<?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-5573322684680499521</id><updated>2011-07-31T21:02:50.308+10:00</updated><category term='JINDABYNE'/><category term='in my own words'/><category term='words from the heart'/><category term='you ain&apos;t got nothing on me'/><title type='text'>parfait ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-3330827255347261674</id><published>2009-08-18T21:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:07:41.824+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have also followed suit and now have a TUMBLR LOL. I'm such a sucker for these things, but TUMBLR's so pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 14pt/20pt Garamond, Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;http://mish-xoxo.tumblr.com/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mish-xoxo.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://mish-xoxo.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://mish-xoxo.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://mish-xoxo.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://mish-xoxo.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-3330827255347261674?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3330827255347261674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=3330827255347261674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3330827255347261674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3330827255347261674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-4678783100813142342</id><published>2009-08-16T21:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:01:09.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the clothes i wear :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sofsua8-JaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SXbhDifwJts/s1600-h/z149199459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sofsua8-JaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SXbhDifwJts/s400/z149199459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370521362915796386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your style&lt;br /&gt;Although to the untrained eye you may seem like a plain dresser who avoids trends, you actually wear carefully designed accessories and clothes that emphasize your uniqueness. You value your freedom and have an artistic mind. You are neither aggressive nor timid, but you believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly and always in good mood. You are candid and helpful, and can be sexy at times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;br /&gt;You are kind and friendly. You are an uncomplicated person and enjoy exciting activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your belts&lt;br /&gt;You are a lonely and demanding person. You are hardworking as well as intelligent, and can be passionate when in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;br /&gt;You are a person who loves simplicity and is sincere and open. You are pleasant to be with, easygoing and always in a good mood. You neither want to control nor be under someone else's control. You don't care much about how you look, and know that it's what's inside someone's heart that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;br /&gt;You tend to enjoy living a simple life. You are friendly, smart and enjoy partying with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last analysis&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a clever and adventurous person. You love to learn new things, and enjoy socializing with friends. Although you enjoy your freedom, you cherish peacefulness and like to spend time alone with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * You are easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;    * How ambitious you are depends on the height that you answered, which is: Top.&lt;br /&gt;    * You try to please everyone, the size of this personality as seen by others is medium.&lt;br /&gt;    * Diamond means stubborn personality.&lt;br /&gt;    * You are also down-to-earth.&lt;br /&gt;    * You are an opportunist.&lt;br /&gt;    * Your husband or wife is the one you need when you are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL, JUST FOR KICKS (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4678783100813142342?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4678783100813142342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4678783100813142342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4678783100813142342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4678783100813142342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/clothes-i-wear-o.html' title='the clothes i wear :O'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sofsua8-JaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SXbhDifwJts/s72-c/z149199459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6637413407741881886</id><published>2009-08-13T20:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:35:11.949+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>gravity - sara bareilles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SoPnsYVa0FI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MndiedkyCvk/s1600-h/graveyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SoPnsYVa0FI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MndiedkyCvk/s400/graveyard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369389930388312146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week not as bad as last's, but certainly not fabulous. But hey we need our share of ups and downs right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 14pt/20pt Garamond, Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Girl, you've got the world at your feet, and you're taking it all for granted. Please stop, I would be so blessed and so so so so incredibly happy to have what you have now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;Everytime I listen to this song, I think of you - I think of how we are, and somehow, we're like that. I can't explain it, sometimes you make me so happy. Other times, it's not that great - but somehow, it's kinda okay y'know? I don't know, but I do know, you might be one of those people who stick in my life forever. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 14pt/20pt Garamond, Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Mark, Steven and Kenn Huynh - thanks for listneing to me when I wasn't at my greatest. It means so so so much to me. Truly. This thank you note won't convey the appreciation I feel, but it's better than nothing. I love you guys, thanks for putting up with me (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;Smile, it's a beautiful night.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6637413407741881886?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6637413407741881886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6637413407741881886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6637413407741881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6637413407741881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/gravity-sara-bareilles.html' title='gravity - sara bareilles'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SoPnsYVa0FI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MndiedkyCvk/s72-c/graveyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6380562754116676506</id><published>2009-08-07T19:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:28:51.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MISCHELSEA? LIKE MICHELLE C?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/08/05/insurance-win/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/07/fail-owned-insurance-win.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-insurance-win" width="500" height="312" class="mine_4843749" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;Fail Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAH LOLOLOLOL GG. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so people don't know why I also go by the name Chelsea. WELL, okay LOL. Back in the young days of year 3/4, my friends came up with a nickname for me (which I've forgotten, I'M SO SORRY ! :[), which I told my parents. Dad, being so into soccer and watches the English Premier League, cleverly noticed that my nickname rhymed with "Chelsea", Chelsea FC being one of the participating teams in the EPL. (correct me if I'm mistaken soccer fanatics?). SO YEAH, THERE YOU HAVE IT. AND ITS PRETTY MUCH STUCK WITH ME SINCE THEN. And yes, I do turn around if you call out "Chelsea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into Black Eyed Peas right now, I'm in a moshpit mood :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6380562754116676506?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6380562754116676506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6380562754116676506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6380562754116676506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6380562754116676506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/mischelsea-like-michelle-c.html' title='MISCHELSEA? LIKE MICHELLE C?'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-6444737212174716481</id><published>2009-08-06T19:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:52:16.295+10:00</updated><title type='text'>kale got me hooked onto destiny's child LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnqnODcifBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XjmWPmo8pzQ/s1600-h/very-cute-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnqnODcifBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XjmWPmo8pzQ/s400/very-cute-puppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366785765850381330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HOW CUTE IS THAT PUPPY :DDDD I just wanted to show everyone the picture that I found :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love Thursday nights. Means that I'm one night closer to the weekends, and it usually has Grey's Anatomy on :D Plus I have no tutor/extra curricula stuff. Oh it's a been a tumultuous week (did I spell it right? ohwell :D). Thank you to everyone who listened to me whinge for the whole week, I can't believe you actually listened to me. If it was me listening to me, I'd probably just ignore myself. But thank you so so much, it's meant so much to me (L). I hope I can be the same source of comfort, advice and love as you have been for me. I love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6444737212174716481?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6444737212174716481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6444737212174716481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6444737212174716481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6444737212174716481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/kale-got-me-hooked-onto-destinys-child.html' title='kale got me hooked onto destiny&apos;s child LOL'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnqnODcifBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XjmWPmo8pzQ/s72-c/very-cute-puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6539725576720597944</id><published>2009-08-05T22:17:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:28:31.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"mish, why am i always not in the mood nowadays?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Snl6GTAlU_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/a-Ab2HjAJUo/s1600-h/mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Snl6GTAlU_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/a-Ab2HjAJUo/s400/mad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366454679589180402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HOW HOT IS THAT DRESS? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honey don't worry, that makes two of us - we're in it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, life's good right? Not all the time, but just enough. Smile, it's a beautiful day/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6539725576720597944?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6539725576720597944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6539725576720597944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6539725576720597944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6539725576720597944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/mish-why-am-i-always-not-in-mood.html' title='&quot;mish, why am i always not in the mood nowadays?&quot;'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/Snl6GTAlU_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/a-Ab2HjAJUo/s72-c/mad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-700362905827402613</id><published>2009-08-01T19:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:06:20.614+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cos i only have moments to cling on to</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/07/24/bouncy-slide-fail/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/07/fail-owned-bouncy-castle-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-bouncy-castle-fail" width="500" height="375" class="mine_4564148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;Fail Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-700362905827402613?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/700362905827402613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=700362905827402613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/700362905827402613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/700362905827402613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/cos-i-only-have-moments-to-cling-on-to.html' title='cos i only have moments to cling on to'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-5523670303180594045</id><published>2009-08-01T11:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:10:55.468+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon my french</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnOT978DBLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T7Q6iCFMJlA/s1600-h/z170350168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnOT978DBLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T7Q6iCFMJlA/s400/z170350168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364794273399243954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font: 14pt/20pt Garamond, Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I have so much work to do and I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. And I find that my thoughts drift to you far too often. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5523670303180594045?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5523670303180594045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5523670303180594045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5523670303180594045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5523670303180594045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/08/pardon-my-french.html' title='pardon my french'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnOT978DBLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T7Q6iCFMJlA/s72-c/z170350168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-2744468258277280380</id><published>2009-07-31T16:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:58:12.286+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you ain&apos;t got nothing on me'/><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss vs. knowledge is power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnKSJcC-7uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LZJ8iRVClbc/s1600-h/necessary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnKSJcC-7uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LZJ8iRVClbc/s400/necessary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364510796996865762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week back to school, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of assignments, I'm sick of tutor. I JUST WANT HOLIDAYS :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we make assumptions, but it's infuriating when people make assumptions about your personal stuff. I don't like it when people assume that I'm seeing someone, or that I like someone purely because it's on my msn nickname, or because I mention them a lot, or because you see me on the phone with them. I don't like it that people talk about it behind my back. I prefer you come and ask me if something was going on, and then after saying no, you'd believe me and ponder no further. I don't like it even more when I say no, and you don't believe me. Call me any name you want, it's just how I feel. At the end of the day though, I fall back on the fact that as long as I know the truth and I'm surrounded by the people I love, you ain't got nothing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-2744468258277280380?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2744468258277280380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=2744468258277280380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2744468258277280380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2744468258277280380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignorance-is-bliss-vs-knowledge-is.html' title='ignorance is bliss vs. knowledge is power'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SnKSJcC-7uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LZJ8iRVClbc/s72-c/necessary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-4789292672951423978</id><published>2009-07-27T20:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:18:28.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cos my knee hurts and its pissing me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TAXED OFF ROSA'S BLOG, THANKS BABY &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN ARE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;► Are you single ➔ Yes&lt;br /&gt;► Are you happy ➔ Yes&lt;br /&gt;► Are you bored ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Are you sad ➔ No.&lt;br /&gt;► Are you Italian ➔ I wish&lt;br /&gt;► Are you German ➔ Nah&lt;br /&gt;► Are you Asian ➔ Yes&lt;br /&gt;► Are you angry ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Are you Irish ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Are your parents still married ➔ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;► Birth Place ➔ AUBURN HOSPITAL REPRESENT LOL (H)&lt;br /&gt;► Hair Color ➔ Black&lt;br /&gt;► Hair Style ➔ Straight ish, should length kinda&lt;br /&gt;► Eye color ➔ Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;► Birthday ➔ 4th September&lt;br /&gt;► Mood ➔ Relatively happy &lt;br /&gt;► Gender ➔ Female&lt;br /&gt;► Lefty or Righty ➔ Right&lt;br /&gt;► Summer or Winter ➔ SUMMER FTW OMGSH (L)&lt;br /&gt;► Morning or Afternoon ➔ Hmmmm, a bit of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;► Are you in love ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Ahem I did&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever been hurt ➔ Yes&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Probaly&lt;br /&gt;► Are you friends with your ex ➔ I call it a stalemate&lt;br /&gt;► Are you afraid of commitment ➔ I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Not that I know of&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;► Love or Lust ➔ Love.&lt;br /&gt;► Lemonade or Iced tea ➔ Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;► Cats or Dogs ➔ Dogs&lt;br /&gt;► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Best friends&lt;br /&gt;► Television or Internet ➔ Internet&lt;br /&gt;► Pepsi or Coke ➔ Coke&lt;br /&gt;► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Both LOL&lt;br /&gt;► Pink or Purple ➔ Purple.&lt;br /&gt;► Day or Night ➔ Aww I like both&lt;br /&gt;► IM or Phone ➔ IM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;► Been caught sneaking out ➔ YES LOL&lt;br /&gt;► Fallen off the stairs ➔ Yes :(&lt;br /&gt;► Went water rafting ➔ Canoeing/kayaking? Does that count&lt;br /&gt;► Finished an entire jawbreaker ➔LOL NO&lt;br /&gt;► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Almost&lt;br /&gt;► Prank called a store ➔ I prank called a department more serious than a store... LOL&lt;br /&gt;► Skipped School ➔ Not exactly&lt;br /&gt;► Wanted to disappear ➔ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES&lt;br /&gt;► Smile or Eyes ➔ Smile&lt;br /&gt;► Light or Dark Hair ➔ Mmmms any's fine&lt;br /&gt;► Fat or Skinny ➔ in the middle? LOL&lt;br /&gt;► Shorter or Taller ➔ Taller&lt;br /&gt;► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ A bit of both can't hurt :)&lt;br /&gt;► Jock or Nerd ➔ Nerd&lt;br /&gt;► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;► Funny and poor OR Rich and serious ➔ Funny and poor.&lt;br /&gt;► Play the guitar or into sports ➔ Both, but like Rosa, I'd much prefer him to serenade me with his guitar *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;► Last Phone Call/Text ➔ I can't remmeber the last text&lt;br /&gt;► Last phone call you received ➔ LOL my 3 year old cousin called me :)&lt;br /&gt;► Last person you hung out with ➔ the school kids? :)&lt;br /&gt;► Last person you hugged ➔ I THINK IT WAS JENNIFER&lt;br /&gt;► Last person you IM'ed ➔ I'm still IM-ing LOL&lt;br /&gt;► Last thing you ate ➔ STRAWBERRIES BAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;► Last thing you drank ➔ Water&lt;br /&gt;► Last site you went to ➔ Some Lacrosse website for PASS assignment&lt;br /&gt;► Last place you were ➔ School LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;► Are you in a committed relationship ➔ I am in no relationship LOL O_O&lt;br /&gt;► Do you want to be ➔ I don't know&lt;br /&gt;► When was your last relationship ➔ Last year&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever loved a guy/girl more than anything else in the world? ➔ Thought I did, didn't turn out to be love&lt;br /&gt;► Do you still love them ➔ Aha, not so much&lt;br /&gt;► Do you like someone right now ➔ WELL THATS MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ISNT IT? Nah no LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;► Do you and your family get along ➔ Language barrier ruins it&lt;br /&gt;► Would you say you have a "fucked up life"➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever run away from home ➔ Not successful&lt;br /&gt;► If so, how long ➔ An hour. :'D&lt;br /&gt;► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► If so, how long ➔ Didn't have that problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Not hate, never hate, just pissed off sometimes&lt;br /&gt;► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Do you trust all your friends ➔ No&lt;br /&gt;► Who are/is your best friend(s) ➔ BAHAHAHA MY BFFLS KNOW WHO THEY ARE :D&lt;br /&gt;► Would you die for them ➔ If it means saving their life yeah&lt;br /&gt;► Who knows everything about you ➔ I don't think anyone knows everything about anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4789292672951423978?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4789292672951423978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4789292672951423978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4789292672951423978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4789292672951423978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/cos-my-knee-hurts-and-its-pissing-me.html' title='cos my knee hurts and its pissing me off'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-8441608310393513579</id><published>2009-07-27T17:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:19:24.689+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you ain't got nothing on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sm1SgStdP7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TXwZIIxCUQA/s1600-h/getoverit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sm1SgStdP7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TXwZIIxCUQA/s400/getoverit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363033445999919026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;I could call you every name in the book, except that I don't want to. I could use this whole blog post to bitch about you, except that I don't want to. Instead, I'm going to be the bigger person. I honestly thought we got over whatever it was that was between us, and we were on neutral terms, but obviously not. Not from your end anyway. I didn't do anything wrong, but hey if you want to use whatever it is you think that I did wrong or stepped out of line, then by all means, yeah go ahead. Really though, I'm tired of it all. I'm sick of it all. So yeah, whatever. I've moved on from all this ages ago, so I'm not losing anything. I'm not going to waste my energy on this anymore. I'm ending it now, forever and nothing you say can hurt me. It never has. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-8441608310393513579?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8441608310393513579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=8441608310393513579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8441608310393513579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8441608310393513579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-aint-got-nothing-on-me.html' title='you ain&apos;t got nothing on me'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/Sm1SgStdP7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TXwZIIxCUQA/s72-c/getoverit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-4135706622391419453</id><published>2009-07-24T10:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:46:58.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stressing during holidays should be illegal</title><content type='html'>THERE WILL BE NO INTRO PICTURE TODAY. I'M CAPPED AS IT IS, I BET YOU OPTUS THINKS MY INTERNET ACCOUNT IS ROBBING MORE MB DOWNLOADS CONSIDERING ALL THE FB-ING AND BLOG HOPPING IVE DONE WHILE CAPPED :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, back to the title, stress during the holidays should be illegal. ILLEGAL. I have so much work to do :( so again, if you don't want the next 5 minutes of your life wasted, stop reading LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG WTH WE HAVE LIKE&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+4"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: -2px;"&gt;OMFG ARE YOU SERIOUS? OKAY PASS ASSIGNMENT ISNT SO BAD, AND THE AG ASSIGNMENT IS GOING QUITE WELL CONSIDERING ITS DUE IN WEEK 3, BUT OMFG AT THE ENGLISH SPEECH. OKA FAIR ENOUGH THEY GAVE IT TO US IN ADVANCED AND WHATNOT, BUT LIKE I HAVE A LIFE YOU KNOW? LOL I SOUND LIKE SUCHA  WHINGER BUT OHWELL, THIS DOES WELL FOR MY RELEASING ANGER/STRESS/FRUSTRATION AND WHATNOT. AND BESIDES WTF DOES LITERARY MERIT MEAN? I MEAN IVE GOOGLED IT AND SUCH BUT SEROIUSLY, OMG BE CLEAR !!!!! &gt;=[ FAR OUT. I HATE MY LIFE I JUST WANNA PARTY ROFLOLOL. SCHOOL WORK AND ASSIGNMENTS ARE SUCH A LIFE RUINER. EXCEPT I STILL THINK EDUCATION IS IMPORTANT WHICH DOENST REALLY WORK OUT. STUPID STUPID STUPID ENGLISH SPEECH :( I WANNA CRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of rant, I wish everyone in the grade the best of luck for your speech (Y). Looking forward to hearing about 30 of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4135706622391419453?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4135706622391419453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4135706622391419453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4135706622391419453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4135706622391419453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressing-during-holidays-should-be.html' title='stressing during holidays should be illegal'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-9080106611719612615</id><published>2009-07-15T21:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:39:37.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS ONE'S FOR YOU VIVIAN (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sl2-Wy6ZoUI/AAAAAAAAATo/pVfxP3WU4yM/s1600-h/ajhbsdjhabsdhaswhee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sl2-Wy6ZoUI/AAAAAAAAATo/pVfxP3WU4yM/s400/ajhbsdjhabsdhaswhee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358648430473879874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the hottest twin out, so be jealous :) LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLLLLL, since we're all bored, I decided to dedicate this blog to my sexy twin :) For all those times you've heard me whinge, bitch, rant, rage, DNM and just talk to about shopping (SHOPPINGGGGGGGGGGGGG:DDDDDDDDDDDDD),thank you :) Thank you so much for putting up with me, I love you lots :) Like a lotttalottalottaaaaaaaaaa.I think you're one of the funniest girls out. Thanks for all the times that you've made me smile and laugh so hard that my stomach hurts,and I'm pretty damn close to tears LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, I LOVE HOLIDAYS :D LOL. Except that it has suddenly dawned on me that I actually have a lot of work to do/catch up on. So I don't wanna be a party pooper, but I would like to lightly remind everyone that we do have some work to do ! LOL D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ALSO ALSO, GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON FINALE TOMORROW NIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-9080106611719612615?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9080106611719612615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=9080106611719612615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9080106611719612615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9080106611719612615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-ones-for-you-vivian-l.html' title='THIS ONE&apos;S FOR YOU VIVIAN (L)'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sl2-Wy6ZoUI/AAAAAAAAATo/pVfxP3WU4yM/s72-c/ajhbsdjhabsdhaswhee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-3307254626780209106</id><published>2009-07-11T13:48:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:59:56.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'>take care now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SlgMtRlH3wI/AAAAAAAAATg/e30xxFNJmjc/s1600-h/z25950143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SlgMtRlH3wI/AAAAAAAAATg/e30xxFNJmjc/s400/z25950143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357045728709959426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy - Season 6: "No Good At Saying Sorry (One More Chance)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Owen:&lt;/font&gt; Nice work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Cristina:&lt;/font&gt; Nice work today! Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Owen:&lt;/font&gt; I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Cristina:&lt;/font&gt; Run to my truck. You got O'malley clipping bleeders, and you're telling me to run to your truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Owen:&lt;/font&gt; You know what my truck looks like. O'malley doesn't. But, that... that run you took saved the guys life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Cristina:&lt;/font&gt; Yeah, well all day, all day you were teaching O'Malley and you ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Owen:&lt;/font&gt; O'Malley wants to be a trauma surgeon. You've already declared cardio. I didn't do anything wrong today. I treated you like I would anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Cristina:&lt;/font&gt; (pushes him) I am not like anyone else. Take care now? What is that? What are you like, you're not happy now? What... what are you? You know, just a choke 'em and forget 'em kind of guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Owen:&lt;/font&gt; (pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Cristina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Cristina:&lt;/font&gt; Hey there now. Take care now. Nice work Yang. What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Owen:&lt;/font&gt; It's my shrink. My shrink gave me these sentences. We ah, we came up with them together. They're all 3 word sentences. So I could have something to say to you instead of the 3 words that are... that are killing me. The 3 words that you know I feel but I can't say them, because it would be cruel to say them, because I am no good for you. I don't wanna torture you. I don't wanna look at you longingly when I know I can't be with you. So, yeah I'm smiling, and I'm saying take care now. I'm letting you off the hook. I'm trying, I'm trying so hard to let you off the hook. I'm trying to make it right. What I did to you. Can't you see that? I'm just trying to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Cristina:&lt;/font&gt; (gives the paper back) Take care now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-3307254626780209106?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3307254626780209106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=3307254626780209106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3307254626780209106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3307254626780209106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-care-now.html' title='take care now'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SlgMtRlH3wI/AAAAAAAAATg/e30xxFNJmjc/s72-c/z25950143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-4273339650368003215</id><published>2009-07-09T19:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:56:41.088+10:00</updated><title type='text'>acronyms have never looked so beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SlW7fsPP1cI/AAAAAAAAATY/7j14Owz-WQA/s1600-h/2992_1134259669628_1021382290_30406136_6769639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SlW7fsPP1cI/AAAAAAAAATY/7j14Owz-WQA/s400/2992_1134259669628_1021382290_30406136_6769639_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356393484952524226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I LOVE KEN HUYNH &amp; ELTON TRUONG (L) :D. This photo makes me laugh every single time LOLOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend and I were having a chat the other day, and they brought up the fact that so many girls have blogs. They brought up why we, as girls, must go into so much depth and search for so many words to convey the simple fact, that yeah, we're just sad or upset? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why can't you just say on your blog: I AM SAD?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, if this good friend of mine is reading, this can be a shoutout to you: HI YO :D LOL, THANKS FOR EVERYTHINGGGGG THAT YOU'VE DONE FOR ME. YOU THE BOMB :DDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I probably have mentioned this a million times and haven't actually done anything about it, BUT YES I WILL HAVE A SERIOUS ATTEMPT AT TRYING TO FIND A JOB. LOL. With Ski camp coming up soon ( FUCK YEAH LOL :D ), as well as grade camp, and a whole bunch of stuff I wanna buy, I NEED/WANT DOSH ! Holidays baby, holidays ! Got a whole bunch of shit to do and then I've got a stack of stuff I've planned to do so yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, A SHOUT OUT TO MY NIGGA G IF YOU'RE READING LOL. I LOVE YOU MAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like feel good songs,&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4273339650368003215?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4273339650368003215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4273339650368003215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4273339650368003215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4273339650368003215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/07/acronyms-have-never-looked-so-beautiful.html' title='acronyms have never looked so beautiful'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SlW7fsPP1cI/AAAAAAAAATY/7j14Owz-WQA/s72-c/2992_1134259669628_1021382290_30406136_6769639_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-3862228431185055819</id><published>2009-06-30T16:37:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:55:43.621+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sick + stress = shitty combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SkmzEwez41I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RV_BP-xyk98/s1600-h/__by_shm00pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SkmzEwez41I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RV_BP-xyk98/s400/__by_shm00pie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353006526421525330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyones sick O_O (myself included D:). GET WELL SOON EVERYONE :DD and then you guys can have sexytime during holidays :) How good does that sound? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so, the &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+4"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big Truong test is on July 4th/July 5th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;(July 5th for me since I can't make Saturday - HONEST!). I'm gonna rant about this for about 3 minutes, so if you don't want 3 minutes of your life wasted, skip the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: -2px;"&gt;JULY 5th WTFFFF OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS, AND LIKE IM FREAKING SICK TOO SO IM LIKE FEELING LIKE SHIT AS WELL AS STRESSING AND IT DOESNT FEEL GREAT. AND HE HAPPENS TO TELL US THE TEST LIKE 10 DAYS BEFORE IT ACTUALLY HAPPENS, OKAY WELL FAIR ENOUGH BECAUSE HE GAVE US THE NOTIF ABOUT IT LIKE IN JANUARY BUT STILL WE HAVE LIVES AND ASSIGNMENTS AND STUFF TO DO SO LIKE STUDY CONSISTENTLY?! OMFGGGGG, AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO LIKE EITHER TELL US THE EXACT DATE OF THE TEST ON THE NOTIF, OR GIVE US WITHIN A MONTHS NOTICE. BUT THEN AGAIN IM JUST BEING UNREASONABLE AND I SHOULD BE STUDYING RIGHT NOW, BUT I HAVE A HEADACHE AND STUDYING WITH A HEADACHE WOUDLNT DO MUCH GOOD. BUT LIKE I DONT WANNA FAIL EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IM GNA FAIL BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE STUDYING BUT I KNOW I SHOULD STUDY AND I KNOW IM GNA BUT IN THE END I FEEL LIKE IVE NEVER STUDIED ENOUGH AND OH EM GEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay so I've ranted about it like a million times, and it doens't make much of a difference, so yeah. I should stop complaining, and just go study, and go into the test knowing that I've done everything I possibly can for this test, and just ... believe in myself? (that sounds so corny right now LOL) GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE DOING THE TEST. HOPE EVERYONE DOES REALLY WELL :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a lighter and perhaps a more pleasant note, I've forgotten how great it is to take a day off from school. :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care you guys, and until my next rant/inmyownwords blog/whatever floats my boat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-3862228431185055819?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3862228431185055819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=3862228431185055819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3862228431185055819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3862228431185055819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-stress-shitty-combo.html' title='sick + stress = shitty combo'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/SkmzEwez41I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RV_BP-xyk98/s72-c/__by_shm00pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6680347908306022325</id><published>2009-06-26T17:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:02:11.759+10:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON/KING OF POP (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SkR-TBmNxGI/AAAAAAAAATI/PTUNL7LdScY/s1600-h/DSC03959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SkR-TBmNxGI/AAAAAAAAATI/PTUNL7LdScY/s400/DSC03959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351541122534327394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;REST IN PEACE MICHAEL JACKSON. (L) (my parent's sexy vinyl of Thriller album :]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home this morning seeing on Sunrise that Michael Jackson was admitted into hospital - when I got to the station (10 mins later), I found out Michael Jackson died. The king of pop. Dead. Today is the day many critics have dubbed "the day music died". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was alive back when MJ was totally on top of the world and owning it. I wish I could have gone to see one of his concerts when he was at his peak. That would have been so fucking epic (excuse the language). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who don't really like Michael Jackson, I say, today is your chance to show some respect and to appreciate what he's done (and no, I don't mean when he was dangling his kid over the balcony). He's considered the King of Pop for a reason - his music was like so epic, you can still find the influence of his music in our contemporary music. So MJ, today, I say thank you for your awesome music :) Your music has cheered me up a million times, and has brought my friends and I together countless times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was meant to have some blog post dedicated to every single beautiful girl out there (yes, you're beautiful :]), but I found myself dedicating this to MJ. WE LOVE YOU MJ, AND IF NOT FOR YOU, FOR YOUR MUSIC (F)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6680347908306022325?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6680347908306022325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6680347908306022325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6680347908306022325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6680347908306022325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jacksonking-of-pop-l.html' title='R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON/KING OF POP (L)'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SkR-TBmNxGI/AAAAAAAAATI/PTUNL7LdScY/s72-c/DSC03959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-2218253692840437313</id><published>2009-06-06T20:16:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:32:18.267+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words from the heart'/><title type='text'>Hush Hush (I Will Survive Remix) - Pussycat Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SipCKtlFEeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aE1nRjyaRo4/s1600-h/DSC07623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SipCKtlFEeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aE1nRjyaRo4/s400/DSC07623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344156659629756898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's so much it feels like a burden. This horrible weight on your shoulders, and no one seems to get it. No one seems to get that maybe you just need a little time to sort through things one at a time. No one seems to get that maybe there's other shit that's going on as well. No one seems to get that maybe you just need space to breathe. And everyone seems to forget that you're human as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make mistakes, we have regrets, we have emotions. Every single one of us. Some have more mistakes, some have more regrets, but we all share the same emotions. How we handle it will differ, how we go through it will differ, but it's still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of us has the potential to be greedy, nasty, bitcy, mean, selfish, horrible and every other adjective you can think of that goes along the same lines. So why is it that one person gets bagged out more for being just that? Why is it that you would excuse one person from being that way, but you'd give another person a hard time for being just that? For being human? For making mistakes? If they weren't to experience those feelings, then how would they learn? How would they grow as a person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being human can be a tad messy, but it's a gift - cherish it, make the most of it. Learn from mistakes, forgive others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-2218253692840437313?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2218253692840437313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=2218253692840437313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2218253692840437313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2218253692840437313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hush-hush-i-will-survive-remix-pussycat.html' title='Hush Hush (I Will Survive Remix) - Pussycat Dolls'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SipCKtlFEeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aE1nRjyaRo4/s72-c/DSC07623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6945901666763909504</id><published>2009-05-27T17:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:35:19.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not all about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShzqaYNoKII/AAAAAAAAASo/g_BRzvVN6hc/s1600-h/Traded-292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShzqaYNoKII/AAAAAAAAASo/g_BRzvVN6hc/s400/Traded-292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340400997051672706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honey, it's not all about you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your fears? How did they become fears in the first place? Are you overcoming it/them? How'd you get them in the first place? Do your fears ever worry you, to the point that it's almost irrational? I say, fight them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my fear at the moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really honestly scared that I've lost the fight in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to regain it? I'm on a personal mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6945901666763909504?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6945901666763909504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6945901666763909504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6945901666763909504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6945901666763909504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-all-about-you.html' title='it&apos;s not all about you'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShzqaYNoKII/AAAAAAAAASo/g_BRzvVN6hc/s72-c/Traded-292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-8405364978598618489</id><published>2009-05-22T16:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:59:25.947+10:00</updated><title type='text'>look to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShZJ2oMBdvI/AAAAAAAAASg/OFuy2HwWZP4/s1600-h/l_6e144b44a516b77d6e1d551cca945c31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShZJ2oMBdvI/AAAAAAAAASg/OFuy2HwWZP4/s400/l_6e144b44a516b77d6e1d551cca945c31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535611143911154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accomplished something (YAY!). I have come up with some ideas/possibilities of what my future will be (DOUBLE YAY!). So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;USYD: (THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bachelor of Arts/Bachelor of Law&lt;br /&gt;- Bachelor of International and Global Studies/Bachelor of Law&lt;br /&gt;- Bachelor of Scio-Legal Studies&lt;br /&gt;- Bachloer of Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UAI: 99.55+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;UNSW: (MUCH PRFER USYD)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arts/Law&lt;br /&gt;- International Studies/Law&lt;br /&gt;- Social Science (Criminology)/Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UAI:99.4+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;UTS: (ABSOLUTE LAST RESORT FOR LAW STUDIES)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bachelor of Laws &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UAI: 97.25FT/07.65PT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bachelor of Laws/Bachelor of Arts in International Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UAI: 97.35&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it - FML, because the UAI needed is like 99.55+. I'm so screwed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO MORE EXAMS TO GO - YEAAAAAH (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-8405364978598618489?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8405364978598618489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=8405364978598618489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8405364978598618489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8405364978598618489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-to-future.html' title='look to the future'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShZJ2oMBdvI/AAAAAAAAASg/OFuy2HwWZP4/s72-c/l_6e144b44a516b77d6e1d551cca945c31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-9074332272960733691</id><published>2009-05-21T19:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:51:00.171+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JINDABYNE'/><title type='text'>JINDY CAMP, 5DAYS/4NITES, $420 - YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShUiSj3m_3I/AAAAAAAAASY/HAWVKvpq4Mg/s1600-h/Magazine_cover3_by_chocoleptic01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShUiSj3m_3I/AAAAAAAAASY/HAWVKvpq4Mg/s400/Magazine_cover3_by_chocoleptic01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338210635579064178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S RIGHT. WE CAN SO GET A JINDY CAMP IF ENOUGH PEOPLE ARE ABLE TO COME. HURLSTONE OWES US A JINDY CAMP. SO YES, ASK YOUR PARENTS, AND PERSUADE THEM TO SAY YES IF THEY'RE SKEPTICAL. THIS IS THE EPIC HURLSTONE CAMP. THAT'S RIGHT. IF YOU DON'T GO, OR IF YOU'RE THE REASON WE DON'T GO ON THIS CAMP, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN WITH MY HOMIES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I won't do that, but please please please COME JINDY CAMP. Put it in perspective - the 5 days + 4 nights camp (how awesome is a whole week camp? JUST LKE MIA BRO, BUT WILL BE SO MUCH BETTER) with Year 10 (you're unforgettably awesome most beloved grade who you are so happy to be apart of), for $420 (yes it's a tad expensive, but if you think about it, it's so worth it). YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO BE ON THIS CAMP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, YAY FOR 5 OUT OF 8 EXAMS COMPLETED. :D Hope you guys are still studying hard and whatnot. 3 TO GO GUYS :D AND THEN WE'RE DONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the persuading of Year 10 Hurlstoners who actually read my blog about camp, I have nothing else to say. Have a good one guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. JENNY PHAM AND I ARE WILLING TO GIVE UP SPORT SCIENCE SKI CAMP, IF WE WERE/ARE ONLY ALLOWED ONE CAMP FOR 2009. THAT'S HOW MUCH WE WANT JINDY. DON'T LET YR10 HAHS DOWN ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-9074332272960733691?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9074332272960733691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=9074332272960733691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9074332272960733691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9074332272960733691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/jindy-camp-5days4nites-420-you-know-you.html' title='JINDY CAMP, 5DAYS/4NITES, $420 - YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/ShUiSj3m_3I/AAAAAAAAASY/HAWVKvpq4Mg/s72-c/Magazine_cover3_by_chocoleptic01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6320828056241250044</id><published>2009-05-16T21:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:00:58.567+10:00</updated><title type='text'>iminlikewithyou</title><content type='html'>P.S. SORRY MANDA (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6320828056241250044?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6320828056241250044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6320828056241250044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6320828056241250044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6320828056241250044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/iminlikewithyou.html' title='iminlikewithyou'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-5134814777146767015</id><published>2009-05-16T14:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:52:49.668+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>you're my every thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sg5ETqi9hDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HSnFwuL2m3c/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sg5ETqi9hDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HSnFwuL2m3c/s400/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336277713109746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS NOT CRITICISM TO ANY BLOGGERS WHO DO THIS. THIS IS HOW I FEEL FOR MY BLOG. THAT IS ALL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself blogging every single day now, when I should be actually studying. I have actually studied - it's just taking longer than I thought. This is probably why I'll fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer put my blog url on my pm on MSN whenever I have a new post, because I don't like doing that anymore, and because I don't feel the need to always inform everyone of my blogs. I blog because I need to vent, or because I want to share some happy news, or because I get bored. I blog for me, not for anyone else - yes, it sounds selfish, but I guess this section of the internet, is my time. Time for me. Mish time. Call it whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like publicising my blog so much anymore. I don't want to force people to read it. Sometimes things are just too personal to share, sometimes there's just stuff I don't want to share, and sometimes I just don't want any attention to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just for me. For my benefit, for my enjoyment, and if it makes you happy to read it, then I'm just happier :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5134814777146767015?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5134814777146767015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5134814777146767015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5134814777146767015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5134814777146767015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-my-every-thought.html' title='you&apos;re my every thought'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sg5ETqi9hDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HSnFwuL2m3c/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-9020154490310147702</id><published>2009-05-15T17:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:58:35.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm bored, and because i should be studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sg0aSBmkIxI/AAAAAAAAASA/uD0Rw8yBFRY/s1600-h/CIMG6832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sg0aSBmkIxI/AAAAAAAAASA/uD0Rw8yBFRY/s400/CIMG6832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335950030474060562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;ROFL LOLOL HAHAHA :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAKEN FROM NINA'S BLOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken the blame for something you didn't do? &lt;b&gt;probably&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed up all night by yourself? &lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stayed up all night with other people? &lt;b&gt;not yet :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drank something from straight out of the carton? &lt;b&gt;LOL YEAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Felt like you were going to die? &lt;b&gt;quite close&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Made up an excuse not to hang out with someone? &lt;b&gt;LOL yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Was forced to have sex/was raped? &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Burst into tears for no apparent reason? &lt;b&gt;maybe almost, but no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eaten a whole pie or cake by yourself? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA LOL quite close&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Waited an entire night for someone to call? &lt;b&gt;i don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Got stood up on a date? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Fell asleep in the movie theaters? &lt;b&gt;NO :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Let your friend borrow more than $50 from you? &lt;b&gt;i don't think so LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Spilled a whole bowl of burning hot water on yourself? &lt;b&gt;oh no no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spent the entire day on the computer doing surveys? &lt;b&gt;no, cos i have a life? LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Looked through old photographs? &lt;b&gt;many times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Felt sad just because you heard someone else's name in a conversation? &lt;b&gt;yes a lot of times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Starting reading a book that was so terrible you couldn't finish it? &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lost your voice for more than a day? &lt;b&gt;NO, IF YOU COUNT THE FACT THAT MY VOICE WAS ALL SHITTY AND CROAKY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Spilled a drink on someone else? &lt;b&gt;most likely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Watched a marathon of your favorite TV show? &lt;b&gt;YESSSSS :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Done the 5000 question survey? &lt;b&gt;BRO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Had a wish come true? &lt;b&gt;i think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Had a miracle come true? &lt;b&gt;not just yet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Someone said something you didn't think was true but agreed just because they're cool? &lt;b&gt;i hope not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Or something else stupid like that just to get more people to like you? &lt;b&gt;really hope not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Partied so much you couldn't remember what happened the night before? &lt;b&gt;not yet LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Screwed up with someone so badly they haven't talked to you since to this day? &lt;b&gt;no, thank goodness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Spun around until you were dizzy and fell over? &lt;b&gt;LOL YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Peed your pants past the little kid ages? &lt;b&gt;LOL NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Known/know someone with a terrible disease? &lt;b&gt;no i don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Babysat for the most annoying kids in the world? &lt;b&gt;no, pretty lucky :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Enjoyed yourself doing something you thought would be boring? &lt;b&gt;LOL YEAH MANY TIMES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Threw a fit because you didn't get your way? &lt;b&gt;LOL yeah :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Got a Christmas present you hated? &lt;b&gt;no :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Had a tea party when you were younger? &lt;b&gt;LOL NO, I'D HAVE ONE NOW LOLOLOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had your period leak through in public? &lt;b&gt;bro, i so hope not O_O. WTH KINDA QUESTION IS THIS&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Screamed something perverted out to a total stranger? &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Did a dare that got you in trouble? &lt;b&gt;probably close to trouble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Wrote a sappy love song or love poem? &lt;b&gt;omg i think so LOL, but it was like shitty or something i dno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Given someone a fake phone number to someone? &lt;b&gt; LOL nah im not that mean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Carried more than $500 on you at once? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Found out your parents read some of your IMs? &lt;b&gt;LOL, they sometimnes read when im there .. so ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Made up your own language? &lt;b&gt;LOL NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Worn underwear for more than a day without changing it? &lt;b&gt;totally no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Bought something without trying it on, then ended up hating the way it looked on you? &lt;b&gt;not too often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Felt bad about telling someone the truth, so you lied? &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Ripped your pants while trying to do the splits? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAH NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Were so scared that you had to talk to yourself to feel better? &lt;b&gt;LOL yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Went on a walk late at night? &lt;b&gt;is 9 o'clock late LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gotten lost in the woods? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Made up your own games? &lt;b&gt;lols yeahh haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Laughed so hard you choked on something? &lt;b&gt;probably my own saliva or something LOL ew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gotten your tongue stuck to a pole? &lt;b&gt;LOL no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Jumped in leaves? &lt;b&gt;ID LOVE TO DO THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Stepped in dog shit? &lt;b&gt;...hope not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Put a burning bag of dog shit on someone's porch, rang the bell &amp; ran away? &lt;b&gt; LOL HAHAHAHA NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Had your house been egged or toilet papered? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Blamed the dog or other person for one of your farts? &lt;b&gt; LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Clogged up the toilet at someone else's house? &lt;b&gt;SINCERELY HOPE NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Was the last to know about something? &lt;b&gt;LOL pretty much all the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Had a hilarious Halloween costume? &lt;b&gt;nah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Laughed hysterically at one of your own jokes? &lt;b&gt;LOL yeah pretty much all the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Thought someone was waving at you but it was really the person behind you? &lt;b&gt;LOL YES ITS SO EMBARASSING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Ran around in summer clothes when it was winter? &lt;b&gt;LOL NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Forgot about one of your friend's birthdays? &lt;b&gt;HOPENOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Had a surprise party thrown for you? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Wished it was Friday? &lt;b&gt;one too many times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Watched a movie where the main character was exactly like you? &lt;b&gt;that'd be creepy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Seen a movie that was boring in the theaters so you just chilled in the washrooms instead? &lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Made a wish at 11:11? &lt;b&gt;OMG I SHOULD TRY THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Fallen off a horse? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Watched a scary movie then wasn't able to sleep? &lt;b&gt;LOL YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Dreamed in black and white? &lt;b&gt;probably have O_O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Accidentally cut yourself while shaving? &lt;b&gt;OMG YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Laughed uncontrollably for half an hour? &lt;b&gt; LOL HAHAHAHAH LOL YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Experimented with the same sex? &lt;b&gt;no O_O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Made out for more than 10 minutes? &lt;b&gt;NO COMMENT LOL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Memorized all the lines in a movie? &lt;b&gt;not intentionally LOL and not all the lines. FINDING NEMO(L)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Did something stupid in public &amp; then had everyone staring at you? &lt;b&gt;one too many times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Taped a 'kick me' sign to someone's back? &lt;b&gt;LOL YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown up all over somebody? &lt;b&gt;no no &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Saved an animal's life? &lt;b&gt;probably not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Tried to comfort someone but ended up making everything worse? &lt;b&gt;i think so &gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Had to sit beside a perverted guy on a bus? &lt;b&gt;LOL NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Thrown a huge party &amp; then got your house trashed? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Kept a big secret from your parents that they haven't found out yet? &lt;b&gt;don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Told a joke that nobody thought was funny? &lt;b&gt;probably LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Dated somebody who was three or more years older than you? &lt;b&gt;like no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Had an awkward confrontation with your most hated ex in public? &lt;b&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLLL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Fought with one of your friends in public? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Had someone use you for something, like money? &lt;b&gt;perhaps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Been honked at by some guy when you were walking down the sidewalk? &lt;b&gt;no, thank goodness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Been attacked by an animal?&lt;b&gt;the goats at school hate me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Been walked in on when you were changing out of a bathing suit? &lt;b&gt;LOL NO WAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Had an after school detention when you had big plans after school? &lt;b&gt;after school detentions exist?! LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Pretended you were cold just so your boyfriend would cuddle with you? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Ambushed someone with water guns and sprayed them? &lt;b&gt;LOL YES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Were the only sober one at a party? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Laughed at the completely wrong time? &lt;b&gt; LOL one too many times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-9020154490310147702?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9020154490310147702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=9020154490310147702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9020154490310147702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9020154490310147702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-im-bored-and-because-i-should.html' title='because i&apos;m bored, and because i should be studying'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sg0aSBmkIxI/AAAAAAAAASA/uD0Rw8yBFRY/s72-c/CIMG6832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-5813594572486781732</id><published>2009-05-14T21:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:14:12.315+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgwEumOuesI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8ARH_F-_a1s/s1600-h/z64257468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgwEumOuesI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8ARH_F-_a1s/s400/z64257468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335644857110002370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that only one person knows, but I can't really hate the fact that only one person knows because I made that choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate loving them, because you know deep down in your heart that somehow, it doesn't fit with expectations, that it doesn't fit together, and that it shouldn't be at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how every possible insignificant thing can be made into a bigger deal, and then you get caught up with all your emotions that you can't differentiate between what happened, and what you wanted to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate fighting it, but you can't seem to let it go, because it's the only thing that's letting you push on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling the way I feel because I know I shouldn't feel like this, yet I still can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate being told what to feel by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being told how to feel by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for what it's worth, would it help if I told you, that I knew &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; how you felt? Because, I think I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5813594572486781732?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5813594572486781732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5813594572486781732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5813594572486781732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5813594572486781732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotion.html' title='emotion'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgwEumOuesI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8ARH_F-_a1s/s72-c/z64257468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-4478634693628524268</id><published>2009-05-13T16:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:35:10.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Games - Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgpnpTiTEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/hnVh83yuMFg/s1600-h/199796_DSC01721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgpnpTiTEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/hnVh83yuMFg/s400/199796_DSC01721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335190667890201058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that I would have cracked sooner or later. Pathetic attempt really, not even 72 hours without the going on the internet, and I'm back on. BUT I HAVEN'T GONE ON MSN, SO I'M GOOD LOL. I blame the teachers. Why you may ask - because they keep giving us stuff to do which require the laptop and/or the internet, thus forcing me to get on, and then eventually get distracted. But then again, the work's meant to help us with our half yearly work .. so ... IT'S OKAY RIGHT? LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides blogging, currently doing the Commerce half yearly revision sheet, and then I'll make a start on the Geography thing - except I don't want to, but then I don't want to fail :( Hope you guys are all studying hard for the exams ! I expect great results from everyone - THAT'S RIGHT LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some shoutouts to the regulars/occassionals on MSN (hopefully you're reading this LOL):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HI &lt;b&gt;GREEEEEK&lt;/b&gt; ! BROOOOOOOO LOL, I TOTALLY MISS TALKING TO YOU ON MSN. BUT DW BRO, WE TOTALLY HAVE LIKE .. SCHOOL AND LIKE .. YEAH LOLOL BROOOOOOOOOOOO (L)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Ken&lt;/b&gt; (Huynh): I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my plans to not go on MSN for about 2 weeks because I want to try and study LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;CHRISTINE, JASMINE, JENNY &amp; LIZZIE&lt;/b&gt;: I LOVE YOU GUYS ALL AND I HOPE YOU'RE ALL STUDYING HARD :) BE GOOD GIRLIES THEN WE CAN LIKE JUST TOTALLY GO SHOPPING AND EVERYTHING AFTERWARDS LOLOL :)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;VIVIAN LIM&lt;/b&gt;: BROOO I MISS TALKING TO YOU SO MUCH LOL. I'M SO FUCKING BORED WHEN I STUDY, AND I HATE STUDYING, BUT I DON'T WANNA FAIL LOL. YOU BETTER BE STUDYING, COS LIKE IF YOU DON'T YOU'LL FAIL OKAY? OKAY? OKAY? WE CAN GO SHOPPING LATER LADIDAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying and actually trying to do some work. Keep at it you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4478634693628524268?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4478634693628524268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4478634693628524268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4478634693628524268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4478634693628524268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-games-lady-gaga.html' title='Love Games - Lady Gaga'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgpnpTiTEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/hnVh83yuMFg/s72-c/199796_DSC01721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-5737835968803434258</id><published>2009-05-10T21:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:58:50.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLMAO</title><content type='html'>THERE'S THIS AWESOME GIRL NAMED AMANDA THAI WHO MAKES ME LAUGH TIL MY STOMACH AND CHEEKS HURT, AND I AM LITERALLY ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING. IM LAUGHING COS SHE'S LAUGHING AND SHE'S LAUGHING COS I'M LAUGHING, AND THEN WE LAUGH HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MANDA :D, EVEN THOUGH YOU PUT THAT BABY PICTURE OF ME THAT IS SLIGHTLY EMBARASSING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgbBSq0gyCI/AAAAAAAAARo/BZBWPhT_LJc/s1600-h/baby+manda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgbBSq0gyCI/AAAAAAAAARo/BZBWPhT_LJc/s400/baby+manda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334163335143278626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH AT HER SQUARE FACE LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5737835968803434258?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5737835968803434258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5737835968803434258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5737835968803434258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5737835968803434258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/roflmao.html' title='ROFLMAO'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgbBSq0gyCI/AAAAAAAAARo/BZBWPhT_LJc/s72-c/baby+manda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-7305133823986374979</id><published>2009-05-10T14:46:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:53:02.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MUMMY'S DAY + HBD DAD &amp; ANNIE :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgZdP6eCIQI/AAAAAAAAARg/GfaCV0lwNhQ/s1600-h/DSC07354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgZdP6eCIQI/AAAAAAAAARg/GfaCV0lwNhQ/s400/DSC07354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334053336641577218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;EPIC PHOTO TAKEN IN MATHS :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgZce5JAaaI/AAAAAAAAARY/R09gzpGplVw/s1600-h/169609_DSC_0266_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgZce5JAaaI/AAAAAAAAARY/R09gzpGplVw/s400/169609_DSC_0266_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334052494471358882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;OMG I LOVE THAT PHOTO  :(. Maybe if I find pretty enough clothes and stuff, I'll submit a photo onto lookbook! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, BRO. Quick entry this arvo lols - PASS assignment is due tomorrow, and I think I did the whole thing wrong, but I don't care anymore LOL. And half yearlys in one week :(. So as of tomorrow, I'm not going on for about two weeks - SO LIKE IF ANYONE NEEDS ANYTHING, JUST LIKE TEXT ME OR SOMETHING LOL. Doubt anyone will need me though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE IN THEIR HALF YEARLYS :) Study hard you guys haha. Take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-7305133823986374979?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7305133823986374979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=7305133823986374979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7305133823986374979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7305133823986374979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mummys-day-hbd-dad-annie.html' title='HAPPY MUMMY&apos;S DAY + HBD DAD &amp; ANNIE :]'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/SgZdP6eCIQI/AAAAAAAAARg/GfaCV0lwNhQ/s72-c/DSC07354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6129981380543947960</id><published>2009-05-07T21:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:21:23.204+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>even if saving you sends me to heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgLDjQpaGTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/j9_pf3zklS0/s1600-h/TheLastSwimBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgLDjQpaGTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/j9_pf3zklS0/s400/TheLastSwimBeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333039919291570482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've grown a whole few years older within the span of 24 hours - and maybe it's because I've been talking to people, one on one thing, or maybe because I'm on a mood swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does it happen? I know, it's cliche yadida - but it's true right? Time flies. It's like one moment I was 6 and starting my first day of Kindergarten (which has become blurry images mushed into another bunch of things in my mind), and suddenly, I'm a 15 year old, who suddenly knows lots of stuff, and has to deal with juggling school work and assignments, and now the upcoming half yearlys, and extra curricula like family, tutor, piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does it happen? That our biggest fears and worries were if we were allowed to go to our friend's house over the weekend for their 8th birthday party, to if we'd get caught for doing something that doesn't sit right with higher authorities? (because obviously, we'd get in trouble .. but still, you get my drift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does it happen? That it gets all complicated and messy and delicate. It's when we realised that there are pros and cons to things, and that there is a lot more to consider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Growing up&lt;/b&gt; - it's not all that bad, and for what it's worth, I'm thankful that I get to grow up with you guys (YEAR 10 09 HAHS!). I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAVERYYYYYYYYY ! ENJOY YOUR JAFFA CAKE :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6129981380543947960?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6129981380543947960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6129981380543947960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6129981380543947960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6129981380543947960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/even-if-saving-you-sends-me-to-heaven.html' title='even if saving you sends me to heaven'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SgLDjQpaGTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/j9_pf3zklS0/s72-c/TheLastSwimBeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6284591388372689457</id><published>2009-05-02T17:32:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:34:28.259+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>what?! two blogs in one day?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sfv3Q5Bc8eI/AAAAAAAAARI/_Y_d0wV4R0I/s1600-h/Water_by_Panter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sfv3Q5Bc8eI/AAAAAAAAARI/_Y_d0wV4R0I/s400/Water_by_Panter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331126453479993826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Lizzie's blog, and I came across something that I knew far too well. So, allow me to include it in my blog, for it represents what I feel as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, following you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all for not hating which I know I should, but can't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything was never enough for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.09"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you, but I dislike you so much it amazes me that I can dislike someone so much. I didn't forget a single thing. I didn't forget how much it hurt. I didn't forget how selfish you were. But hey, to hell with you, cos I'm a better and stronger person without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do you rekon that if I somehow call Hamish &amp; Andy, while they're on air, and talk to them about Saving Hurlstone's Farm, they'd actually do something? And that's only if I can get through the lines. LOL FML. No actually, F HURLSTONE'S FUTURE, looks doomed atm :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6284591388372689457?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6284591388372689457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6284591388372689457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6284591388372689457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6284591388372689457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-two-blogs-in-one-day.html' title='what?! two blogs in one day?!'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sfv3Q5Bc8eI/AAAAAAAAARI/_Y_d0wV4R0I/s72-c/Water_by_Panter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-1260664666732512835</id><published>2009-05-02T13:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:33:31.455+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Frames - Ne Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sfu9MbUb9AI/AAAAAAAAARA/oS8gI_3_pcY/s1600-h/Shhhhhh_by_HannahHavoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sfu9MbUb9AI/AAAAAAAAARA/oS8gI_3_pcY/s400/Shhhhhh_by_HannahHavoc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331062605112669186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRO, screw what I said about my vocabulary. And also, it's been a whole week at school, WTF?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding what to get for Kassie and Javery's upcoming birthdays, and my dad's upcoming birthday which clashes with Mother's Day! Ooft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THE PASS ASSIGNMENT?! I DON'T GET ANYTHING LOL :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short blog, cos I've somehow lost the plot of my blog nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To all Year 10's - Half yearlys are in week 4. WEEK FOUR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1260664666732512835?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1260664666732512835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1260664666732512835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1260664666732512835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1260664666732512835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/05/empty-frames-ne-yo.html' title='Empty Frames - Ne Yo'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/Sfu9MbUb9AI/AAAAAAAAARA/oS8gI_3_pcY/s72-c/Shhhhhh_by_HannahHavoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-7032404826070508525</id><published>2009-04-27T14:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:45:38.045+10:00</updated><title type='text'>we're bringing sexy back in winter uniform</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SfU4KJDraRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/W5g5-B1hpd8/s1600-h/luvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SfU4KJDraRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/W5g5-B1hpd8/s400/luvv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329227480944044306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable has happened - the end of holidays is sadly in sight. Ohwell, I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I've decided to try and use the blogging experience to enhance my poor vocabulary, because:&lt;br /&gt;a) I'm in Year 10, thus, vocabulary needs to be extended in order to convey precise and succint meaning&lt;br /&gt;b) I'm starting to feel dumb&lt;br /&gt;c) It'll be exceptionally important in senior years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bored you with my lame attempts at using big words haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pose the question out to all those who are reading this blog (thanks for reading btw, you're totally awethome :D), DID ANYONE ACTUALLY DO EVERYTHING THEY INTENDED TO DO IN THE HOLIDAYS?! Because I know I haven't, and it occurred to me, were you to actually succeed in everything you planned to do within the span of two weeks, what else do you have to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you guys had a fantastic break, and that you're all ready to start work, and ace exams. What that actually meant was to muck around in class, and last minute study for half yearlys, hope for the best, then continue on bludging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-7032404826070508525?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7032404826070508525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=7032404826070508525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7032404826070508525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7032404826070508525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-bringing-sexy-back-in-winter.html' title='we&apos;re bringing sexy back in winter uniform'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SfU4KJDraRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/W5g5-B1hpd8/s72-c/luvv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-8049465209255058424</id><published>2009-04-25T14:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:46:39.843+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>so what's it like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SfKVPZ19WRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Q4Alju_UM64/s1600-h/z32849081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SfKVPZ19WRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Q4Alju_UM64/s400/z32849081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328485401000499474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's it like, having everyone to like you? &lt;br /&gt;What's it like, not having any rumours circulating you?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like, knowing that you can dish it out, but you can't ever take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's it like, having a continuous cycle of partners?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like, to have all that money and just spend it on everything expensive, just for the sake of it?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like, being who you are? What's it like to lie and deceive others in order to protect yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's it like, if you don't understand from my perspective?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like, to dish it out, but never take a moment to symphathise or to try and compassionately understand?&lt;br /&gt;And what's it like, knowing, that ultimately, you may have been the reason that I've lost a bit of my faith in myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, but neither are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-8049465209255058424?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8049465209255058424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=8049465209255058424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8049465209255058424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8049465209255058424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-whats-it-like.html' title='so what&apos;s it like?'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SfKVPZ19WRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Q4Alju_UM64/s72-c/z32849081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-94976829273114779</id><published>2009-04-19T19:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:27:44.564+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>quote &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Quotes from "The Nature of Jade" - Deb Caletti. (Except for the first one, the first one's all me lols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PpMjcDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/42XfB34hkBM/s1600-h/bitch_inside_by_Elektrische.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PpMjcDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/42XfB34hkBM/s400/bitch_inside_by_Elektrische.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326341357447639090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life is a continuous learning cycle, is it not? Everyday, we learn something new, even when it doesn't seem like it. It could be a new math formula, or the fact that you're happy, or that you finally figured out the problem to your money troubles. It's not always easy; it can be strenuos, and exhaust every last cell in your body. However, it must be noted that with every two steps forward you take with learning, you must always take one step back. Practice makes perfect, revision makes your memory better, and obtaining wisdom from your mistakes makes it the experience all the more worthy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PkU34yI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GN7enwqgGmg/s1600-h/z94548496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PkU34yI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GN7enwqgGmg/s400/z94548496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326341356140356386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"It's like those days when you've got a really bad pimple but you still have to go to school. You've got to convince yourself it's not so bad just so you can leave the house and actually talk to people face-to-face. You've got to ignore the one big truth - life is fatal"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PZQdeGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aOdS8n0nmNU/s1600-h/z100153194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PZQdeGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aOdS8n0nmNU/s400/z100153194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326341353169057890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I hate when every negatice act is blamed on your period. Sometimes bitchiness is just bitchiness, happily unattached to anything hormonal. It should get full credit"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PRnwlMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dv69DTMZFxE/s1600-h/z85670230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PRnwlMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dv69DTMZFxE/s400/z85670230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326341351119295682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"She makes me think of those days you have sometimes, when you're pissed off and driving everyone away with your mood, but what you most need is for someone to love you in spite of yourself"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PEj8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/pKOHG3GHsR0/s1600-h/z39985326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PEj8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/pKOHG3GHsR0/s400/z39985326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326341347613632370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Love doesn't seem to follow a plan; it's not a series of steps. It can hit with the force of nature - an earthquake, a tidal wave, a storm of wild, relentless energy that is beyond your simple attempts at control."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_9e2CRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6aJO813BtmU/s1600-h/time_machine__part_I__by_Moosiatko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_9e2CRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6aJO813BtmU/s400/time_machine__part_I__by_Moosiatko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326339988503529746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"We are all tied together, even if we don't want to be. Animals and people. People and people. The trick is to face our necessary conncetions and disconnections."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_tDjQuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ks2uk2j9LAI/s1600-h/Magazine_cover3_by_chocoleptic01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_tDjQuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ks2uk2j9LAI/s400/Magazine_cover3_by_chocoleptic01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326339984094085858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;" "If," Abe says. "It's a beautiful word. &lt;i&gt;If&lt;/i&gt; is a key to any locked door" "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_lEOxmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L22qy_tdJM4/s1600-h/z113115270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_lEOxmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L22qy_tdJM4/s400/z113115270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326339981949453922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"If I didn't take risks, he'd said, I'd end up being one of those people who live limited lives, too afraid to take airplanes and swim in the sea and die on boats. People whose fear of death becomes death of life."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_bLc-nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hfiIe4Qq0Y4/s1600-h/b159754550_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_bLc-nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hfiIe4Qq0Y4/s400/b159754550_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326339979295390322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"It occurs to me, then: four people, four different rooms. We are in our own cages, unlike the elephants, who stay all together in their adopted family"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_VdmYrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SaB8-0EXQ5E/s1600-h/4h0o7rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Ser1_VdmYrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SaB8-0EXQ5E/s400/4h0o7rt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326339977760891570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-94976829273114779?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/94976829273114779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=94976829273114779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/94976829273114779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/94976829273114779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote.html' title='quote &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/Ser3PpMjcDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/42XfB34hkBM/s72-c/bitch_inside_by_Elektrische.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-7639803081386764132</id><published>2009-04-10T15:51:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:33:44.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLYDAZE</title><content type='html'>HERE'S TO HOLIDAYS EVERYONE (D). YAY :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, I'm going to Vietnam for a whole month at the end of the year *gasp* - first time overseas (shut up I know..leave me alone). SO YAY FOR ME :D hehe, gotta start saving up to get presents for everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT BUT I HAVE THE BESTEST NEWS EVERRRRRRRR. Remember the aunt I mentioned that's pregnant with the sixth child, and she has five daughters? WELL THE BABY'S A BOY. IT'S A BOY PEOPLE, IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy for my aunt and uncle :DDDD. Apparently she cried when she found out it was a boy, awwww man !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Holidays to do list:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- help Dad cement front part of driveway&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- Easter show&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- SHOP TIL I DROP (get the clothes/accessories I saved up for)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read a jillion books&lt;br /&gt;- see &lt;strike&gt;17 Again&lt;/strike&gt;, Dragonball, Monsters vs. Aliens, X Men Origins: Wolverine, &lt;strike&gt;Slumdog Millionnaire&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- catch up on Gossip Girl&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get piano pieces up to decent standard&lt;br /&gt;- half yearly notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- clean room&lt;/strike&gt; - won't bother&lt;br /&gt;- do my resume, then job hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- buy that tinted moisturiser, and that Biore scrub thingys with those things LOL&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;actually get started on assignments&lt;/strike&gt;, and if desired, try to finish them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- go out with Brenda, preferably shopping&lt;/strike&gt; - can't make it :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- movie marathon&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- clean piano&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Family Guy &lt;strike&gt;Season 5&lt;/strike&gt; &amp; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to write some more stuff, but yeah. Chances are I won't blog much these holidays :L. Have an awesome long weekend you guys, and hope you guys have a super fun holidays. Stay safe and be good :L We'll come back all fresh and hot in winter uniform :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.    HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! (L) &lt;br /&gt;P.P.S   WE GOT 25.5/30 FOR DANCE ASSESSMENT. F*** YEAH :D LAWLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-7639803081386764132?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7639803081386764132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=7639803081386764132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7639803081386764132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7639803081386764132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hollydaze.html' title='HOLLYDAZE'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-6512264094141055060</id><published>2009-04-04T10:26:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:29:18.759+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>Weather Girl - Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TAXED OFF VI'S BEBO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten things I could say to ten different people right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You pissed me off today, and it wasn't the first time either. I think something's changed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish you understood.&lt;br /&gt;3. It doesn't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish you could appreciate the simpler things in life.&lt;br /&gt;5. Please learn to say that word. It would benefit you, really.&lt;br /&gt;6. I care about you, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;7. Words can't ever thank you enough for all those times you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;8. (I would swear at you, but since I'm attempting to quit swearing, I can't)&lt;br /&gt;9. What about me?&lt;br /&gt;10. Smile more often love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine things about myself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have never stayed awake for a full 24 hours. Yes, including camp. &lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't seen Edward Scissorhands.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've played Piano since Kindergarten, except like three years of that I played keyboard. I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to dance. I can't remember why I quit - I miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have 16 first cousins. Currently 15, one's on the way! :)&lt;br /&gt;6. I drink 3 glasses of milk a day (I think everyone knows this, but I can't think of anything else).&lt;br /&gt;7. I secretly love dresses and heels.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm pretty much always low on credit D:&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight ways to win my heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spontaneity. &lt;br /&gt;2. Those pretty coloured tulips, wish I knew what they were called :(&lt;br /&gt;3. Makes me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;4. Accepts who I am, despite all my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;5. Laidback, but not too laidback, enough so that I have my own time and space.&lt;br /&gt;6. Surprise hugs, or nice surprises in general - not like presents but. &lt;br /&gt;7. Respect, loyalty, trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sweet, but not cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why won't you try to understand?&lt;br /&gt;2. Will I actually achieve everything I want to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did I let him do that?&lt;br /&gt;4. DAMN HE'S HOT LOL&lt;br /&gt;5. Will Truong actually end for me LOL, cos it doesn't seem like it. &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six things I wish I never did:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never speak up for myself during that time. &lt;br /&gt;2. Hurt you - I was exceptionally naive. &lt;br /&gt;3. Lie to my parents, then got busted majorly. &lt;br /&gt;4. Cry so much over you. &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five turn ons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smell really really really really nice. Like Calvin Klein fragrances for men. &lt;br /&gt;3. A nice body will occassionally do. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four turn offs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. REALLY BAD GROSS HABITS&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three smileys that describe my life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (=D)&lt;br /&gt;2. [LAWL]  (my new favourite emoticon!)&lt;br /&gt;3. (:DD)   (my favourite emoticon of all time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two things I want to do before I die:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have majority of my ambitions/to-do list crossed off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One confession:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. (No, not you, someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, quote of the day comes from Vivek during our PE dance lesson :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WILSON SR.&lt;/b&gt;: Now everyone, I've noticed a couple of police cars have gone by, and I can see some top schoolers approaching. Whatever they do, ignore them okay? Just ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIVEK&lt;/b&gt;: We'll look like losers if we're cha-cha-ing, and we're trying to ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't find that funny, well .. it might have been a kind of moment thing. Lols, I should get back to assignmenting. Au revoir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6512264094141055060?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6512264094141055060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6512264094141055060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6512264094141055060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6512264094141055060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-girl-mario.html' title='Weather Girl - Mario'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-7565671751023487143</id><published>2009-04-03T17:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:20:29.587+11:00</updated><title type='text'>will you go to the formal with me?</title><content type='html'>It seems odd that I have so much spare time, and that during that spare time, I tend to blog O_O. I'm not so sure why I have spare time, or maybe I'm simply just procrastinating. Anyways, hopefully everyone had an awesome week :) WEEKENDS TIME YO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah for anyone who hasn't seen the dance I was in for our PE assessment, here it is :] : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0db5wBPqeuA&amp;feature=channel_page      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so what's been happening lately? WELL, I don't know if it's just me, but like all of a sudden, there is a big emphasis on what I would like to do with my future. Yeah, I know it's around that time where you gotta think about these things, but it just kinda came like .. BAM. Lols, my parents are starting to ask me about what I'm planning to do in years 11 and 12, the school is sending weird subliminal messages about our future and careers and whatnot, like wow. When I was little, I told myself that I'd know what to do with my life when I would be in year 9. I'm now in year 10, and I still have no idea LOL D: I have a fair idea of what subjects I'm probably going to do, but yeah .. still not completely sure. Anyone actually sure what they want to do with their life yet? Let me know :) Don't worry, I won't steal your profession :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 MORE SCHOOL DAYS KIDDIES ! THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IS NEAR ! :) Which means like one more term of potato sack, and 2 more terms of winter uniform, AND THEN WE'RE SENIORS :D Only shit thing is there's like a bunch of things due on the last day of term O_O" Good luck to everyone and their stuff due in the last week, then you guys can just go party during the weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there has been an increase in chatter about formal? :L Lols, I'm excited for formal (who isn't?), but it hasn't really occurred much to who I'd go with/ask to go with, but somehow today, Tri and I made a pact LOL. For me to know, and you guys not to find out :) But yeah, anyways, if anyone's got info about the formal, care to message me please? Cos like, DOES ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE ORGANISATION OF THE FORMAL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on an interesting note, Jenny told me that for Ski Camp (available to all students doing the Sport Science elective course YAY), we gotta get to school at like midnight, then it's a 6 hour trip to the place we're going. WHAT?! LOL, HOW FREAKING AWESOME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off, my ambition for this month is to decrease the amount of swearing :) GOOD LUCK TO ME LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SdWyVEZ84SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/12PYFGzqAVs/s1600-h/J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SdWyVEZ84SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/12PYFGzqAVs/s400/J.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320354609837695266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SdWyUeckqzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G6H-MKqt4qY/s1600-h/DSC05724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SdWyUeckqzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G6H-MKqt4qY/s400/DSC05724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320354599648144178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I took this picture at Bondi earlier this year, doesn't it look like a postcard?! :L&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-7565671751023487143?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/7565671751023487143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=7565671751023487143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7565671751023487143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/7565671751023487143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-you-go-to-formal-with-me.html' title='will you go to the formal with me?'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SdWyVEZ84SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/12PYFGzqAVs/s72-c/J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-2304592278397614671</id><published>2009-03-31T19:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:04:36.015+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I do stupid things 51% of the time yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TAXED OFF EBONY :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Mark which things you have done, then calculate your score by counting the number of questions you marked. This test is out of 100 questions which means that the number you get as your score is also your percentage. Tag some of your friends, and re-post as "I do stupid things __% of the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [x] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;br /&gt;3. [] Broken a chair by leaning back in it (at least five times)&lt;br /&gt;4. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [x] Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [ ] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand ...&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;br /&gt;10. [x] Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love-potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [x] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;br /&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs&lt;br /&gt;14. [] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;br /&gt;17. []Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;19. [x] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [x] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [ ] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;23. [x] Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;24. [] __________&lt;br /&gt;25. [] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [x] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke...&lt;br /&gt;27. [] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;br /&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [ ] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [x] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;br /&gt;32. [x] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot&lt;br /&gt;36. [x] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on&lt;br /&gt;37. [x] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [x] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;39. [ ] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [ ] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someones shoes by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [ ] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on..&lt;br /&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small..&lt;br /&gt;44. [] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it&lt;br /&gt;47. [ ] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. [x] Have done enough stupid things to take this test&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;54. [x] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was..&lt;br /&gt;55. [ ] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were&lt;br /&gt;56. [] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on&lt;br /&gt;57. [] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day.&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] Forgot your own phone number&lt;br /&gt;59. [ ] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. [] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;62. [] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;65. [] Didn't do the backside of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;br /&gt;67. [x] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;68. [x] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it&lt;br /&gt;69. [x] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;br /&gt;70. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. [x] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face&lt;br /&gt;72. [] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb&lt;br /&gt;73. [ ] Ran into a door jam&lt;br /&gt;74. [x] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid&lt;br /&gt;75. [x] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;br /&gt;76. [ ] Have licked playground sand&lt;br /&gt;77. [ ] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band&lt;br /&gt;78. [x] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk/high when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;79. [ ] Have been so hyper you actually scared people&lt;br /&gt;80. [] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. [] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;82. [x] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again&lt;br /&gt;83. [x] Sat and wondered why men's dress shirts have a loop on the back&lt;br /&gt;84. [x] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;85. [x] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;86. [] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;br /&gt;87. [ ] Laughed out loud in the middle of class over something you just thought up in your head&lt;br /&gt;88. [] When at a restaurant, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;89. [] Have flung forks/spoons at people in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;90. [] Tripped and made the waiter drop the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. [] As you are writing, you move your head back and forth with your pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;92. [] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them&lt;br /&gt;93. [] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;94. [] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours&lt;br /&gt;95. [x] Have started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;br /&gt;96. [x] Read a whole book but during the whole book you weren't even paying attention&lt;br /&gt;97. [x] You have spelled your own name wrong before&lt;br /&gt;98. [x] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;99. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in a class&lt;br /&gt;100. [] Have popped a balloon in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-2304592278397614671?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2304592278397614671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=2304592278397614671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2304592278397614671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2304592278397614671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do-stupid-things-51-of-time-yo.html' title='I do stupid things 51% of the time yo!'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-2154937165781740644</id><published>2009-03-30T17:24:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:13:40.193+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>portmanteau;</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the babycorn say to the mummy corn?&lt;br /&gt;Where's popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL, kudos to Jenny telling me that one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny thing of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everyone in 10N is checking their School Cert info - &lt;br /&gt;Tri: WHY IS IT WE NEED A SIGNATURE AT THIS AGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if you didn't get that - it was more like the moment kinda thing, you just had to be there. LOL, and if you guys get a chance to look at Tri's school cert paper info thing, you'll see he attempted his signature many times LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like doing this again, so you don't have to read on. That is why I put the funny stuff at the top :) Oh and before I go, I decided to try and get a job once again, cos I'm sick of staying home doing nothing majority of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write down what you want to say to ten people, but never will. Don’t write their names, leave it anonymous and never speak of it again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are a gajillion things I want to tell you, but I don't think you'd listen, and I don't think you'd understand. I know we're different, I know everything was/is in different scenarios and circumstances, but can't you just let it go? Please? For me? Why can't you try to understand? Why don't you make more effort? Why don't you trust me like everyone else trusts me? Why can't you see, that I'm a pretty decent person? Why can't you accept that I am who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm so glad that we're close again. I really am. It's made me realise how much fun we had, and how you were always there no matter what. So yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I heard you proclaim that you were going to change, I was so proud of you. I was so happy for you, and I knew you had it in you. I rekon, if you stuck by what you proclaimed, you'd be really really happy, and proud of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think you're hot :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't really like the way you think how you're great at everything, seriously. Like I know you're talented, but .. just yeah. Just stick with your thing and do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This sounds stupid, but I don't like the way you're too honest. It hurts my feeling sometimes, so like .. maybe you could find a more gentler way to express your honesty? Because as much as I love you, the way you say those things sometimes just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think you're a tb. Fuck you for screwing with what's important to me. You deserve shit, seriously. Freaking grow up, and get a dose of reality, cos life isn't all about good looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, I don't care what you say. As long as I do well, and I make myself proud, I don't have to impress you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To hell with you biaaatchhhh :DDD. Hope that karma catches up with you :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think if you stopped making those choices, you'd appreciate things more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-2154937165781740644?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/2154937165781740644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=2154937165781740644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2154937165781740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/2154937165781740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/portmanteau.html' title='portmanteau;'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-8968893760860076241</id><published>2009-03-28T11:40:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:52:08.002+11:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar riffs and drum beats</title><content type='html'>Don't you rekon photography is just beautiful? To capture and freeze a moment in time, the idea is just ... :). Plus I think photos convey so much - deep and meaningful haha. I did mention quite a while ago, that I had a go at photography? Lame because I used the digital camera we own, and not like one of those pro ones, which I want a lot. I also want a polaroid. Oh I want a lot of things -sigh- lols. Anyways, even though I'm capped, and my net is lagging like a bitch, here are some of the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc2A7SeVdNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MuWi_JeA_dE/s1600-h/DSC06517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc2A7SeVdNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MuWi_JeA_dE/s400/DSC06517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318048491054134482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The prettiest bouquet of flowers I've seen in a really really long time (Bridesmaid bouquet)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12_Si33MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Z2dZZM6e6rA/s1600-h/DSC08317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12_Si33MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Z2dZZM6e6rA/s400/DSC08317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037564676365506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Caroline &amp; Wendy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-1tJDlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SKZ1S0AkI3g/s1600-h/DSC08262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-1tJDlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SKZ1S0AkI3g/s400/DSC08262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037556934807122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wendy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-joWfoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Vh81ZA_9s90/s1600-h/DSC08185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-joWfoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Vh81ZA_9s90/s400/DSC08185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037552082878082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Self timer: wasn't intentionally meant to be photography thingy, but I like this picture:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-uVp92I/AAAAAAAAAOo/fREr5K21Nu8/s1600-h/DSC06835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-uVp92I/AAAAAAAAAOo/fREr5K21Nu8/s400/DSC06835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037554957252450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Windang&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-Nio-hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8Gz0ee6bMJ8/s1600-h/DSC06818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sc12-Nio-hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8Gz0ee6bMJ8/s400/DSC06818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037546153343506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Windang&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I've saved this weekend for some serious study, doubt that will go well LOL. Ohwell, you kids have a good weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-8968893760860076241?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8968893760860076241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=8968893760860076241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8968893760860076241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8968893760860076241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/guitar-riffs-and-drum-beats.html' title='guitar riffs and drum beats'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/Sc2A7SeVdNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/MuWi_JeA_dE/s72-c/DSC06517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6030472379389270453</id><published>2009-03-27T20:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:37:35.857+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Hey again everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm back again for real-ish kinda thing LOL. I kind of just died a bit but yeah I'm back lols. New layout! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short blog tonight, cos I'm off soon to go see the footy game (ROOSTERS FTW!). Basically, updates...well the English assessment was just totally gay cos I believed I could have done a lot better, but I'm relevantly happy with my mark. Let's hope I did great in the Geography Assessment (I doubt it though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been a bit of a bummer, everyone's been a bit down lately, or stuff has been happening and stuff like that. Honestly, I believe that whatever it is, it can be pretty much resolved by communication, so give that a try if you're reading and you've got something up. Fingers crossed it gets better for you (L) Hopefully, next week will be better, cos like you know, it has to balance out right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt the basic steps of waltzing today ! And I worked with Charles :L - totally fun and awesome :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events: some homework/mini class assignment things due soon, and Truong Exam on Wednesday night on Absolute Values - fingers crossed I ace that exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll leave you guys to it. Take care everyone, love you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm still trying to figure out how to make the image at the top in the centre O_O. Totally leave a message if you know how to please lols, thanks xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6030472379389270453?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6030472379389270453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6030472379389270453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6030472379389270453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6030472379389270453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-1590538335426564379</id><published>2009-03-20T21:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:23:20.335+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I should blog again</title><content type='html'>A lot of things have happened since last post, but let's put it at this. Right now, I AM FEELING FUCKING AWESOME. :) I'm so happy tonight, and I can't stop smiling. :) Hopefully, everything else will fall into place. Since I can't be bothered to blog, enjoy this everyone :L &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAXED OFF ROSA'S BLOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Both of your parents are from Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You were born in Asia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use the term "Azn"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think DDR is cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've watched lots of anime&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Korean drama&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have stuff hanging on your phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think your parents want you to marry within your own race&lt;br /&gt;[x] You eat rice almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drink lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You style your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a bebo/myspace/friendster/fa&lt;br /&gt;cebook&lt;br /&gt;[x] You speak languages other than English&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are strict&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have high expectations of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always get A's/B's on your report&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know your multiplication table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play badminton or table tennis or Irish Pingpong&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen the asian version The Ring/The grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go/want to go to a university and would NEVER consider an apprenticeship&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own an asian car (Honda, Toyota, etc)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can solve a rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a box of noodles somewhere in your house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Everytime you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been to a LAN more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a gaming console&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't wear shoes in your house&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get nothing if you do well in school, but punished if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have asian songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't like football&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a curfew&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe in fortune cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what is bok choy&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've had pockys/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you ask for your mom's permission, she goes "ask your dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total X's: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply your total score by 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLY SHIT I'M ONLY 52% ASIAN LOLOLOLOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1590538335426564379?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1590538335426564379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1590538335426564379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1590538335426564379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1590538335426564379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-i-should-blog-again.html' title='I thought I should blog again'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-1395501972450761356</id><published>2009-03-04T21:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:09:25.744+11:00</updated><title type='text'>;</title><content type='html'>It isn't often that I would blog two days in a row, but here it is :) To yesterday's blog, I'm sorry lols. Everyone has a right to be an individual, do whatever, and be proud of who they are. We also have opinions, and yesterday's was mine. So, if you don't agree, that's fine :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the people I love the most, this is for you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZaCSb6WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UyRfqPWZt-k/s1600-h/z126671667.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZaCSb6WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UyRfqPWZt-k/s400/z126671667.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309279314542061922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm not sure if this person is reading, but nevertheless, I'll pose this request to all who might be in the same situation. To this one person in particular, thank you for all the times you've made me laugh during class, and outside of class. For helping me so many times, and for being a great friend. I think you're an amazing and intelligent person. Call me selfish, but I have a request I would like to make of you. When we finish school, and you've aced the HSC and come in the top 10% of the state, I want you to promise me that you will go out, and do whatever you want. Whatever YOU want. All those ambitions that you wrote down, all the stuff that you might have missed on. ANYTHING. Don't let anyone stop you. Especially your parents. You've worked so damn hard, and I know you will continue to for the next few years to come, the years that are going to count the most. Do it :) I love you man (L)&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZj5pl3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lOJDqaMTeZM/s1600-h/z44355439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZj5pl3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lOJDqaMTeZM/s400/z44355439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309279306385037170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To my people (you know who you are, sorry for classing you as "mine"), thank you for everything. For being there when I needed you guys the most, for listening, for giving advice, for listening, for caring, and for being so fiercely loyal. I can't ever thank you enough. The things I remember most, is all those times when we used to just chill, relax and do whatever, and just talk. About nothing in particular, but to me it was perfect.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZopUGrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fycLEZwD3ao/s1600-h/z21444626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZopUGrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fycLEZwD3ao/s400/z21444626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309279307658697394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You have no idea how much I regret it. Thinking back, it might be my one and only regret. But I'm so fortunate now, and I make the best out of it, all the while knowing that I do not deserve it at all. I am so truly truly sorry for what I did. I still haven't forgiven myself to this day, I'm still trying to make it up to you. I am so deeply sorry. I don't know how you forgave me. But thank you so much. I love you with all my heart, I love you so much.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZX9WIHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vzZJUeMeM7g/s1600-h/Vintage_Red_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZX9WIHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vzZJUeMeM7g/s400/Vintage_Red_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309279303179313266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't ever let a person tell you that you can't do anything. Don't ever let a person walk all over you. Don't ever think that you're not good enough. Because you can do anything, because you are strong, and because you're more than good enough. Push yourself to your absolute limits. Because I believe in you. Just like you believe in me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZYuRpAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CpAjP636xls/s1600-h/Water_by_Panter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZZYuRpAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CpAjP636xls/s400/Water_by_Panter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309279303384540162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is impossible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1395501972450761356?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1395501972450761356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1395501972450761356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1395501972450761356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1395501972450761356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=';'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/Sa5ZaCSb6WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UyRfqPWZt-k/s72-c/z126671667.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-190324158679986404</id><published>2009-02-24T21:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:36:09.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'>words from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuuL9w5I/AAAAAAAAANY/J1zk9dvHwno/s1600-h/z71358268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuuL9w5I/AAAAAAAAANY/J1zk9dvHwno/s400/z71358268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307689993585554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why does it feel like I'm so alone sometimes? Maybe because I keep thinking too much nowadays. I'm scared I'm losing some of the people I love, and hold dear to my heart. I'm sometimes ashamed of my thoughts, because I can't believe I thought them, but I can't help it. Maybe it's because I'm jealous. Maybe it's because of the way they present themselves. I don't know, but I miss having the closeness, with that one person.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKus8dWFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aL9yD7aSZOw/s1600-h/z70980287.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKus8dWFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aL9yD7aSZOw/s400/z70980287.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307689660110930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maybe too many people take too many things for granted. Having watched "Invisible Children", my problems suddenly seem so insignificant. I'm so much better off than those poor souls, yet I still complain? How dare I complain? So why do they still pain me? Why does it still hurt?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuu1PYvI/AAAAAAAAANI/tjAlTlO7i5E/s1600-h/z56053072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuu1PYvI/AAAAAAAAANI/tjAlTlO7i5E/s400/z56053072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307690166706930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why does it feel like I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, and not a single soul can hear me, and not a single soul cares? Why do I feel the way I feel? Why is it, that I suddenly think certain people seem fake, or that certain people are so into themselves that they can't even see the rest of us? Why? And why won't this feeling go away?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuXndXtI/AAAAAAAAANA/kRRXR5kKXI0/s1600-h/wqe328764.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuXndXtI/AAAAAAAAANA/kRRXR5kKXI0/s400/wqe328764.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307683934887634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You want to know what's unfair? I'll tell you what's unfair. Unfair is the fact that because I've made mistakes, you can't let it go. You use it to hang over my head, thus won't let me to do anything. It's unfair, because I want to be given a chance. It's unfair because everyone else who is like me, is given it, but I'm not.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuefplUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wGTOQHtCwYc/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuefplUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wGTOQHtCwYc/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307685781181762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just want to be free...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-190324158679986404?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/190324158679986404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=190324158679986404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/190324158679986404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/190324158679986404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-from-heart.html' title='words from the heart'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SaPKuuL9w5I/AAAAAAAAANY/J1zk9dvHwno/s72-c/z71358268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-4869164006009078806</id><published>2009-01-31T17:22:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:34:02.579+11:00</updated><title type='text'>twins love 15cm heels (L)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be a long blog, so I'm warning you guys in advance - read on if you wish, you don't have to lols. In saying that, I'll probably divide this blog into a few sections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- updates &lt;br /&gt;- recommendations&lt;br /&gt;- venting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;UPDATES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school has returned for all of us, which means I'm officially in Year 10 (freaky). I've loved catching up with everyone, and seeing Oscar looking like an oompa loompa (LOL).We've got quite a lot of newcomers into our grade, so I'm excited to get to know them, and to let them know that our grade is so fucking awesome :)  Not actually looking forward to much of the school work, but hey, we'll get there in the end. I must admit though, since our grade has reached the era of grades with two digit numbers, it really does look ugly on your school books - seriously. "9N" looks so much prettier than "10N" LOL. But we'll get used to it hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming carnival is coming up, so I'm looking forward to that! Gotta love the bludge, dressing up, luvoing, and just having a good time. Too bad it's not the old 2 day carnival for the whole school, that was so much better. Still not sure what to wear, cos I really do want to dress up, but I don't know what to wear. Theme: WENTWORTH IN WONDERLAND. And on a competitive note, Wentworth's gonna kick all your asses this year again :) LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was really fun :) Wore a dress (OUT IN PUBLIC? OMG NO WAY) haha, and collected quite a few red pockets, so thanks to everyone who gave me one. On the topic of CNY, my aunt told me that my littlest cousin, Wendy, attempted to steal some money. How? She saw my other cousin's bunch of red pockets on the table, took them, and hid them in one of her drawers. Apparently, everyone asked her where it was, and she replied that she had simply no idea and pleaded everyone to stop inquiring about it. After a while, Billy (my cousin who she's afraid of) asked where the money was, and she went away and retrieved it. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else, so I'll move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RECOMMENDATIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished reading Dear John by Nicholas Sparks, and I forgot to tell you guys if it was good or not. IT WAS ! lols, so I think you guys should read it. Its about romance basically lols (I just heard Lizzie squeal, did you guys hear that?) But after reading a few more Nicholas Sparks novel, I started liking the other novels better. "The Lucky One" was pretty good as well, so yeah read that. But the book that's my favourite so far is "The Rescue" by Nicholas Sparks, SO EVERYONE READ IT. &lt;b&gt;READ IT!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; I cried so many times in that book, it's so beautiful. KUDOS TO SPARKS BROTHER ! 6/5 stars (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching Ellen during the holidays (The Ellen DeGeneres Show), I looked up these guys on youtube. And I think they're pretty awesome, so if you're ever bored, I think you guys should listen to them, cos they're really good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=Ho-RaVagVAM&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sing more songs, so just look around :) Also, I included this link as well cos Kenrick gave me this link, and I think she's really good as well (AND SHE LOOKS LIKE VANESSA ANNE HUDGENS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=SNmU9Lh69Wk&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy that you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I live in about ten different worlds. It's confusing, it's challenging, it's conflicting, and sometimes, I just don't know what to do. I feel like I'm a puppet, and all these strings are the strings from each world I'm in, tugging me in different directions. Sometimes I fight it, sometimes I give in, sometimes I really don't care.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyzC4vNBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PS4_zRYtH6A/s1600-h/z45300221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyzC4vNBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PS4_zRYtH6A/s400/z45300221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297344545479930898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I won't ever stop loving the people and things I hold dear to my heart. My best friends, my mates, my family, my hobbies - they're the things that keep me going when times are tough. I try my best to push myself to my potential. This is the one world that's relatively simple most of the time. It's my default.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyzNDV6AI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tvKETRe2vag/s1600-h/z168491199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyzNDV6AI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tvKETRe2vag/s400/z168491199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297344548208764930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then there's that world. The one you see plastered all over there. It intrigues me sometimes, and gives me the impression that image and fashion is of the utmost priority. It confuses me though - it's great to be able to look great and all, but there's so much more. There is so so so much more out there in the world, so why make this so important? I'm a hypocrite though.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyyybN93I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qk_ZL90Z8Cg/s1600-h/balonowemyslibymento0osfc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyyybN93I/AAAAAAAAAMg/qk_ZL90Z8Cg/s400/balonowemyslibymento0osfc2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297344541061150578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then there's that other world. I want to grow old, and when I reflect back on my life, I want to say that I have LIVED. That I've experienced. But what to do, when you wish to have no regrets, but you are confined to do as others wish you to do so? They've given you everything, so how can you not return the simplest favours?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyy-EnvYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sg8CFmffMcM/s1600-h/PUNKLIKENOOTHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyy-EnvYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sg8CFmffMcM/s400/PUNKLIKENOOTHER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297344544187596162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The best I can settle for, is to be the best person I can be. To give it my all, my everything, my 110%. And hope for the best...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4869164006009078806?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4869164006009078806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4869164006009078806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4869164006009078806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4869164006009078806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/twins-love-15cm-heels-l.html' title='twins love 15cm heels (L)'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SYPyzC4vNBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PS4_zRYtH6A/s72-c/z45300221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-5072303091667729050</id><published>2009-01-27T20:27:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:11:16.729+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm human as well</title><content type='html'>May I wish everyone "Chuc Mung Nam Moi" for yesterday, and Happy Australia Day as well. Apologies that it's a day late. Yesterday was a day I truly felt un-Australian LOL, due to all the New Year celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a couple of hours til school, and the only thing I'm looking forward to is seeing my friends. But we'll make it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SX7Vv1ouzEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1jJuOo-qjEk/s1600-h/z43706048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295905229662768194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SX7Vv1ouzEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1jJuOo-qjEk/s400/z43706048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm only human after all. Yeah, I can be selfish, but so is everyone else sometimes. Everyone has a bad day, but it seems like I can't have a bad day ever. To you, it only seems like I'm sad, which I probably am, but you never considered that it might be because of you that I'm sad. That maybe you're the reason why I be feeling a little grouchy, or pissed. I beat myself up for even thinking this, I think to myself, &lt;i&gt;how dare I complain&lt;/i&gt;, but I can't help but feel this way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SX7U2fT8xTI/AAAAAAAAAME/og5819r05LA/s1600-h/z69684921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295904244417479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SX7U2fT8xTI/AAAAAAAAAME/og5819r05LA/s400/z69684921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like when I think I have something that I so truly, and desperately want so close, I can almost touch it, you snatch it away from me. It's like this neverending crawl to get what I want, perhaps what I deserve. Sometimes, I want to scream at the top of my lungs, to release all this emotion inside of me, but I don't. Because I'll be making a commotion for you. And all this time while I'm thinking this, I want to run away to a beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:95%;"&gt;"After awhile, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. You learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security. You begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises. You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. After awhile, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and that you really do have worth. You learn that with every goodbye, there's a hello."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Excerpt taken from &lt;a href="http://www.3lovelizzie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lizzie&lt;/a&gt;'s blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5072303091667729050?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5072303091667729050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5072303091667729050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5072303091667729050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5072303091667729050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-human-as-well.html' title='I&apos;m human as well'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/SX7Vv1ouzEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1jJuOo-qjEk/s72-c/z43706048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-1906625728310779031</id><published>2009-01-08T20:44:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:00:10.964+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Death &amp; All His Friends</title><content type='html'>Hey kiddos ! Hope everyone is enjoying their summer holiday so far, and making the most of it before we go back to school. (boo!) I shall be returning to Truong tutor soon, and I haven't done homework, or anything that I promised myself I'd do during the holidays education wise. Oh dear. But I have promised myself to clean my room on Saturday so yay ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these holidays, I've seen High School Musical 3, which I think is the best movie in the trilogy so far, and I've seen Madagascar 2 - I TOTALLY LOVED THAT :D. So much better than the first movie. So give your inner child something to do, go watch Madagascar 2 :) DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went beach the other day and bumped into Christina (squeals! LOL), who I call now my beach hoe :) LOL. Love her, so glad I bumped into her in the water - literally :D (L). Haven't gone beach in ages, so it felt so good to be there. And if I ever run away, or need a place to go to to think, I'd run to a beach ... too bad the nearest one to my home is like hours away =/. Anyways, if you guys haven't gone beach yet, I urge you to go ! Especially on a hot day ! And if you're sitting there thinking "Why should &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; go to the beach?", I have devised a list of benefits for you, so suck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BENEFITS OF GOING TO THE BEACH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It simply takes your breath away. Here right infront of you, is a beach. Beautiful because it's natural, and it's free ! Perfect for whatever - whether to chill out, hang with your friends, think, breathe, mourn, cry, celebrate etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ladies, you get to check out boys (who are already topless ! *gasp*), and men, you get to check out the ladies, who happen to be in bikinis. So there you go, a non-perverted way to check the opposite sex out. You gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;3. You can exfoliate your skin there - for FREE. Because of the sand :) You may look like a weirdo rubbing sand on yourself, but you'll be laughing at everyone else when their skin has gone dry.&lt;br /&gt;4. The water is so cool and refreshing. To just be there to swim, surf or catch the waves is so exhilirating and fun. Also, it's a mini form of exercise :)&lt;br /&gt;5. You can play games there at the beach, eat, sleep, read, swim, shop around - all in one :) How freaking convenient. (But you can't pee in the water, cos like ....)&lt;br /&gt;6. Every luvo you take at the beach will turn out beautiful - like no joke.&lt;br /&gt;7. You are guaranteed to have an awesome time, pretty much 98% of the time. And if you don't then, I'm sorry to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's a great place to just get away from everything. Noise, city, rush, school, family, relationships. It gives you all the time you need in the world to think and relax. Or for you just to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE GO BEACH EVERYONE. AT LEAST ONCE. :) It'll be good for you, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some snapshots taken over the holidays (my bad if you're capped) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSdujqiZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eQHZ9bMRpe0/s1600-h/DSC06310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864745572174226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSdujqiZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eQHZ9bMRpe0/s400/DSC06310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXScXhIfrI/AAAAAAAAALw/b9AZN1QMGk0/s1600-h/DSC06304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864722207669938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXScXhIfrI/AAAAAAAAALw/b9AZN1QMGk0/s400/DSC06304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSa8zp2jI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZMqG3Zg6A2M/s1600-h/DSC06303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864697857727026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSa8zp2jI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZMqG3Zg6A2M/s400/DSC06303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSZ_bcQJI/AAAAAAAAALg/dgnoAnzpYeg/s1600-h/DSC06295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864681381609618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSZ_bcQJI/AAAAAAAAALg/dgnoAnzpYeg/s400/DSC06295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RANDOM LUVO SHOT FROM BEACH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQmMV-8VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bRqPTLLR8mA/s1600-h/DSC05706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288862691983552850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQmMV-8VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bRqPTLLR8mA/s400/DSC05706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum, mango !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NEW ADDITIONS TO THE WARDROBE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQladasoI/AAAAAAAAALI/lxVdkdr9gOo/s1600-h/DSC05745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288862678592959106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQladasoI/AAAAAAAAALI/lxVdkdr9gOo/s400/DSC05745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Denim shorts - Jay Jays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SALE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From $30 to $20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(JASMINE BUY ITTTTTTT :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQlPepiQI/AAAAAAAAALA/r5uMuJ6rK9w/s1600-h/DSC05746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288862675645335810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQlPepiQI/AAAAAAAAALA/r5uMuJ6rK9w/s400/DSC05746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black shorts - Jay Jays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas gift from Brenda - thanks babe (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQk9oUy-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9DZkNWR9rU4/s1600-h/DSC05747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288862670854081506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXQk9oUy-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/9DZkNWR9rU4/s400/DSC05747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay Jays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas gift from Brenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To go with the shorts from above :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also got a Roxy Bikini at Surf Dive "N" Ski, but I thought posting a picture of it would be a bit =/. Slashed from $70 to $40! :) I LOVE SALES haha ^^. And the funny thing is, it's called the "Big Day Out - Australia" bikini. Fudge, I full laughed at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, sorry for the long blog - haha. Have fun for the rest of the holidays, take care &amp;amp; stay safe everyone ! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. EVERYONE READ "All We Know Of Heaven: A Novel" by Jacquelyn Mitchard, it's such a beautiful book that's unique. Currently reading "Dear John" by Nicholas Sparks, so I'll let you know how that one turns out ! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. CONGRATS TO MY AUNT WHO'S PREGNANT WITH HER SIXTH CHILD. Yes, the 6th child - I kid you not. Fingers crossed it's a boy. EVERYONE PRAY ITS A BOY! LOL. And sorry about all the "P.S."`s, keep forgetting everything =/. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1906625728310779031?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1906625728310779031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1906625728310779031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1906625728310779031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1906625728310779031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-all-his-friends.html' title='Death &amp; All His Friends'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SWXSdujqiZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eQHZ9bMRpe0/s72-c/DSC06310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-9165828251523252973</id><published>2009-01-01T20:35:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:28:42.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BRING IT ON 2009 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbnKqTkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RZ4eRmamAxU/s1600-h/z18450636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286259966182313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbnKqTkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RZ4eRmamAxU/s320/z18450636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE ! (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring it on 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make every moment count, make this year unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbn2MTPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AnxBM8NdUBk/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286259966364896498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbn2MTPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AnxBM8NdUBk/s320/marilyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Be a little daring, crazy, rebel - whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do something different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cross off that rebellious "to-do" activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbaXA4PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9G3gGVOMXxo/s1600-h/skdjfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286259962744463602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbaXA4PI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9G3gGVOMXxo/s320/skdjfh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Appreciate every day for what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathe in, and out. You're alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbGCQK2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/uwsNVSA1dj4/s1600-h/foryou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286259957288676194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbGCQK2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/uwsNVSA1dj4/s320/foryou1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Times will be tought, but you'll get there in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's part of learning, and growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make the most out of every opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smile and laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQfaiM2aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sag6XJBw90Q/s1600-h/z61870653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258931999234466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQfaiM2aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sag6XJBw90Q/s320/z61870653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are an awesome, beautiful, genuine person.&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Go for your goals this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQfANX6BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/J1haaklsw8U/s1600-h/z70006512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258924932556818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQfANX6BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/J1haaklsw8U/s320/z70006512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can never take too many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moments that cameras capture.&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moments that cameras can't capture.&lt;br /&gt;Make memories that'll last a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQevdeeQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1W313NKOL4w/s1600-h/z172189672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258920436693250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQevdeeQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1W313NKOL4w/s320/z172189672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If things get out of control, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends and loved ones will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it could be the best thing - having no control.&lt;br /&gt;Follow your instincts. Follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQeKf9HAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZoCbkygfdmg/s1600-h/sun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258910514977794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyQeKf9HAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZoCbkygfdmg/s320/sun2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2009 is here, and it's your time to shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Nike says, Just Do It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-9165828251523252973?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9165828251523252973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=9165828251523252973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9165828251523252973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9165828251523252973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2009/01/bring-it-on-2009.html' title='BRING IT ON 2009 !'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SVyRbnKqTkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RZ4eRmamAxU/s72-c/z18450636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-817624140893496472</id><published>2008-12-27T20:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:10:31.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas &amp; Boxing Day 08</title><content type='html'>I know I'm late in saying this, but Merry Christmas to everyone. And thank you to those who kindly texted me some minutes after midnight to wish me just that :) (no sarcasm intended at all ! :]) I hope your day was just as fun filled as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides wishing you all a Merry Christmas, I would like to remind you all that New Year is just around the corner. So, start thinking of those New Year Resolutions kiddos ! Make goals that you want to be achieved, hope to be achieved, or just something new for you to do. Whatever they may be, go make them happen. AND STICK TO THEM ! :) I haven't any so far, but once I do, I'll be posting them up hopefully. And if I don't blog during New Year, I wish everyone a very happy New Year, and hope that everyone will succeed in everything they wish to do, and that they'll make 2009 count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, new layout ! Yay - thank you so much to Lizzie who helped me. I love you man ^^. And thank you to Rosa who was listening to me bitch about how this was all a "piece of shit" LOL. Take care everyone ! Make the last few days of 2008 count :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-817624140893496472?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/817624140893496472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=817624140893496472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/817624140893496472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/817624140893496472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-boxing-day-08.html' title='Christmas &amp; Boxing Day 08'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-8916228525976090436</id><published>2008-12-17T20:33:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:05:43.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: WHAT WAS, WHAT IS &amp; WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN...</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd start this blog by amusing you all with a photo of me with my bowl haircut at 23 months old. You may laugh at it (fuck you Greek LOL), but don't deny the fact that you probably had a bowl haircut when you were little too - so ha! And if you didn't, then ... well you suck balls. JOKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvVblvxTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V_RXpZ3M0PE/s1600-h/LOL+bowl+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015189530985778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvVblvxTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V_RXpZ3M0PE/s320/LOL+bowl+haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look like a boy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also for your entertainment, is a picture of me in my kung fu pose. Watch out bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvGltbcgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1-284Xaunjs/s1600-h/SCAN004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281014934549524994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvGltbcgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1-284Xaunjs/s320/SCAN004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2008 is drawing to a close, and it's been one heck of a rollercoaster. Almost everyone was pretty much attached to their Year 8 classes in 07 - I know I was. (8R 07 FTW YEAH!) I'll admit, this year wasn't as awesome as 2007, but it wasn't too bad either. It had its moments, and by the end of the year, I found that I pretty much enjoyed the year as a whole. And I think almost everyone thought so too :) Here's 2008 as an overview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE BEGINNING: being put into MERINO classes. Everyone was with different people in their classes, and people were pretty much insecure the first few weeks (am I right?). Swimming carnival approached, and gave us a chance to hang with our original classes a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE MIDDLE: through out the first two terms, the rollercoaster had already begun. Everyone was getting used to their classes, yet many still yearned for their year 8 classes. Friendships were being put to the test, uncomfortable truths were being exposed, and we grew up slightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE GRADUAL LEAD UP TO THE END: well...this rollercoaster ride just got more interesting as it hit terms 3 and 4. Emotionally, it was quite overwhelming. It was a bit like the first semester, only like double that. Many matured, many grew, many learned and many accepted. Yearlys were around the corner as well, and when the time came, we bullshitted our way through it - then relaxed :) Camp arrived, and although it was unhygienic, emotionally overwhelming, had no reception, and the cabins were just ridiculous, it was an enjoyable experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE END (well. close to it): The end weeks of school were the biggest bludge ever. It was pretty awesome actually, not bothering to do any work, because the teachers couldn't threaten us with some bullshit excuse about changing our reports cos they were done already! People were leaving for their holiday vacations, and we said our goodbyes to those who were leaving. We took a million photos to preserve the memories of our last few weeks as Year 9 08, and we partied without alcohol. Now, school's over, and Christmas is on it's way :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways to end this blog, I put out a question to you all. Okay two questions. One is, how did everyone think this year went?, and the second one is, DO YOU THINK I SHOULD KEEP THIS DRESS? Because I really don't know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvGWCBiZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lV4jPiQZlFU/s1600-h/DSC05325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281014930340940178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvGWCBiZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lV4jPiQZlFU/s320/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forcast - $29 (50% off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvGEB1AbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pbjbVL6XKr8/s1600-h/DSC05330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281014925508280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvGEB1AbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pbjbVL6XKr8/s320/DSC05330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With no belt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvF88cZGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SbXW0Yn-5aQ/s1600-h/DSC05339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281014923606647906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvF88cZGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SbXW0Yn-5aQ/s320/DSC05339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or with a belt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well take care everyone. By the time I blog next, I'm hoping there's a new layout here. I've totally forgotten everything about HTML, but I'm getting there. Merry Christmas to everyone, and a happy new year ! May the next year be awesome for you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-8916228525976090436?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8916228525976090436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=8916228525976090436&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8916228525976090436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8916228525976090436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-what-was-what-is-what-could-have.html' title='2008: WHAT WAS, WHAT IS &amp; WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN...'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SUnvVblvxTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V_RXpZ3M0PE/s72-c/LOL+bowl+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-1184432159657934985</id><published>2008-12-07T21:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:34:54.092+11:00</updated><title type='text'>17 DAYS TIL CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>My dears, it is almost that time of year again. Yes, those last few weeks of school, ending the school year, the spirit of Christmas lingering in the air and the subtle excitement of ending the year, and the approach of a fresh new year. It's so close, you can almost taste it. Anyways, though you guys might like a different blog today, so here's an interesting email my dad sent me a few years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a history teacher explain this - if they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;Both wives lost their childen while living in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it gets really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were assassinated by Southerners.&lt;br /&gt;Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.&lt;br /&gt;Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both assassins were known by their three names.&lt;br /&gt;Both names were composed of fifteen letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hang on to your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Ford". Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln", made by "Ford".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the kicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy that weird one kiddos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1184432159657934985?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1184432159657934985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1184432159657934985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1184432159657934985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1184432159657934985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/12/17-days-til-christmas.html' title='17 DAYS TIL CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-672718446374647929</id><published>2008-11-25T20:32:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:35:59.319+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Swear to shake it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[Five things about MISH that relatively few people or blog readers know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My dad gave me a bowl haircut when I was about 2 years old. I have photos to prove it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I drink 3 glasses of milk every day - unless I'm sick. One before school, one after school &amp;amp; one before i go to sleep :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I can't do a cartwheel properly - no joke :$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. When my dad was filming my third birthday party (don't ask), I cried and yelled at him because I thought that if he was filming the balloons, they would pop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. When we first moved into the house I live now, my bed was placed in the middle of my room. One night, I rolled over and scrated the left side of my face on the corner of the drawers. It bled, and I cried but I didn't wake my parents up. Mum heard me and came over. I was left with a scar, but overtime it kind of just...blended in? - now, I don't think anyone notices. Either that, or they haven't said anything :L&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following extracts/anecdotes display and depict the true Hurlstone pride we Hurlstoners have:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;volunteering for Orientation Day - only to be persuaded to perform the Hurlstone War Cry on stage. All was fine, until we realised that we didn't know the words to it. GG (Y)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by now, you must have heard about how Hurlstone's farm might be sold off. (go get your own farm Government). Read this:&lt;br /&gt;mish-oh-rawr [ii.iv.viii♥] says:&lt;br /&gt;SAVE OUR FARM&lt;br /&gt;steven. E3L! says:&lt;br /&gt;what farm&lt;br /&gt;OH right&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurlstone pride for you right there. Anyways, I did say that this blog was going to be dedicated to camp - but I really can't be bothered. Sorry - maybe next time. Take care everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-672718446374647929?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/672718446374647929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=672718446374647929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/672718446374647929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/672718446374647929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/swear-to-shake-it-up.html' title='Swear to shake it up'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-4307861591302928326</id><published>2008-11-23T19:19:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:06:13.657+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ESHAYZ (LOL)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SSkbvqpQsRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XzcLtaNkX3Q/s1600-h/489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271775344529027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SSkbvqpQsRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XzcLtaNkX3Q/s320/489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new favourite picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was browsing around everyone's blogs and wordpresses, and I stumbled onto Maggiesnail's one. I saw an interesting post, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write down what you want to say to ten people, but never will. Don’t write their names, leave it anonymous and never speak of it again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I know I've never actually told you this, but I think you're an amazing person. I have no guts to say it to you face to face, not because I'm scared - but just because of what our relationship is; we just do not dwell on those deep inner feelings much. (I think this makes me a man O_O) But I love you heaps and you know that :) You are pretty much always there when I need you, and we understand each other so well - thanks so much for putting up with me for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Call me a bitch, but sometimes I think you're really up yourself. And it seems like I'm the only one who ever sees it. I assure you it's not jealousy; I just really can't help but feel this way. I'm a horrible person for thinking this &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss how close we used to be. I miss how we used to talk about anything in class, and you would understand and give me advice. Yeah we're still good friends - but I truly miss how close we used to be. You made me laugh when I was sad, you let me yell and hurt you when I was PMSing, and you were there. You still are - but it's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe that we will be friends for a very very long time - hopefully until we're old :) You're an amazing person who always puts others before yourself and your needs/wants. I admire you so much and I once thought that I couldn't live without you. But I learnt that I'm just as strong even if you're not always there (i.e. vacations). And I know that you'll always be there, every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm so appreciative of the fact that this year has allowed me to become closer to you. You're the bravest person I know. You're always always always there for me. Thank you so much - and for the many years to come. I want you to know that I will try my best to always be there for you - even if you don't want me to, even if you don't want to talk to me, even if you don't want me as your friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I looked up the word "beautiful" in the dictionary. The dictionary defined beautiful using your name. Because you truly are beautiful. In every sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please, just stay out of my life - I want to live to the fullest, but with you in the way it's a bit hard. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall quit at 7 people because I can't think of anymore. Get a good night's sleep my lovelies. Next post should be camp photos :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4307861591302928326?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4307861591302928326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4307861591302928326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4307861591302928326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4307861591302928326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/eshayz-lol.html' title='ESHAYZ (LOL)'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/SSkbvqpQsRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XzcLtaNkX3Q/s72-c/489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-3400581651725482442</id><published>2008-11-13T17:47:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:35:53.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad - Ne Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"&gt;" No one can make you feel inferior without your consent - Eleanor Roosevelt"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And I also believe, that no one can tell how you feel. Trust your feelings, and even if no one does know how you did/do truly feel, then it doesn't matter - because you are the one who knows your own true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump rope for heart snaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00855m_f3755d5.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img26" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img26.picoodle.com/img/img26/3/11/12/t_DSC00855m_f3755d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00881m_f56d30e.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img29.picoodle.com/img/img29/3/11/12/t_DSC00881m_f56d30e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00882m_3902c14.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img37" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img37.picoodle.com/img/img37/3/11/12/t_DSC00882m_3902c14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00902m_dd1f1bd.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img37" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img37.picoodle.com/img/img37/3/11/12/t_DSC00902m_dd1f1bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00911m_998ed2a.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/3/11/12/t_DSC00911m_998ed2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00923m_934dbd6.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img32" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img32.picoodle.com/img/img32/3/11/12/t_DSC00923m_934dbd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00924m_159a8f2.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/3/11/12/t_DSC00924m_159a8f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00983m_212aeae.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img33" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img33.picoodle.com/img/img33/3/11/12/t_DSC00983m_212aeae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/13/f_DSC00990m_b5ddc67.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img03" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img03.picoodle.com/img/img03/3/11/13/t_DSC00990m_b5ddc67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00932m_a96bd15.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img29.picoodle.com/img/img29/3/11/12/t_DSC00932m_a96bd15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00965m_3b1cd90.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img33" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img33.picoodle.com/img/img33/3/11/12/t_DSC00965m_3b1cd90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00984m_de883e9.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/3/11/12/t_DSC00984m_de883e9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC00989m_2d4526f.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img29.picoodle.com/img/img29/3/11/12/t_DSC00989m_2d4526f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC01008m_479b72f.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img37" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img37.picoodle.com/img/img37/3/11/12/t_DSC01008m_479b72f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC01025m_791ac5c.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img37" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img37.picoodle.com/img/img37/3/11/12/t_DSC01025m_791ac5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/13/f_DSC01026m_936394b.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img03" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img03.picoodle.com/img/img03/3/11/13/t_DSC01026m_936394b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/12/f_DSC01027m_825ac03.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img33" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img33.picoodle.com/img/img33/3/11/12/t_DSC01027m_825ac03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeaah :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's the last you'll hear of me before camp. Until next time, take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-3400581651725482442?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3400581651725482442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=3400581651725482442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3400581651725482442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3400581651725482442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/mad-ne-yo.html' title='Mad - Ne Yo'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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-5573322684680499521.post-5808668982997165786</id><published>2008-11-09T19:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:31:20.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love For Greek</title><content type='html'>Ignore the title of this blog - Greek made the title up for me. The content is up to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it is precisely another 8 days until camp. YEAAAAAH BABY :) This sounds stupid, but I don't know what to wear. LOL T_T, and while we're counting down days til occassions, it is also precisely another 46 days til Christmas ... I think =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over - and now the results are coming back in. So far I'm happy with all my marks except for one (GRHRKEJRB*(#$&amp;amp;(^#%Y). How did everyone else go? Comment and tell me how you went in your exams. I'd love to know how well you guys went :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shoutout to James Le, and his intelligence (I had a better one than this, but I stupidly closed that window, thus could not copy and paste that convo. Nonetheless, our young James here did not know that girls had 3 holes) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PAL08 - INNOV8 says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought girls lioke&lt;br /&gt;pissed outta their vaginas&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;when i explore a girl&lt;br /&gt;[8DAYS] mish says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;- PAL08 - INNOV8 says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont look&lt;br /&gt;for that lil hole&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;[8DAYS] mish says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;- PAL08 - INNOV8 says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;[8DAYS] mish says:&lt;br /&gt;pissed out of their vaginas&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;- PAL08 - INNOV8 says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;vaginas are very interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wrap this blog up, I apologise for no pictures - and I had new purchases as well! (I'm trying to be a good kid and not use camera, so I can take it to camp). Oh yeah, forgot to mention my camera resurrected. So my lovelies, go ace all those assignments, then we'll have a blast at camp :) (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5808668982997165786?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5808668982997165786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5808668982997165786&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5808668982997165786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5808668982997165786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-for-greek.html' title='My Love For Greek'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-1617964541292882304</id><published>2008-11-02T15:27:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:05:32.449+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"&gt;" Happiness or unhappiness is often a matter of chioce - Anonymous"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera has died. Again. :( I so hope it's okay for camp - that's if I'm even allowed to bring it :(. Now, it's just reminiscing over all the photos. Pleeaassee let my camera be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these pics :D. It's when the little ones came over for help with their Truong homework. :) And then played afterwards. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0x-C6GleI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DzQr8_dY7i0/s1600-h/DSC04608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263918481468200418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0x-C6GleI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DzQr8_dY7i0/s320/DSC04608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posers - yeah we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0wIhUmzSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z6wq3jDK8p4/s1600-h/DSC04596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263916462407863586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0wIhUmzSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z6wq3jDK8p4/s320/DSC04596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's such a cutie. I would eat her up. But I don't think I'm allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0wHiQuUvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/m71cFbq92C4/s1600-h/DSC04616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263916445480145650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0wHiQuUvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/m71cFbq92C4/s320/DSC04616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lols :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0wHmo3bcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-D9oWU9Eslg/s1600-h/DSC04617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263916446655147458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0wHmo3bcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-D9oWU9Eslg/s320/DSC04617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0vlKKERhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5NQ9K-58uFg/s1600-h/DSC04618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263915854894220818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0vlKKERhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5NQ9K-58uFg/s320/DSC04618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0vW6kvknI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TyKZEWloQ-Y/s1600-h/DSC04663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263915610192974450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0vW6kvknI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TyKZEWloQ-Y/s320/DSC04663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0u46niCWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MpIHanqekPI/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263915094808594786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0u46niCWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MpIHanqekPI/s320/DSC04672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0uiifHufI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AZaINEgip0E/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263914710373743090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0uiifHufI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AZaINEgip0E/s320/DSC04677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0uREztLEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nyRwkiFZGMw/s1600-h/DSC04680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263914410349243458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0uREztLEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nyRwkiFZGMw/s320/DSC04680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We find Catherine getting pwned in Loco Roco fascinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0t3Y4sPfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VXqFP2q_oNM/s1600-h/DSC04706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263913969062264306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0t3Y4sPfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VXqFP2q_oNM/s320/DSC04706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0tfJuEDpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zAKXjP1XvXo/s1600-h/DSC04721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263913552674295442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0tfJuEDpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zAKXjP1XvXo/s320/DSC04721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAYER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a new week. Let's make this week count. I need to save up heaps of dosh for presents. And I need to get my social life back as well. Here goes nothing. Enjoy your week everyone ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Happy 22 months to Brenda &amp;amp; Aaron (you hurt her and I kill you man), Happy 5 months to Javery &amp;amp; Chickie, and Happy Birthday Will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S.S 15 days til camp :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1617964541292882304?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1617964541292882304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1617964541292882304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1617964541292882304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1617964541292882304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-milkshake-brings-all-boys-to-yard.html' title='My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/SQ0x-C6GleI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DzQr8_dY7i0/s72-c/DSC04608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-1357611411711726325</id><published>2008-10-24T18:01:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:19:36.608+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step At A Time - Jordin Sparks</title><content type='html'>Yearlys are over. FINALLY. You know what that means don't you? That's right baby, it's vodka time (D). Cheers. And on a totally different note, here's a blog that many people won't understand (I think), but for me, it's a way of letting out some emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLuA2N0aSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gSueP2QoeOA/s1600-h/z79032078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261029013043046690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLuA2N0aSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gSueP2QoeOA/s320/z79032078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My thoughts have been killing me indeed. Although it's none of my business, I can't stop thinking about it. At first, it was mostly shock and pity. I sent my wishes to your family, and then I learned the truth yesterday. And I can't understand why. Why did you do it? Were you unhappy? Did you feel like you had no one to talk to, no where else to turn? What provoked you to do it? Did you think what kind of effect this might leave on people, especially your family? Maybe I'm just a nosy person, but then again I didn't expect this to affect me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLtZE3qDII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bIPGMgSVb_I/s1600-h/w70972331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261028329781857410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLtZE3qDII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bIPGMgSVb_I/s320/w70972331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't want to judge you, but I must criticise you. Why did you give up? Okay, so maybe it wasn't the same thing as what I'm thinking - but why didn't you just maybe, try a little harder? Or did it feel like the whole world was against you? Did it feel like you had absolutely no one at all? I'm sorry for being nosy, and I mean no disrespect whatsoever. I don't know - but then again, I don't think anyone will ever get answers. After what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLrDQaSw5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/j56XSN6texY/s1600-h/z25123723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025755899544466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLrDQaSw5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/j56XSN6texY/s320/z25123723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What did it feel like? To know what you were going to do - and to know what you were going to leave behind. Maybe you didn't know - because, you weren't entirely happy. Were you perhaps trying to run away from a problem? Did it all become too much? Were you scared? Did it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLqjZ5agqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HYBwODOOVys/s1600-h/z72911654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025208690180770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLqjZ5agqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HYBwODOOVys/s320/z72911654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the weirdest, from your experience, I've learned a lot - even if I wasn't directly affected. It made me realise a lot of things, that I won't take anything for granted. I will seize every opportunity I am offered, and I will make my own way in this world. And most of all, I will not give up. Because I still believe that you gave up. Even if it seemed like there was no hope left, that there was nothing to live for, you still gave up in the end. I hope you're okay - wherever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLqTvHiHXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c7lz0LmYiu0/s1600-h/z141045734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261024939508637042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLqTvHiHXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c7lz0LmYiu0/s320/z141045734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to be happy. I want to make others happy. And my new motive is to make the most out of every single day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-1357611411711726325?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/1357611411711726325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=1357611411711726325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1357611411711726325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/1357611411711726325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-step-at-time-jordin-sparks.html' title='One Step At A Time - Jordin Sparks'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SQLuA2N0aSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gSueP2QoeOA/s72-c/z79032078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-3447107258116825723</id><published>2008-10-16T22:00:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:42:49.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogito Ergo Sum - Descartes</title><content type='html'>Yearlys are a bitch. Studying is a whore. And nothing is getting absorbed into my brain. Good luck to everyone for their yearlys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm--DOsiwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-Av06TZWmIU/s1600-h/z151207957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258444013159877378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm--DOsiwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-Av06TZWmIU/s320/z151207957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God Damn You're Beautiful - Chester See (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for letting me know about the song Jen &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm-hOi8PmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ye5f_tnpAAg/s1600-h/2a32e533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258443517981376098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm-hOi8PmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ye5f_tnpAAg/s320/2a32e533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A recent event led to my epiphany on Wednesday. The epiphany was that life was too short to study. No, lazyness did not trigger it, but rather a recent death of a family member. So I urge everyone to make your memories, live to the fullest, make every moment count, do something crazy and wild, make someone smile, don't leave things unsaid because otherwise, you'll regret it, or it might just be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm9RuqwRYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QBsMri1kG7k/s1600-h/w67298742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258442152214545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm9RuqwRYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QBsMri1kG7k/s320/w67298742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it may not seem like much, but I love you so much. That's the best way I can put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm9EvBhhZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EuggbntdN94/s1600-h/photography-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258441928971748754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm9EvBhhZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EuggbntdN94/s320/photography-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dream big :) Allow yourself to dream, imagine, and vision all your desires and goals. And go make them happen. Because I believe in you - whoever's reading this :) (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcgkjhUfdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2LkTElXlN5M/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257706902360718802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcgkjhUfdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2LkTElXlN5M/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nine years ago, if you asked me if I liked piano, I would have answered "No" without hesitation. Today, I say that I love it. Maybe because over the years, I learnt and acknowledged, but now, it's become a part of me. And I really truly do love it. Yeah it gets hard, and I get pissed and I smash the keys, but I still love it no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcgMDqtN6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_US-IkGa7Vs/s1600-h/fashion-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257706481493292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcgMDqtN6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_US-IkGa7Vs/s320/fashion-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another ambition in life: do something in the field of fashion :) Too bad I'm a bad drawer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcgDYjPzMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/88qaV3r6bi0/s1600-h/z43567623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257706332480326850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcgDYjPzMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/88qaV3r6bi0/s320/z43567623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One for the to-do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wear a dress and go to the beach with Bryan, where he will take a photograph exactly like the picture above. Well, with the sunset behind us :) ( BRYAN YOU ROCK I LOVE YOU :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcfja8ZCCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AKTeUjQQEoA/s1600-h/Advice_From_Foil_by_ConcreteCastleL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257705783366846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPcfja8ZCCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AKTeUjQQEoA/s320/Advice_From_Foil_by_ConcreteCastleL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it's always the simple things in life we take for granted. Don't ever, ever take anything for granted. Ever. Just please don't :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-3447107258116825723?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3447107258116825723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=3447107258116825723&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3447107258116825723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/3447107258116825723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cogito-ergo-sum-descartes.html' title='Cogito Ergo Sum - Descartes'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPm--DOsiwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-Av06TZWmIU/s72-c/z151207957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6732898748172280090</id><published>2008-10-11T20:24:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:54:35.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the boogie</title><content type='html'>Hello again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the holidays are drawing to a close, and I can't believe it's gone. I did nothing. NOTHING. Karma should reward me or something for actually bothering to sit down and write some notes for yearlys. I finished History, Geography, Health, Maths, Science &amp;amp; History Minor notes. I ACTUALLY FINISHED THEM. Or to what I thought was finished, due to some missing notifications (thanks a lot teachers!) Good news is I'm pretty much just finishing up on Ag, Commerce &amp;amp; English notes. Oh, the joy I shall feel when the Yearlys are over, before the stress kicks in of anticipating my results...eh, it's just Year 9. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, updates. I got the new Nano :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPBxQVldhNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vVUGLu0Uae8/s1600-h/DSC04748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255825290627482834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPBxQVldhNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vVUGLu0Uae8/s320/DSC04748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily, it didn't turn out blue like it does on my phone &amp;amp; webcam. (It's purple incase you hadn't realised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also got a shoulder bag, but I lost the photo of it. Sorry Jasmine - I'll show it to you at school one day or something :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now here's some food for thought. When the time comes for half yearlys, a lot of people (okay, just those who are dedicated to studying, and those who frantically cram at the last minute) do put some form of effort into studying for it. But when the time comes for yearlys, no one's really bothered (exlcluding the dedicated ones). Pretty much like these holidays. Holidays are meant for us to relax, teachers! Not study! Although we can feel the anxiety of not studying, studying is just out of the question. You sit there thinking " Damn, I sholud do something...", but you don't and so you continue with gaming, MSN-ing, sleeping, eating etc. You justify yourself by saying "It's the holidays man!". Then when you are hit with the sudden realisation that the yearlys are looming just around the corner, you start to panic and stress and a whole stream of profanities escape from your mouth. You then cram as much as you can, or you just give up. And it's at that point my friends, that you think to yourself " Oh, I should have studied". You think this every single time, yet you don't do anything about it. That's okay - I'm a victim to it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While talking to my cousins, I learned the answer to something that has always been in the back of my mind. Oh yes, it has been in my mind since I was a kid. Okay, not really the answer - but you gotta admit, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN ON YOUR MIND PEOPLE. If you want to know what I'm talking about, take a look at this...okay no, just skim through if you're lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Controversies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tinky Winky&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinky Winky started a still hinted-at controversy in 1999 due to his carrying a bag that looks much like a woman's handbag (although he was first "&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Outed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outed"&gt;outed&lt;/a&gt;" by the academic and cultural critic Andy Medhurst in a letter of July 1997 to &lt;a title="The Face (magazine)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Face_(magazine)"&gt;The Face&lt;/a&gt;).He aroused the interest of &lt;a title="Jerry Falwell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Falwell"&gt;Jerry Falwell&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="1997" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt; when Fallwell alleged that the character was a "gay role model". Falwell issued an attack in his National Liberty Journal, citing a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Washington Post" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington_Post"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt; "In/Out" column which stated that homosexual comedian &lt;a title="Ellen DeGeneres" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ellen_DeGeneres"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres&lt;/a&gt; was "out" as the chief national gay representative -- while trendy Tinky Winky was "in."This has caused many &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Christians" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christians"&gt;Christians&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a title="Boycott" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boycott"&gt;boycott&lt;/a&gt; Teletubbies because it makes them think that Teletubbies support homosexuality.He is also found performing his Tinky Winky Round and Round Dance in a ballet-style tutu from time to time,which is also often worn by Laa-Laa.(Supporters of the interpretation that Tinky Winky is gay may take this as evidence)&lt;br /&gt;A February 1999 article in the National Liberty Journal, published by evangelical pastor &lt;a title="Jerry Falwell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Falwell"&gt;Jerry Falwell&lt;/a&gt;, warned parents that Tinky Winky could be a hidden &lt;a title="Homosexuality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homosexuality"&gt;homosexual&lt;/a&gt; symbol, because "he is purple, the &lt;a title="Gay pride" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay_pride"&gt;gay pride&lt;/a&gt; colour, and his antenna is shaped like a triangle, the gay pride symbol".&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies#cite_note-7"&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt; A spokesman for Itsy Bitsy Entertainment Co., who licenses the characters in the &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;, said that the bag was just a &lt;a title="Magic (paranormal)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_(paranormal)"&gt;magic&lt;/a&gt; bag. "The fact that he carries a magic bag doesn't make him a homosexual. It's a children's show, folks. To think we would be putting sexual innuendo in a children's show is kind of outlandish", he added.&lt;br /&gt;In May 2007, Polish Ombudsman for Children &lt;a title="Ewa Sowińska" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ewa_Sowi%C5%84ska"&gt;Ewa Sowińska&lt;/a&gt; revisited the matter, and planned to order an investigation.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies#cite_note-8"&gt;[9]&lt;/a&gt; She said in the &lt;a title="May 28" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_28"&gt;May 28&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2007" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; edition of &lt;a title="Poland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poland"&gt;Polish&lt;/a&gt; magazine &lt;a title="Wprost" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wprost"&gt;Wprost&lt;/a&gt; that the woman's handbag-carrying Tinky Winky could promote &lt;a title="Homosexuality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homosexuality"&gt;homosexuality&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a title="Journalist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journalist"&gt;Journalists&lt;/a&gt; from Wprost mentioned claims the Teletubbies promote homosexuality, to which Sowińska replied that she had heard of the issue. The journalists then asked about Tinky Winky. "I noticed that he has a woman's handbag, but I didn't realize he's a boy", Sowińska told the magazine in an interview her office approved before publication, adding: "Later I learned that there could be some hidden homosexual undertones." Sowińska said she would ask her office's &lt;a title="Psychologist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychologist"&gt;psychologists&lt;/a&gt; to look into the allegations "and judge whether it can be shown on public television and whether the suggested problem really exists."&lt;br /&gt;But on &lt;a title="May 30" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_30"&gt;May 30&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2007" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, Sowińska said in a public statement that she no longer suspected the Teletubbies of promoting homosexuality. She said: "The opinion of a leading &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sexologist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexologist"&gt;sexologist&lt;/a&gt;, who maintains that this series has no negative effects on a child's psychology, is perfectly credible. As a result I have decided that it is no longer necessary to seek the opinion of other psychologists."&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies#cite_note-9"&gt;[10]&lt;/a&gt; In an unrelated incident reported in 2000, a girl's Tinky Winky toy reportedly said "I got a gun". Kenn Viselman, then chairman of the Itsy Bitsy Entertainment Co., claimed the toy actually said "Again, again!", a catchphrase from the show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more please visit :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay yeah, so everyone's thought Tinky Winky's gay at some point, cos of that handbag thing he wears (LOL). But seriously, why go to such measures to see if his sexuality affects little kids? IT'S A TV SHOW FOR KIDS PEOPLE. LET THE LITTLE KIDS ENJOY THE SHOW FOR WHAT IT IS. LET THEM ENJOY THE SUCKING VACUUM MACHINE AND THAT CUSTARD THING THEY EAT. :) And if Tinky Winky's homosexual, good for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to end this blog, a shout out to Greek (WEEBOLLABOLLA), and so I leave you with this picture that Jasmine so kindly drew for me and left in my pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPBxEMZ6L6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EC6yyWijIEs/s1600-h/DSC04257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255825082004680610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPBxEMZ6L6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EC6yyWijIEs/s320/DSC04257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHY SO SERIOUS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6732898748172280090?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6732898748172280090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6732898748172280090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6732898748172280090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6732898748172280090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/blame-it-on-boogie.html' title='Blame it on the boogie'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SPBxQVldhNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vVUGLu0Uae8/s72-c/DSC04748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-5426959982448875393</id><published>2008-09-29T17:39:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:08:14.309+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock It, Frock It, Feel It, Flaunt It</title><content type='html'>Hey babies (L),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays has begun. Allow me to say WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YEAAAAHHHHHH :D. I apologise for swearing. But seriously, the holidays are pretty awesome. But then soon enough, boredom gets to you and you wish you were at school. So I don't know, just trying to enjoy the holidays for what it is right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not here for long, just to update on some stuff. Talking to Hieu, apparently Norris said that daygos won the Daygo vs. Boarder match. SO TAKE THAT BOARDERS. &lt;b&gt;DAYGO DOMINATION&lt;/b&gt;. Also, visit this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=WMNcDvAA6q8"&gt;http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=WMNcDvAA6q8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurlstone Daygo Promo 2008 - comment while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the Year 12s for yo HSC :) You shall be missed. Too bad most of you can't read this - but I did message you on your Facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New addition to the wardrobe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCKCmqKB0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sVutGFcLQJI/s1600-h/DSC04308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251348942855735106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCKCmqKB0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sVutGFcLQJI/s320/DSC04308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay Jays - $29.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Possible dress for Jade's upcoming wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCJ4xWG8KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pB-kHMFrX3M/s1600-h/DSC04314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251348773925744802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCJ4xWG8KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pB-kHMFrX3M/s320/DSC04314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCJnMshqYI/AAAAAAAAADw/dQF0rIBTvs0/s1600-h/DSC04316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251348472029882754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCJnMshqYI/AAAAAAAAADw/dQF0rIBTvs0/s320/DSC04316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder if this is good? The dress with the little jacket? Tell me your thoughts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Might be out for a while guys - yearlies coming up so yeah, we'll see how we go. Until the next post, take care (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5426959982448875393?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5426959982448875393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5426959982448875393&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5426959982448875393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5426959982448875393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-it-frock-it-feel-it-flaunt-it.html' title='Rock It, Frock It, Feel It, Flaunt It'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SOCKCmqKB0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sVutGFcLQJI/s72-c/DSC04308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-8510515816887669108</id><published>2008-09-20T10:51:00.027+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:56:31.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the smiles &amp; laughs &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Listening to: LED ZEPPELIN - IMMIGRANT SONG&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day/week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"&gt;" There is no point in being miserable on a beautiful day - it'd be a waste to be miserable." - Kale Munien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something along the same lines. I wish I knew what the quote was word for word. The impact would have been more significant. Ohwell, you guys get the gist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to share some wonderful news with you guys, I got 85% for the Science Skills Test. ME. SCIENCE. 85%. SCIENCE. ME. !!! Amazing...so there's still hope for me in the field of Science :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last week has been quite a rollercoaster, but I got there in the end, and now everything is awesome again. I have many people to thank (in no order) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brendan, Steven, Jeff, Kale, Tri, Karen, Lizzie, Jasmine, Jenny, Courtney, Sherman, Sophie, Jennifer, Greek, Victor, Donald - thank you so much for listening to me, and being there for me. You guys rock my jocks :)&lt;/i&gt; (hope I haven't forgotten anyone. I'm super sorry if I did - please message me so I can mention you :]) My friends officially are THE BEST. &lt;b&gt;THE BEST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a few weeks left until yearlies ( to be precise, I think it's ... 4 weeks counting this week ), and it so happens to conveniently be on the second week of next term, thus providing students the opportunity to study in the holidays. Come on man ! No one studies in the holidays ! Well, at least no one WANTS to, or TRIES to but fails (unless you're like super dedicated - I envy you people :[). I am scared right now because we haven't gotten our yearly timetable yet, or notifications for like majority of our subjects. Sounds like a phail already (get it Lizzie? get it? nevermind.. LOL) But I really really really really really really really want to do well for yearlys, so this holidays is pretty much dedicated to making notes, and cramming as much as possible. I will try my best to study in the holidays - but don't worry, I'll still go out and about :) Hopefully :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naplan results arrived in my letter box today with the Hurlstone newsletter or something that I don't read. Did really well :) lols - have a look yourself haha LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdp9Ccd9XI/AAAAAAAAADg/da1k0FSyMOw/s1600-h/DSC04221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248780388072813938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdp9Ccd9XI/AAAAAAAAADg/da1k0FSyMOw/s320/DSC04221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpw-P9StI/AAAAAAAAADY/cWL6opw148E/s1600-h/DSC04220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248780180788169426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpw-P9StI/AAAAAAAAADY/cWL6opw148E/s320/DSC04220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL AT THE READING ONE HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And to end this blog, I shall leave you with pictures of my webcamming experience with Jasmine &lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpg9yk6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eA8qOxs2mzo/s1600-h/TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248779905787029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpg9yk6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eA8qOxs2mzo/s320/TB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love each other long time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpVtIapyI/AAAAAAAAADI/nt-P-bb1yKk/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248779712336668450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpVtIapyI/AAAAAAAAADI/nt-P-bb1yKk/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My life without Jasmine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpQeNASPI/AAAAAAAAADA/WkL9OlnwwKw/s1600-h/teehee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248779622430034162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdpQeNASPI/AAAAAAAAADA/WkL9OlnwwKw/s320/teehee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay yeah, we're just bored luvos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-8510515816887669108?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/8510515816887669108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=8510515816887669108&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8510515816887669108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/8510515816887669108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-all-smiles-laughs-3.html' title='For all the smiles &amp; laughs &lt;3'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SNdp9Ccd9XI/AAAAAAAAADg/da1k0FSyMOw/s72-c/DSC04221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-4738213322809566604</id><published>2008-09-16T21:22:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:44:46.814+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up, I wanna be a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SM-aARKGXII/AAAAAAAAABw/gjvG6AKqlaw/s1600-h/z114647972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246581420306357378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SM-aARKGXII/AAAAAAAAABw/gjvG6AKqlaw/s320/z114647972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The human race is made up of males and females. Both species have pros and cons, but until you've lived a full life being both separately (KEYWORD: SEPARATELY), whether in your past life or future life etc. so on and so forth, (no, this does not include those who had a sex change - I'm sorry, but you don't count) you can't really tell which is better than the other. Technically though, we desire to believe that both males and females are equal - but somehow, we're not. We're just made to suit each other. So what better way to find out who is indeed superior to the other by making a tally? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEMALES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- have boobs (whether this is a pro or a con, I'm not sure - so I'll stick it here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we are able to express our emotions to whatever extent desired, without fearing of looking "pussy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- at least we don't have a thing in between our legs (honestly, how do you guys walk...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- if something's bugging our girlfriend, we hear them out and support them &amp;amp; vice versa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we like sharing :) &amp;amp; we're caring ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we can get extremely bitchy ( and I mean, REALLY REALLY BITCHY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we get periods (like, just ew...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we hold grudges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we judge really quickly without much consideration of anything else besides the image presented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we can be picky, indecisive creatures, and this may lead to relationship breakdowns e.g. boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MALES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- life is pretty simple: eat, sleep, study (if necessary), go out, do whatever the shiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- when it comes to love, there is no stopping them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- express their opinions quite openly - no secrets = no bitching ( GOOD JOB BOYS ! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- having a penis, cos it gives us girls the advantage of being able to threaten them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pretty light-hearted creatures, cos they joke around with their mates and really don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- they are pressured to look masculine, macho &amp;amp; manly ( GRRRRRR LOOK AT MY GUNS BABY )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- can be complete dickheads ( emphasis: COMPLETE DICKHEADS )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- can be utterly oblivious to females and their feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- they are not expected to be sensitive or to have any depth, because they will be labelled as "pussy", "fag" etc. so on and so forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- their ability to understand the female is horrific e.g. expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with all that in mind (and there is much more than just those listed), the tally seems to be even. For the femals, 5 for the pros &amp;amp; cons; for the males, also 5 for the pros &amp;amp; cons. Oooooooooh, so there's no superior gender after all....OR IS THERE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-4738213322809566604?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/4738213322809566604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=4738213322809566604&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4738213322809566604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/4738213322809566604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-boy.html' title='When I grow up, I wanna be a boy'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SM-aARKGXII/AAAAAAAAABw/gjvG6AKqlaw/s72-c/z114647972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-772909081478648108</id><published>2008-09-13T20:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:25:38.172+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING HOT HOT HOT (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SMudpdsKhBI/AAAAAAAAABg/RBcAUSTvoTI/s1600-h/2210d85111c25848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245459526673138706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SMudpdsKhBI/AAAAAAAAABg/RBcAUSTvoTI/s320/2210d85111c25848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, was a replica of a typical hot summer day, and I loved it - except when it got too hot. But you gotta admit, feeling the sunshine on your skin again is so fucking awesome. The opportunity to wear shorts today was presented, yet I chose to wear jeans. GG to me. This summer shall consist of:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ice cream, shorts, sunnies, beach, shopping, being lazier, luvoing, bonding time in the shade, plenty of sunshine, sexytime and loads of laughter - all to be done with none other than the FRIENDS (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So since talking to Jasmine ( I LOVE YOU JASMINAAAAAAA :D ) about certain stuff, I have come up with the conclusion that I shall transfer to another dimension of blogging (yes Lizzie, this is POSSIBLE ;] ). Shall reveal details soon &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-772909081478648108?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/772909081478648108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=772909081478648108&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/772909081478648108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/772909081478648108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-hot-hot-hot-8.html' title='FEELING HOT HOT HOT (8)'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SMudpdsKhBI/AAAAAAAAABg/RBcAUSTvoTI/s72-c/2210d85111c25848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-5473496153759534651</id><published>2008-09-10T17:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:02:05.952+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I HEARD FROM !@#$ WHO HEARD FROM %^&amp;=...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SMdyeCoIKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/WOA9MNYJEGY/s1600-h/q151760976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244286151523052098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7IembQic_9A/SMdyeCoIKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/WOA9MNYJEGY/s400/q151760976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, some shizzle is happenin' in Switzerland, where them scientists are going to re-create the big bang to learn more about how our universe began. Interesting, yeah. Maybe curiosity got the better of them, because it could end the world, if like something stuffs up...I think?. END OF THE WORLD PEOPLE. According to Tanya, if it goes wrong, then we'll all get sucked into a black hole, and die. Instant death. Typing this up, I'm trying to think of the reason why I haven't heard of this project the Switzerland people were establishing until today... So if we die, it's Switzerland's scientists' fault. PARTY MY PLACE EVERYONE :D &lt;p&gt;brendan and liz. &lt;3&gt;This convo sums it up right there. So people from Switzerland, if you're reading - STOP RE-CREATING THE BIG BANG. INNOCENT PEOPLE DO NOT WANT TO DIE. Plus, I haven't had the chance to go clubbing and partying yet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time babies (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-5473496153759534651?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/5473496153759534651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=5473496153759534651&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5473496153759534651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/5473496153759534651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-heard-from-who-heard-from.html' title='SO I HEARD FROM !@#$ WHO HEARD FROM %^&amp;=...'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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/_7IembQic_9A/SMdyeCoIKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/WOA9MNYJEGY/s72-c/q151760976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-6572078999803676010</id><published>2008-09-07T20:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:10:58.222+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AND LIKE YOU KNOW...</title><content type='html'>So I've been playing around with my blog, and I still can't really find a layout I want. All I can find are TB looking skins and layouts. I don't mind this template though - not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, same typical Sunday. Ooh - except I got to visit the little kiddees today :) (the cousins&lt;3). Came over there to help Christine &amp;amp; Brandon with Truong homework (poor souls). While using my expertise in assisting them with the topic of "Directed Numbers/Number Plane" (oh, what I wouldn't give to be learning a Year 6 topic again), the littlest addition to the family, Wendy (a 3 year old .. 4? .. no definitely 3) surprised me. Here's how that went ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mish: Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she responded with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: I like your hair! Who does your hair? I wanna go there! (THIS IS NO JOKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing kid that Wendy is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the teaching was done, the kids &amp;amp; I mainly played games - with which both Helen (eldest of the 5 girls) and I are greeted with "OMG GET UP YOU GUYS, WE WANNA SEE HOW TALL YOU ARE AND HOW YOU'RE DOING IN GROWING" in Viet by the 3 mums of the 3 families. This happens every single time. Every. Single. Time. Like seriously, what's so interesting about two adolescent females going through hormonal changes anyway? Maybe they're just excited about having two kids going through the journey through to adulthood (DUN DUN DUNNNNN), cos the last time they saw the two other 20-ish year old boys was like a while - since all they do now is party, work, party, party, party, sleep, party. I can't wait to go clubbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my life probably bores you readers (if any? hopefully :D). Shall blog something more interesting next time babies (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-6572078999803676010?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/6572078999803676010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=6572078999803676010&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6572078999803676010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/6572078999803676010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-like-you-know.html' title='AND LIKE YOU KNOW...'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5573322684680499521.post-9186879523037604070</id><published>2008-08-27T21:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:37:31.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>I SHALL TRANSFORM THIS BORING PIECE OF JUNK INTO SOMETHING WORTH READING :D&lt;br /&gt;SOON&lt;br /&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5573322684680499521-9186879523037604070?l=mish-xoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/9186879523037604070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5573322684680499521&amp;postID=9186879523037604070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9186879523037604070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5573322684680499521/posts/default/9186879523037604070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mish-xoxo.blogspot.com/2008/08/under-construction.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>MISH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06395419526480883361</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></feed>
