>2007-12-17T16:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:16:17.105+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>#4 - Xmas + Shopping (pointless babble)</title><content type='html'>Today i woke up violently by my mother's (Hilter The Second's) screeching...As far as i knew it was a Monday. The blood drained from my face when i came to the horrible realization that she was taking a day off *insert bloodcurling scream here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being quite convinient as i was going to cancel my appointment with the orthodontist as i had no way of getting there. I lost my retainer two weeks ago and my teeth are nearly crooked again -.-' Sif plastic would cost $65 *waves fist angrily* and sif make it all tiny, clear and easily loosable!?! Anywayz i went and got an impression done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like every other morning of my life...wake up feeling like i want to die in a hole, head too cloudy to move faster then a snail and any noise instantly makes me aggrevated. So when the stupid orthodontist decided he would shove the plaster mould crap down my throat with such violence i couldn't even let out a scream or move and i was too tired to be pissed off by this point...he probably gets some secret pleasure in hurting others, i swear, the actual braces themselves have rarely hurt me &gt;&lt;...Still he could of atleast worn his grape flavoured gloves. They are the best ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother thought we'd look around for some random xmas decorations to hang on our sparkly new plastic tree...It has been a long time since the tree was taller then me. Say maybe 7 or 8 years :P I think it was about that time i lost my christmas spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas sucks. For me it just means i need to go to church for a extra day, a lot of fake smiling + feigned interest and more food to eat. I would forget about christmas entirely if i never went to a shopping centre from November onwards. All those sparkly decorations and gifts just screams "look at me! let me increase your credit card debts and create a few stress pimples on the way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my mother and i were successful in our search for those lil bauble things to stick on the tree and some christmas cards to send to the folks in the homeland. We also went into Millers. The clothing store my mum buys most of her clothes and we came out with 2 dresses + 1 skirt for me instead hehe...Well they are purdy, i wonder if i'll ever wear them. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron as usual successfully finds ways to stress me out through casual conversation. Something which SHOULD be impossible as 4u is over now and also school but aaron ALWAYS finds a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY forgot that the hsc results come out on wednesday. WED-NES-DAaAaAY!! For some reason in my mind i assumed it would be a Friday. &lt;br /&gt;...but No.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...holy crap &gt;&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone. Best of luck!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-7685737913905375005?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/7685737913905375005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=7685737913905375005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7685737913905375005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/7685737913905375005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-xmas-shopping-pointless-babble.html' title='#4 - Xmas + Shopping (pointless babble)'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-531998396501109595</id><published>2007-12-16T18:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:18:53.614+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overseas'/><title type='text'>#3= India looms ahead</title><content type='html'>...yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day or so i'm reminded that i will be going to india soon. A scent, a colour, a bumpy car ride xD, a sound...i dunno...but everytime i just think about how badly i do not want to go. And you know the memories come back and i get this horrible feeling in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it will not be as bad as i expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REALLY greatful that i've had a chance to travel and see other places. I'm also exceptionally greatful for being in India during the tsunami and seeing what it had done. I feel so much  more appreciation for what i have even if i still whine and complain sometimes i just remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never take any of what i saw or experienced back but i dunno, i just do not feel comfortable going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast i can drown my sorrows in the wonderful food there...Indian food here does not compare to the indian food there. Maybe it's the overly spicy air or the summery heat or their traditional methods...oh man i'm actually getting hungry thinking about the rhoti + butter chicken and mutton biriyani...omg &gt;&lt; and their chickens are always fresh there..and the difference is obvious...*drool*...oh snaps i needa eat a lot of gulam jamuns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i shall count how many times i get told 'you have gone/are so fat...&lt;s&gt;you will never find a husband &lt;/s&gt;' hehe...i'll make a tally and everything!! Someone remind me before i leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my survival guide for india has sorta failed seeing as i do not want to take anything there that i may loose...Probably just a blank notebook so i can talk to myself to prevent going looney...but i guess by that point that ship would have already sailed Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...don't want to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave on the arvo of the 19th Jan. If someone would kindly shoot me before then i'd be forever greatful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...i guess it's only 5 weeks...and it may not be as bad as i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not being comfortable in India. I really wish i was, but i'm just a bratty middle class western wannabe and i just can't help it &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-531998396501109595?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/531998396501109595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=531998396501109595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/531998396501109595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/531998396501109595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-india-looms-ahead.html' title='#3= India looms ahead'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-2665940765823796023</id><published>2007-12-15T13:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:58:48.468+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanstuff'/><title type='text'>#2= Second Day on the Job + Stubble Love</title><content type='html'>So...Second day proved just as nerve-racking(is that the word i'm looking for) as the first but once Dexter left it was actually okay. Things were going smoothly and i was keeping up with the pace of things. There was minor screw ups with giving out food but that was the kitchen and not totally my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected one fob family came in and the granddad kept looking me up and down then he spoke in hindi..and i said "oh sorry i do not speak hindi" and then he just laughed and stared at me the whole night...which concluded in the other 4 people that he was sitting with to stare at me intensely and in silence...it was really annoying and i was trying hard not to notice...i suddenly felt i was back in india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i brought out some freshly warmed plates i warned the family that "the plates are(were) hot so please be careful" and the dumbass older son or cousin or someone, mimicked me going "oh no the plates are hot"...and then touching his and pulling away dramatically,stupid dickhead i wanted to burn his face with his plate...But walked off smiling to myself as i imagined the lovely scene in my head :) *cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is going to stay single forever..maybe that is why Indians still have arranged marriages =/. Otherwise the other guests were really nice and friendly. I talked with one aussie guy about what i wanted to do in university and he said his son just finished year 10, When i was serving them earlier his son looked pretty attractive, like one of those guys Sepalee would like hehe. They are apparently regulars so hopefully i will see them again (the older guy not wanting to see his son haha)^^.  It was not that busy today but busier then yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Isaacs is a lil scary but after Dex + Mrs Isaacs + His lil sis Gabz left he was actually nicer to me. I wonder if Dex told him to be? Either way, i think i get that he isn't actually mad, it is just his way i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing...Dexter came in yesterday with this lovely stubble (you know where a beard goes) and said "er i'm not so presentable today" i went *gasp* =O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubble...loveliest thing ever...it made him 0.000000000000001% sexy to me...When normally he is 0.0%. I kept touching it...If you close your eyes it's just like a freshly trimmed vagina but on someone's face ^^. I begged him to keep it..but he only will for the weekend *tear*....good bye sexy stubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE stubble...I could get stubble &lt;s&gt;ugh indian genes&lt;/s&gt; But i resist such urges for the good sake of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sexy, Bhargav has bought me &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; Potato Magazine. So now i can hold pictures of my lovely Japanese Boybands in my hands ^^ He said he felt like a fag when he was walking around buying it...i love him X 100 for getting it! eek can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h28/cherrytango666/potato13lz8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow they look so tired &gt;&lt; I wish Ueda(far left) would eat more -.-' It's a good shot of Kame (middle one) though. The others look like they are going to faint from exhaustion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-2665940765823796023?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/2665940765823796023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=2665940765823796023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2665940765823796023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/2665940765823796023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-second-day-on-job-stubble-love.html' title='#2= Second Day on the Job + Stubble Love'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126520145600113769.post-8600518170249181390</id><published>2007-12-14T16:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:34:35.428+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>#1 = New Job</title><content type='html'>So i do not have much to blog about...my life is quite boring 99.99% of the time so sucks to be you reading my blog ^^ oh..and welcome xD&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I am working for Dexter now...stupid boy...To think i am the one who normally bosses him around and suddenly he is bossing me around. I've never seen him bossy and annoyingly nazi before but he has suprised me. While he was scrubbing a table i thought i would take out my revenge by slapping his behind. Unfortunately i forgot that his mother was there too -.-' I just kept walking and didn't look back hehe. Also i was trying my hardest to open the freezer..you know using my whole body and everything...until i turned around to see Dex and his mama looking at me and then i looked back and realized i was pulling from the wrong side &gt;&lt; haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how long i shall last before I've fired from this waitressy sorta job. I suck really bad xD Hopefully after a few more shifts it may get easier. I was there on a NON busy day and still i found it a lil tough to do everything at once &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean do you REALLY need so many different shaped glasses for different drinks? &lt;br /&gt;-.-' And Dex nearly had a heart attack about the knives and forks not lining up with the table edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sorta told me basically what to do, i'd do it and then told me better ways to do it aftwards which is good because now atleast i will remember them. God i'm such a slob so the idea of me being aware of things lying around and cleaning up...i never thought i'd see the day..hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I was fed by the end of the night when there was nothing left to do ^^ Butter chicken and Buttered Naan (i know how to spell that coz i have a menu with me hehe)It was really good and it was fun having Dex there after a while ^^ Though i think i was more nervous about doing things because he WAS there at the beginning of the shift -.-' You know more self concious and that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazaa to yet another new blog ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126520145600113769-8600518170249181390?l=sick--sad--world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/feeds/8600518170249181390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126520145600113769&amp;postID=8600518170249181390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/8600518170249181390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126520145600113769/posts/default/8600518170249181390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sick--sad--world.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-new-job.html' title='#1 = New Job'/><author><name>Anon&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12393938127018729036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
