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You guys. ♥</title><content type='html'>WELCOME TO THE MOST EPIC WEEKEND SO FAR. AND IT ISN'T EVEN SUNDAY YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay. Okay. So it started on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; I randomly decided to crash Spotswood and see everyone in their Year 13 glory. Wow are we all growing up! :3 Twas pretty awkward at first though since I had no idea where everyone was, so I just hung outside the music block (since it was the only place I had seen before, apart from the gym) until Matthew came and showed me to the Year 13 common room, in where there was Sheryl, Jacob, Callan and Martin playing mancala on this tiny crappy broken table. It was awesome. Jacob was just fatting in the nice big loungy chair, Sheryl was wearing a nice white collared blouse and a black skirt, Martin didn't actually have study in that line but just ditched maths or something and was wearing a red shirt, Callan was sitting, being a nana as always... it was awesome. I was in my old orangy hobo dress (whoo!). I sat down and played a very noobish game of mancala against I think Matthew? IDK. NO NO WAIT. It was against Ben. OH RIGHT AND BEN WAS THERE YES. He had his awesome "POMMINATOR" shirt on. And he was composing music by drawing random symnols and pictures on some refill. Epic. And he was noob too. That's why I won - I was noob but so was he. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and so we pretty much just sat there for what an hour and a half (I came second spell, in which everyone had study, and then we just stayed there through interval). And we were basically just having this massive epic tournament of mancala. And Matt whipped out the BSG soundtrack and we watched the mancala tournament to Bear McCreay's EPIC EPICNESS ("The Card Game" was the track we started off with; fuck yeah). And he showed me some Dr Steel later (note to self must look that shit up.) There were a lot of familar faces there too. It was seriously Devon, but grown up. Man, makes me wish I went to Spotty. Haha and I saw Ruby there - apparently she moved to Spotty for Year 13. A surprising amount of people picked up that I wasn't supposed to be there and were giving me funny looks. Haha. Oh and Julian dropped in as well! For like a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rings and spell three starts. Matthew goes to have Year 13 Classics in a Year 12 Classics class (shaaame :P) and people disappear; etc etc. Ben and Martin are still there. And OMG I see Lisa just sitting there near the wall, with long blonde hair now. Haven't seen here since.. Devon? Westown?! Damn. So we have a quick catch up. And then boredom sets in so I whip out my deck of cards and perform my One And Only Magic Trick on Ben and it was coole XD. Then we start playing asshole with Ben, Brunette Girl, Lisa, Leo, Anthony, and Martin. Leo had a blue polo shirt on and glasses and kept playing like a slut (3, 4, ACE!), which for some reason made me respect him more. Haha. Brunette Girl and Lisa won and I think I was neutral, then vice arsehole, then arsehole. EHE. It was awesome nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period and everyone I know is off to class. I decide to walk down to the bakery and get a masrhmellow thingy and a can of Sprite zero. Wandered around the streets for literally 45mins before walking back to the bakery to buy a chocolate sponge cake for everyone. And went next door to Blagdon Four Square to get a packet of SHORTBREAD for Yannick! YHEY! And I needed a knife to cut the cake but they only sold knives in packets of like seven, but it was just 70 cents so I bought a whole packet XD. Walked back to Spotty and we all had lunch outside the common room on the slightly vomit-smelling grass and had cake for lunch. Everyone was there. Yannick was pleased to see the shortbread methinks! and Matthew and Callan built a little tent thing with three knives and jacob's gladware lid. And then he sprinkled some grass over a slice of the cake and ate most of it. Choked on some grass at the end so left a bite. Much lulz around. Happiness. This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spell and Callan was the only one with the study. So we just kinda wandered around. I went to the toilet. And then we almost went into the library and Martin shows up. He was looking for a physics teacher or something? IDK. So then we walked inside the library because I wanted to see it. It was quite a bit smaller than the girls' high library, but it was a) very well air-conditioned, and b) SILENT AS A DEAD FLECK OF DUST. Looked around. "Okay I'm over this place let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the common room and Martin told us this weird riddle Tiffany told him. Okay, so you've got two rooms. One has three switches, and one has three lightbulbs. There is no way of communication between these two rooms. The three light switches in one room each turn on a lightbulb in the other room. You don't know which turns on which. What's the minimum number of trips between one room to the other can you make to determine which switch turns on which bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was one. But none of us had any clue how. So after a while of random pondering we gave up and Martin gave out some more riddles, which I think we all got. One was one about a king who set up a race for his two sons, and was like "whoever's camel crosses the finish line last wins". So they start slow, but then stop for a break and visit a wiseman. Because that's in the rules that youre allowed to - apparently. And then after that they both jump on and race off to the finish line. Question: what did the wiseman tell them? The answer is, of course, that they just switched camels. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now the bell rings and Martin Matthew Jacob and Sheryl have cleaning. I decide to just JI and go clean the library with Jacob. It. Was. Ridiculously. Easy. We ended up finished I think 40 mins early and just sat there talking about BSG. Frak yeah. After the hour was up Martin and Matthew came and JI'd and we deicde to just walk to Matthew's. We went to the diary first though and all bought ice creams 'cause it's summer and it was bloody HOT. Jacob's still got his car so he walks back to drive it, while Matt and Martin and I start walking to Matthew's house. We're nearly there and Jacob drives past, honks the horn and gives us a lift the rest of the way there. HILL! Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Matthews and have some blueberry smoothie that his mum made. It was nice. Yar. and we just sit there and talk. And then Jacob went home so we just watched an ep of BSG. It was Exodus Pt 2 I think - the one where Adama drops a frakking battlestar onto the planet! Fuck. Yes. Afterwards we were just like, let's have a movie night, so Deb packs some dinner for Martin and Matt and we go to my place, eat dinner on the lawn and walk down to the beach. Martin got reaaal dizzy spinning on those spinny things. He was still dizzy the next morning haha. My sister and I run down to the ocean to play in the water. Matt sits down and gets damp. He starts drawing Avatar-esque symbols in the sand. We deicde to go back, and stop by the showers to wash our feet. Martin toys with this button and all of the sudden this massive stream of water rains down and he gets his back wet D: rofl. That happened to my sister too. We arrive back at my place and start watching Razor, but we didn't finish it DD: haha it was pretty epic though, the spontenaeity of it all. It rocked my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Friday,&lt;/span&gt; the Spotty people had school, but there were as many study spells so I didn't bother to go (HEY. IT'S 6.4KM FROM HERE TO THERE, MMKAY?). But since it was Friday we felt like doing something, so after school Jacob texts everyone: "Ok meet at my house at 5 30 tonight and we will swim/go into town and eat". And so we did! Matthew, Martin and I were the only ones who turned up, but it was epic nonetheless. Watched the miniseries of BSG while waiting for people to show up. We swam for a while, which was really nice since it was so hot. I think this was about when Yannick turned up from work. Turns out he got the rest of the weekend off! YAY. FINALLY. NO MORE MONEY WHORING FOR YANNICK &lt;3 spontinaeity =" WIN."&gt; Irish -&gt; Jamaican -&gt; Indian. Yeah. And on the landing we all just started talking in Yannick's aweosme English accent. And Matthew kept defaulting to it; it was so funny. Even when we were trying to do American accents and Texan accents, Matthew kept defaulting back to Yannick. (I mean, English. But yknow, Yannick's accent &gt; English accent. Fo sho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and this is also the time when Yannick decided to ninja across the bar at the front of the stage. It really freaked me out for some reason, like how I was really freaked out when Julian was pretending to drown during 48HOURS 2009 ("drip"), and I couldn't tell if he was actually drowning or not. Although, now that I think about it, me worrying over Yannick's ninjaing was kinda out of place. He was fine lol. IDK. I was high on LOOOIFE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg - we're just about to leave when we SPOT THE TROLLEY AGAIN! It's awesome - it was still there so we played with it some more. Then I think they started to trap me in it and Matt trapped himself in it and yannick and matt were flipping it over and stuff. Ehe. Went back to Jacob's. Watched some BSG. Two episodes, I think. Yeah, we started getting bored of it and started talking about our NCEA papers, since everyone just got them back (that reminds me - I STILL haven't got mine back yet. Herm. Note to self to ask mum tomorrow.). Random convo about how the new marking system sucks, how English was, how in Bio they underlined all this stuff that was right but gave you an N anyway... haha. I guess in the midst of all this awesomeness school still existed. That's kind of a comforting thought. We're still students. We're still kids :D Yannick had to go home since his mum needed the van for work tomorrow. We went to sleep. There was this annoying ticking though - three clicks and silence. Then three clicks and silence. It was pissing me off. So Martin and I got up and investigated the origin of the mysterious clicking noise, while Matt just randomly got up and sat outside and meditated for a while. It woke up Jacob's mum. And we did shadow puppets that ate Matthew. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY MORNING--&lt;/span&gt; Kept waking in and out of consciousness. I don't remember much from that morning, cept that I realised Yannick was there, out of nowhere. Yannick and Jacob had their laptops out and were playing a game of some sorts. I remember they were trying to LAN it up, but couldn't. We had at awesome breakfast at like 10-- Jacob's mum brought out all this nice stuff: muesli, yoghurt, blueberries, apricots, cranberry juice, weetbix, milk, etc etc. Insert hardcore conversation about the awesomeness of retro games and gaming in general, most of which I did not understant at all. I should get into gaming, though I have a feeling I probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast Yannick and Jacob got back on the laptops and gamed Age of Empires. Man, that game has some great graphics. Jacob was all pro and controlled the season first. Won it in like half the time it too Yannick, who really did love his settlers :P (and Petards, fuck yeah) (no wait - that was Matthew. Ah, screw it, we all loved the Petards.) Jacob went on Dota (whatever that is). Then we took a shower and headed out into town for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I was a dunce and for some reason brought my whole bag with me, so I ran back while the guys waited at the cube. On my way back to them I ran into Simon Mace, with these other randoms who just so happened to claim that the exact same trolley we found yesterday was "their trolley". Pfft. Whatever. (This was all while Matt Yannick and Jacob were taking rides in it again) Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at Center City first for some sushi and this weird rice and meat thing wrapped in a banana leaf. I'm still not 100% sure what that exactly was, but man did it taste good. Then we wandered all the way across the road to Starbucks (STARBUCK!), got some coffees and texted everyone else to come JI. Nana, of course, was all, "No I don't think so, I probably wont even get a coffee anyway". And so we're all wtf man, not this again, and he's like, "what do you want from me?!". Haha. So Jacob just does a Jacob and insults him and FOR SOME REASON IT WORKS, CALLAN DECIDES TO COME. And THAT's when we all realise, crap, we don't actually want him to come in the first place! Rofl. Oh man, we're such horrible people. I think Jacob commented some time too that we actually ruined Anthony's life, and we all just started cracking up. Oh, man, I'm going to hell. At least all my friends will be there with me :D Louise showed up too, which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Starbucks we went onto the foreshore and spotted the Wind Wanderers. And after time and time again of seeing those and remarking, "man, we should really get one of those sometime", this time, WE DID. And yes, it was awesome. (Haha, it's pretty funny. I kept on hitting my kneecaps on the bar things while I was pedalling, so now I have two matchy bruises on my kneecaps. Evidence of this awesome memory, yesh yesh :D) I started off with Jacob, Matthew and Yannick on the cool cart (i.e. the one that didn't have a flat tire), while Louise Callan and Martin were in the other one. We only had 20 mins with the thing so we raced out way to East End and raced all the way back. On the way we saw THE TROLLEY again, this time being ridden by some other random teens. Kudos to whoever thieved it in the first place - that trolley reall is making the rounds here and contributing to fun in general. Whoo! Hi fived some randoms too along with Jacob - as awesome as always. When we got to East End I switched carts since Louise had to go home D: Man, that flat tire really was a bitch! And Martin injured his shin and/or his ankle / his leg in general, but in the end we managed to do this ninja, kickass overtake but cutting through the grass! AND WITH LESS THAN 10 METRES TO GO THEY PASS US AGAIN. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUu but yeah that was aweosme :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pedalling hardcore for all that time we decided to go back to Jacob's and just hop into the pool again, which, Ill have you know, was HEAVENLY after that workout. (Yes, it counts as a workout. We're not that fit, yaknow.) Matthew for some reason wouldn't come in, even though we managed to soak his jeans. Oh and Martin and I had an arm wrestle, and he won! Dammit, all these guys are growing up. It's like 5.15pm now, and we've all had enough of the pool. We get up and we're like, so what shall we have for dinner tonight? Someone suggests McDonalds again, which, of course, instantly gets shot down. Then Jacob's all, hey - let's go to an ~actual resturant~! Yannick: "With fancy clothes!" Me:" FANCYYY!!!!" So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the spot&lt;/span&gt;, just like that, we decide to go to a fancy resturant. WHOO. Jacob starts throwing out resturant suggestions, and I think it was pretty quickly decided that we were going to go to Pankawalla, this Indian resturant. I rang them and booked a table for seven, and evey one ditches and meets at Jacob's at 7. Mother was being annoying again so I ended up meeting everyone at the actual resturant, and DAMN did everyone look fine. Not to be creepy or anything, but holy shit, my friends clean up good. (Um, photography folio, any one?) Oh and Sheryl's here too! w0000t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in, and SHIT MY BALLS it's fancy. The tables are all shiny and the servettes are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;linen&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. This awesome fancy waiter guy shows us to our table for seven, which is at the back of the resturant, to the right. It's so awesome cause the wall was just lined with this cough-like seating, and there was a sword and a shield hanging up near out table. I wish so badly that there were photos to look at. Everyone looked so good. Jacob was in a tshirt and shorts with a collared shirt over the top, Martin was in that black-green dress shirt he wore to that scholarship concert thing, Sheryl was wearing a black lacey-ish top and a black skirt, Yannick was in a blackish dress shirt and his badass sunglasses (THAT HE WHIPPED OFF IN A VERY BADASS FASHION LATER ON HOLY FFFFF THAT WAS COOL), Matthew was in a nice dark shirt and new dark jeans, and I was wearing my white dress I bought at Auckland. Is it weird to say this again - that I think all of my friends are really, really good looking? 'Cause damn. I was dead from the pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we started eating Matthew did a really sweet toast, which makes me so sad and DAMMIT now I don't want to leave. Words cannot describe how much I respect, admire and adore these people. They really are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this random flaky, floury light thing made of chickpeas (apparently) and some fried onion rings for our entree (which was delicious, yum), and Matthew and I had ordered Mango Chicken for our main. Jacob ordered the Butter Chicken, Martin ordered this dark red stuff that kind of looked like vindaloo, Sheryl ordered the hottest main out of all of us (and that's saying something in an Indian resturant!), and I'm not sure what Yannick ordered - he was too far away D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man was that filling. I think I barely had half of it before stopping for a digestive break. Hee - while eating we were talking about our fantasy house, and how awesome it would be if we all just lived together. (AND YES. IT WOULD BE AWESOME.) Some of the things we came up with--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starfish shaped house from bird's eye view - with central common rooms that branch off into our own lairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Main central structure is just a watchtower with a winding staircase that splits off into different pathways at each "arm" of the starfish - leading you to different places in the building. The handlebars on the staircases are wide enough and built for you to just sit on and slide down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lounge is just a circular room with a semicircle couch spanning one side and a massive tv on the other wall. In the centre of the room is a fireplace that's built &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into the ground&lt;/span&gt;, so we can toast marshmellows / barbeque stuff as well. The ceiling can double as a skylight and can also be removed to serve as a chimney for the fireplace. Oh, and we need a kickass sound system. With a subwoofer that makes the walls shake. Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a balcony that goes all around the top of the main tower (because yes, there will be other towers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a sleeping room that's just filled with cushions and bean bags. So we can have a sleepover any time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kitchen will have our very own sushi ninja. This may or may not just end up being Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will be an entire room filled with playpen balls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole house can be connected with elaborate labrynth of tunnels and/or slides and/or flying foxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The intra-house communications systems will either be via those awesome phones on the battlestars in BSG, or via tracks and chutes like the mail system in the Earth Kingdom on Avatar: The Last Airbender &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will be an astronomy observatory room, with 360 degree views and telescopes and stuff :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personalised lairs. No, not bedrooms. We already have a sleeping room. No-- lairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob bags'd a basement. Matthew bags'd a tower. I bags a room with lots of wall space that I can just PAINT on. Doodle. Whatevs. Who else wants what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Omg. We need a gadgets room. Like spies have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Archery range plz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recording and mixing studio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pro, formal meeting rooms with large swively office chairs so you can wait for someone to walk in with your back turned to them and then swivel around and say, "I've been expecting you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moat that doubles as our swimming pool/river around the outside of the building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And hey - we won't be complaining if it just so happens our house turns out to be a basestar either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I forget the rest, but I'm sure there was more. Even more epic stuff, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to, but I just couldn't finish my main. I had ONE LICK of Jacob's butter chicken and I swear it filled me just as much as half of my mango chicken. Godsdamn. After resting a while we ordered out deserts - Sheryl got the FRIED ICE CREAM (ffff yes), Matt got the mango yoghurt ice cream while the rest of us just got these mango-yoghurt drinks. They were even harder to finish off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast ended and we went to pay the bill and FUCK YEAH. $220 ON DINNER. DINNER ALONE. FUCK YES, WE ARE SO HARDCORE RIGHT NOW. We all hi-fived each other while paying the bill. IT WAS JUST THAT EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out the restuarant, feeling VRY VRY SRS BZNS AND FUCK YEAH WE GAVE EACH OTHER ANOTHER ROUND OF HI FIVES AGAIN. Oh, man. Fuck. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on we walked very, veerry slowly back to Jacob's, since we were all so dangerously full. We stopped at the cube and were so surprised at the sheer amount of stuff we did in the recent days - and the weekend wasn't even over yet! Damn. Spontaneousness for the mother frakking win. I think this is when we're all fully and completely wasted - Jacob's just lying on the ropes, Matthew's draped over the cube, Martin's having a sit-down, I'm wandering off in a daze; we're all humming to ourselves... and Yannick is off ninjaring somewhere. WTF. He's perfectly fine?! That fit freak! What a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofl - I had to go to the bathroom here, at the one in that carpark. Walked over there and there were all these douchebag gangsters in cars yelling out "SHOW US YOUR TITS" Rofl, I had to try hard not to crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're walking back Yannick, Jacob and Matt somehow got way ahead of Martin and I, and when we caught up, Yannick was lying on the floor, Jacob was crouched over on the floor vomitting, and Matthew was just laughing his fucking face off. W. T. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out Matthew was making spewing noises, and the Jacob followed that up with real spewing - hurling up pretty much all of his dinner. He made two piles and ROFL two random passer bys walked past - we must've looked like such drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - Yannick was just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a substatial pile of vomit, Jacob picked himself up and was just, "alright now, let's leave." LOL. What a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Jacob's house (it seems almost like an HQ for us these days) and proceeded to have THE most sickest, filthiest and fucked up conversation I ever had. And I'm a pretty fucked in the head person so I'll have you know this was PRETTY WEIRD. Alright so we keep talking about our dream house, talking about all the awesome features we want, and then all of the sudden Matthew's like, "AND THEN SOMEONE SHITS ON IT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTANT LULZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed up with vomitting noises, and then moar lulz. Then, every new feature we come up with for the house afterwards is followed by the phrase "AND THEN SOMEONE SHITS ON IT", vomitting sounds and masses of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get me wrong. I'll have you know I found this to be funnier than anyone else. I think we were just so wasted and stoned without the alcohol and drugs.. whoo! I don't even know what to type anymore. We somehow got onto the subject of a new genre of music where live concerts is just shitting and vomitting at the audience. Um. Yeah. It gets worse, but Imma refrain from typing anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the point when we realised just how out of it we were. Called it a night. Came home. And this was still just 11.30pm Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was six hours ago. We've still got today left! I better go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends. Are. Frakking. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-2578849116940547143?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/2578849116940547143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/2578849116940547143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-guys-you-guys.html' title='You guys. You guys. ♥'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959152279344576102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUJo2lCBW2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zkL5_oxOPyI/S220/8533693.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-7838932945543122201</id><published>2009-09-29T04:10:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T04:14:17.707+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Sealing the Time Capsule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://we-wish.tumblr.com/"&gt;... And breaking open a new one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the past I kiss thee goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-7838932945543122201?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/7838932945543122201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/7838932945543122201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2009/09/sealing-time-capsule.html' title='Sealing the Time Capsule.'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959152279344576102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUJo2lCBW2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zkL5_oxOPyI/S220/8533693.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-850484952725291283</id><published>2009-05-17T03:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:14:49.604+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='48hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RRRFOFES'/><title type='text'>48HOURS 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Oh the lack-of-time! The craziness! The abundance of bagel crisps and V! A quick run through of what happened this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM ELEMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;Prop - a rock&lt;br /&gt;Line - "It doesn't fit"&lt;br /&gt;Character - Alex Puddle, an exaggerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY &lt;br /&gt;6pm - everyone meets at HQ. There is much chatter and building excitement as the whole team gets together. WE RECEIVE OUR CRATE OF V AND BOX OF 60 BAGEL CRISPS. MUCH EXCITEMENT OVER FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;7pm - I obsessively click at the 'refresh' button on my email... NO GENRE YET WHAT WHAT&lt;br /&gt;7.01pm - panic. F5! F5! F5!&lt;br /&gt;7.15pm - WE RECEIVE THE EMAIL. Phew. *wipes forehead* Check phone - we got genre number 5. Go down the list... family.. horror.. romance... 5. The M Night Shyamalan Big Twist Movie. What. The. Hell. GOOGLE TO THE RESCUE.&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of panic and some googling around, we find that M Night is a director (he did the village, the others, lady in the water, etc). Our genre was a director. I didn't even know that was possible!&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm - group brainstorm. For about 1.5 hours "Alex Puddle" was an actual puddle. :)&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm - we try to get everyone to bugger off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm - everyone buggers off to sleep, Scriptwriter and me (and our editor for some reason?) starts to churn out a script. First thing we wrote was the end, then the beginning, and by&lt;br /&gt;2am - we're all wasted and we have no middle. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;5am - editor and scriptwriter are dead and I finish the script and start on storyboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;7am - call time for everyone - we all meet at HQ. I wake up with my shots list (storyboarding) not beside my bed and has a small heart attack..&lt;br /&gt;8am - arrive on location with full crew + unneeded actors but shoot anyway (company is good :D)&lt;br /&gt;12ish - team leader assigns a person who watched over me and made me eat. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;3pm - a message from a very pissed off editor: NOTHING WORKS. Apparently the shots were all crap. Dammit. Have to redo them...&lt;br /&gt;8pm - phone call from editor - he wants us to change the ending! Cast and crew are all knackered and we've only filmed half the four-page script. I pull rank and tell him thanks but no thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm - Shit. Still not done. We decide to call it a day and do pickups tomorrow morning (FIRST TIME WE'VE EVER HAD TO DO PICKUPS. THIS MADE ME PANIC.)&lt;br /&gt;10-2am - back at HQ, editing. Foley artists and composer busy working their magic.&lt;br /&gt;went to bed sometime around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;7am - call time again for our poor cast and crew. We hurriedly rush over to the location to do pickups while our editor edits what he can (which is not a lot), Foley and composer is hard at work and sound design brainstorms a lot of ideas on his machine.&lt;br /&gt;10.30 - pick ups finished - we probably got more done in these three hours than we did the whole of Saturday. Note to oneself: do not have unneeded cast and crew present while filming.&lt;br /&gt;11-4ish - more editing. A lot of disputes between me and the poor editor. He didn't like the random flashes and quick montages :/ Me being a bossy control freak took over editing on numerous occasions. Apologies to our editor :( We were supposed to to have had two rough outputs by now too, but our producer this year was off doing Foley so we didn't have any reminders... whoops!&lt;br /&gt;5ish - more disputes, I push for a finished cut so we can shove in the music and foley from our sound designer, who was a legend (Ben we :heart: you!).&lt;br /&gt;6pm [ONE HOUR TO GO] - all sound and music is shoved into the timeline. I do some quick colouring (not enough time to finish though). We quickly go over whole movie to equalise the levels of sound effects and dialogue. Not enough to complete so we ended up missing the last scene (which was the scene with the most dialogue and the most important scene!! DAMN!)&lt;br /&gt;6.40pm - franticly make credits and press the render button. Premiere says - "Remaining Time: 54minutes." FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;6.45pm - I pace around panicking while everyone else seems pretty chilled. Where's our JP?! Team leader calls JP..&lt;br /&gt;6.50pm - JP arrives! And the remaining time magically went down!! Output to tape. We frantically label it, shove it in the courier bag and get the JP to sign and stamp before 7pm&lt;br /&gt;7pm - We can breathe again. And YUSS, PIZZA! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm - Screening of the other NP teams. Team Bob's was amazing. I wish *our* team have a crane and professional crew and cast. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - what a crazy weekend!! We're already looking forward to next year though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-850484952725291283?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/850484952725291283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/850484952725291283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2009/05/48hours-2009.html' title='48HOURS 2009!!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959152279344576102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUJo2lCBW2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zkL5_oxOPyI/S220/8533693.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-1715845110271169818</id><published>2009-03-09T01:01:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:01:55.571+13:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we go again.</title><content type='html'>Ah! Time for my every-other-monthly update. I keep forgetting I&amp;#39;m supposed to be actually writing in this thing XDD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well! School happened. And school&amp;#39;s school, y&amp;#39;know. Just want to get out of it already. Ironically, I love my classes! I&amp;#39;m so please with my subject choices and the teachers I ended up with :D:D It&amp;#39;s so awesome to see my friends again too :D&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hmm.. what else happened... OH. TODAY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;WATCHMEN.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*That* is what happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No, &amp;quot;did I go to see it?&amp;quot;. It HAPPENED. It was a PHENOMENON.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zack Snyder, you are my hero. Honestly, this movie rivals The Dark Knight, and THAT, my friend, is something not lightly said. Difference is that TDK had a waaay better screenplay, plot-wise (don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, I loved the ideas behind Watchmen, but damn, the pacing was a bit off at times compared to the impeccable pacing of TDK.), but I&amp;#39;d say Watchmen gets the trophy for amazing eye-candy. Srsly, it rivals The Fall in terms of holy-shit-pretty-ness.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;One day I will make pictures that pretty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the topic of films - 48HOURS is in *less than two months*!!! I can&amp;#39;t believe it&amp;#39;s that time again - it&amp;#39;s all gone so fast! AND I HAVEN&amp;#39;T EVEN STARTED PREPARATION. Last year we started sometime around December the year before, lol.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Haha - after Watchmen today we wandered into this random carpark in town - it&amp;#39;d make the most awesome place for filming! Which reminds me - we shall have to wander around New Plymouth more often and note down an arsenal of great locations ;)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hmm - that reminds me. I&amp;#39;ve got a shitload of photography to do (as in, I haven&amp;#39;t even started), so I better get going.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Until next time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- S.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-1715845110271169818?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/1715845110271169818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/1715845110271169818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-here-we-go-again.html' title='And here we go again.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-5694398511883258362</id><published>2009-02-01T10:19:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:19:28.040+13:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a wrap!</title><content type='html'>We&amp;#39;ve just finished filming for The Zombie Project! Wait, did I even mention that we started a zombie film in this blog? God, I never blog anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thinking of going to the pre-auditions for Miss Saigon at 7 tonight. Gah, I know I really shouldn&amp;#39;t, because I&amp;#39;m doing fucking 6 lvl 3 subjects plus extracurriculars plus this design job... but I really want to!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Acting on stage, how awesome would that be? I&amp;#39;ve given up on waiting for a production at school - man I swear I&amp;#39;ll organise it myself in year 13 if I have to. In the meantime... :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No idea what to do, let alone what a &amp;quot;pre-audition&amp;quot; is. Oh well! I&amp;#39;ll just ask Matthew every five seconds and I should be fine, right?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Off to the pools soon. Here&amp;#39;s hoping I&amp;#39;ll break a leg (but not literally).&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-5694398511883258362?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5694398511883258362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5694398511883258362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-wrap.html' title='That&apos;s a wrap!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-6531823286861101195</id><published>2009-01-04T07:51:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:15:06.923+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Now to symbolise my academic and personal rebirth by downing as many drinks as possible.</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love New Year's? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks I've missed this year's annual post. It still hasn't quite sunk in that it's 2009 yet. *Keeps staring at desktop clock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was interesting. Hard to look back on, as I've lost my diary (usually I go through it to remind me what happened. Yes, my memory IS that bad), but I do realise that wow, this year my work has improved. I think. I'm not quite sure, really. It probably has gotten worse, for all I know. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stares at clock some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolutions! This'll be interesting. Call for bets on how many I won't do this year! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ACTUALLY STUDY. My idea of "working harder at school" is actually paying attention in class (sometimes) and bothering to relook at notes at the end of the year. For some reason I find it difficult to actually study - this year I shall have to. *Glares at stupid level 3 subjects that yes will be awesomely challenging but fuck will mean lots of work*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO ABANDONING SPORTS OR MUSIC. I'm really quite sad that I don't play piano nearly as much as I used to, and that I'd probably faint if i played a hardcore game of bball right now. I am totally going to basketball tis year, but I think I also need to hang out in the music rooms a bit more. Hmmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LEAST ONE DESIGN JOB PER MONTH PLZ. It'd be no point putting all this effort into the research and making the site and blah blah blah.. if I didn't actually do anything. Thinking of asking the school if they need a website makeover... I'll start there and move on to other places :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UPDATE BLOGS WITH ARTICLES/TIME CAPSULE STUFF MORE FREQUENTLY. The whole point of this blog was to keep a record of shit that I'd probably forget later. What kind of record would that be if it didn't have entries, eh? :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an inevitable apocalypse, seeing all this work pile before my eyes before the school year actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stares at clock more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, if I squint enough, 2009 starts to look like 2000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-6531823286861101195?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/6531823286861101195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/6531823286861101195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-to-symbolise-my-academic-and.html' title='Now to symbolise my academic and personal rebirth by downing as many drinks as possible.'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959152279344576102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUJo2lCBW2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zkL5_oxOPyI/S220/8533693.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-641371220811280392</id><published>2008-12-28T05:05:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:39:38.738+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoned'/><title type='text'>spend too many hours watching manufactured realities of television movies and life starts to feel like an off-broadway production starved for reviews</title><content type='html'>5.01am. Can't sleep. The water from the tap tasted like a crappy cup of pool water. Maybe it is. Maybe they're chlorinating the tap water now. Anti-bacterials everywhere. They'll soon be resistant. We bred these babies, and now they're angry and hormonal, with a lot of rage and a lot of tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Twilight. Bad. Bad bad bad. I died inside from the acting. Meyer, please, no more. Spare a generation of crazed fangirls. They could do with a little sanity in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything tastes funny. It's getting light. Oh yeah - Christmas came and went. Happy birthday, Jesus! I wonder if he's sick and tired of getting so old every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Wanganui in a few hours. Left my ipod at Martin's, which is a shame, 'cause it'll be a long trip. Methinks I'll burn an mp3 disc to play in the car. Yeah, I'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Suzie in ages. She's probably all grown up now; probably taller than me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light from our neighbour's house is on. I wonder if they're awake right now. It's awfully early to be waking up. But then again, it's awfully late to be not-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design stuff, going slow. But good. I've a helluva lot of ideas coming out. None of them too crazy, which is strange. It's like I'm in some stoned stupor; everything's dazed quite and numb. Shit. Have I grown up? Please don't let me be grown up. I want to roll around in mud! Blow bubbles! Throw wet, squishy things at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing a New Year's card for my parents right now. Needs to be completed in a few hours. I hope it brings them a lot of business - everything's so slow these days. Progress, slow; time, all too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. 2009. The years are ticking by faster than I thought. I got year 11 scholar this year, which was surprising, given the condition of my attitude towards school and my frequent bunking of classes and my uniform. Oh, it's all about the uniform at girls' high. Which reminds me: their website sucks. It's shit. Seriously. Looks like someone wrote the code in fucking notepad. I used to work in notepad. Ah. Good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should ask if they want to employ me. I'll throw them a redesign that, although probably unsuited to a school website, would be a helluva lot better than the plain pile of MEH they have now. Better information organisation, better navigation - put in some breadcrumbs. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin finally got a telecom phone! Yay! I mean, fuck telecom, but yay for him being able to text without it costing a fortune. I miss him a lot right now, which is usual, but weird, because it's unreasonable. Stop it. Stop being so sentimental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still miss him lots though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels funny. Like it's submerged in liquid. Oh wait, it is. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pens. Funny thing is that I seem to use them all. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of starting a design blog. Well, I already have, but I'm thinking of doing a wordpress one. Like, put everything I know about design and shit there, write articles about new stuff I learn... hopefully will be helpful for newbies, even though there's more than enough of those type of blogs to go around already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should localise it eh. More New Plymouth related stuff. Nothing ever seems to happen around here, and the things that do happen, well, I never get invited to those kind of things. Maybe I should hang out with the rockers and the stoners more - the guys down at waves do crazy stuff. Bunch of emo/gangster fucks. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's light now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold. Can't sleep when cold. Need something warm to hug. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get the NASA trip next year. Looking forward to that, but not too chuffed about going to Texas. Too many mosquitoes there. And my blood tastes nice. So fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA will be awesome though. Hope Patrick gets picked - I'd hate to spend two weeks with total strangers. It'd be so fucking awkward, like I'd talk to no one. Patrick probably won't though. People are so fucking poticially correct. They won't pick him cause he's American. Oh, don't want people thinking they're sucking up, so they suck up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.34. Can't sleep. Probably will in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-641371220811280392?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/641371220811280392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/641371220811280392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/12/spend-too-many-hours-watching.html' title='spend too many hours watching manufactured realities of television movies and life starts to feel like an off-broadway production starved for reviews'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959152279344576102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUJo2lCBW2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zkL5_oxOPyI/S220/8533693.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-2036179559376301416</id><published>2008-12-16T02:00:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:18:33.772+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas at the Bowl 2008!</title><content type='html'>WELL That was pretty meh lol. Especially the fireworks, haha. Like they were nice, but, tmehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH OOH I COME BEARING PRETTY PICTURES~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZSQHji88I/AAAAAAAAABM/hT93wXiubdk/s1600-h/DSC_7983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZSQHji88I/AAAAAAAAABM/hT93wXiubdk/s320/DSC_7983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998049998009282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZWYtl-NrI/AAAAAAAAACU/WzpvrBvn42s/s1600-h/DSC_7985_websizenozoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZWYtl-NrI/AAAAAAAAACU/WzpvrBvn42s/s320/DSC_7985_websizenozoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280002595694196402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZWYeZ1jgI/AAAAAAAAACM/JsxmkVJRBwQ/s1600-h/DSC_8003_websize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZSPAqpxpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8PbN9K98aFA/s320/DSC_7962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998030968899218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-2036179559376301416?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/2036179559376301416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/2036179559376301416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-bowl-2008.html' title='Christmas at the Bowl 2008!'/><author><name>Serena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08959152279344576102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUJo2lCBW2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zkL5_oxOPyI/S220/8533693.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JWt4gc8Ewmw/SUZSQHji88I/AAAAAAAAABM/hT93wXiubdk/s72-c/DSC_7983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-746188884175803362</id><published>2008-12-16T01:42:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:42:12.700+13:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>omg I miss him so much, wtf, it&amp;#39;s unreasonable but aaaaa it hurts and :( I need a hug lol&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-746188884175803362?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/746188884175803362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/746188884175803362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-3297508758343426585</id><published>2008-12-14T04:03:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:03:32.923+13:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG I JUST WATCHED SIN CITY IT IS AWESOME</title><content type='html'>AJKHSJAHSFKJAHDKJSD I AM SO CAPS LOCK RIGHT NOW JKSHDJKHA JKHSDKJHAD JHKADKJDHKJASD THAT WAS AMAZING~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously. The chicks kicking ass? Fucking. Awesome. And the fight scenes were just.. epic. Like, so unreal and wtf that they were... rather awesome.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Some day I will be able to make movies as good as that.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-3297508758343426585?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/3297508758343426585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/3297508758343426585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/12/omfg-i-just-watched-sin-city-it-is.html' title='OMFG I JUST WATCHED SIN CITY IT IS AWESOME'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-6687337762030141208</id><published>2008-12-13T03:18:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:18:25.851+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Serena wakes up and realises- it's Christmas soon!</title><content type='html'>Oh my!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now why did dear Mr. Jesus have to be born at such a busy time? I&amp;#39;ve barely recovered from the extreme makeover of our film team&amp;#39;s website &lt;a href="http://rrrfofes.freehostia.com/"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt; , and am currently in the middle of designing some rather hardcore business-things for my uncle. I&amp;#39;ve got an online portfolio site that seems to be rather ominously staring me down through those unopened folders.. but never mind that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And aa! I had to redo the charcoal drawing for Stacey, so she better love it as much as she implies she will!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a day !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coming up~ some Christmas cards, the online portfolio (=O maybe!), and A ZOMBIE MUSICALE ?!?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I believe the holidays just became very very awesome, and, (if we end up having that New Year&amp;#39;s party), inappropriately so! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-6687337762030141208?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/6687337762030141208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/6687337762030141208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/12/serena-wakes-up-and-realises-its.html' title='Serena wakes up and realises- it&apos;s Christmas soon!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-8619751143224591022</id><published>2008-04-27T11:57:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:04:51.736+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='48hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RRRFOFES'/><title type='text'>Well that was fun.</title><content type='html'>This may just be the fastest I've ever started and (semi-) completed a site. Lol, got started at 11pm last night and uploaded the whole thing at around 4.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site is our team site for 48hours - RRRFOFES! You can get to it by typing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outsidelink:rrrfofes!&lt;/span&gt; into the navigator below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The URL is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://solsucker.freehostia.com/rrrfofes"&gt;http://solsucker.freehostia.com/rrrfofes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; clickie here for those who prefer the mouse to the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site's still not 100% finished yet - I still need to redo the graphics (esp. the menu, ew) and figure out how to work this wordpress thing for the news page. Other than that, everthing's a-ok and ready to roll! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-8619751143224591022?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/8619751143224591022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/8619751143224591022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-that-was-fun.html' title='Well that was fun.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-4295372044147831312</id><published>2008-04-25T23:53:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:01:39.967+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Fucking up the English language :)</title><content type='html'>We recently did creative writing last term - and carrying on the strange and yet surprisingly not-yet-phailing style from last year, I've written an even more cringe-worthy, this-beats-a-soap-opera-at-being-a-soap-opera story in which the only interesting thing that happens is you get to eat some corn chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; get to eat some corn chips" I do mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I've written this story in second person, so beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, here is the train wreck that is creative writing 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Starts with the Letting Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something like a homely musk, faded and worn with time. Traces of tomato, pumpkin and rosemary idle in a familiar cloud; partly of yesterday’s pizza, partly of that pine-scented laundry powder, but mostly of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inhale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know this scent well. Like strong coffee, warming up your fingertips, or the crisp coolness of the dawning day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is nothing like that; it’s faint – almost unreal. You breathe in, slowly pushing the air in and letting it sink deep within your chest; into your lungs, into your bloodstream; taking in more; as if strengthening this scent will make the memories more vivid – more real. You suck in enough air to maybe bring him back to life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten-thirty at night and the movie finishes, and you’re about to reach your car before the second hand makes a round – when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; pops up in your line of sight – sitting on the hood of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-his&lt;/span&gt; car, eating a box of – what’s that – nachos?, grinning at you; sauce gleaming from the edge of his mouth (he wipes it off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still grinning, he raises – first the chips, then an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself to ignore him; that he’s an idiot and a nuisance to humanity (he’s not). But something’s pulling you – it’s pulling you and so you go and sit beside him on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-his&lt;/span&gt; hood, taking a chip and crunching it loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing, hiding from the cops?&lt;br /&gt;Just my boss, actually.&lt;br /&gt;You’re hiding from your boss?&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wanna make out?&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a Whitesnake video, you grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays, as it turns out, are not nearly as special and exciting as they make it out to be. And as delighted as you are that the Earth has indeed made yet another revolution around the Sun, it isn’t anything big, so you don’t expect anything big (though you might as well glance to the most likely hiding places for nice little gifts, just in case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surprises you when he arrives at your house, almost on cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot – your annual reminder that, yes indeedy, you are one year closer to death. Congratulations! Here’s something to speed that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He produces one small strawberry cupcake with a single candle piercing its centre. You raise an eyebrow and aim for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly bemused&lt;/span&gt;, but a smile is spreading, so you end up giving him a kind of lopsided, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something smells atrocious but I’m trying to be polite&lt;/span&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d put a candle in for every year, but that’d be a fire code violation.&lt;br /&gt;I’m 25!&lt;br /&gt;It’s a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a small cupcake! And they say chivalry is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives you the cupcake and you reach for it, but his arm disobeys and gives a jolt that sends the cupcake flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second there is silence, and you're almost about to think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if&lt;/span&gt;, when he gives a (slightly higher-pitched than normal) laugh. Picking it up and dusting it off, he lights the candle and looks at you, expectantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blow out the candle, and secretly wish that things would be like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It wouldn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn’t (not even close), and he’s shaking so hard. You hand him a jacket (it’s hard to see him like this), but he shakes his head forcefully so you both wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe-&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still following me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving him is sweetest smile you can muster, you cheerfully reply. Isn’t it enough that I want to cause you pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grumble. He walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t keep running away.&lt;br /&gt;Actually… I’m pretty sure I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step left; two to the right. He’s looking for an escape but you block every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s progressive. It’s going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know what “it” is!&lt;br /&gt;Oh right then – we’ll try your approach. Wait a few weeks and it’ll all be better! But wait – which way does time go? Get the damned test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left, right, back, stop. It’s a dance, and he sighs, almost in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in Swedish, the word ‘friend’ can also be translated as ‘obsessive bitch’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, back, left, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not obsessing. I’m caring.&lt;br /&gt;You’re obsessing. I’m worried! It’s dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you’re on a wooden ship and your obsession is a whale. I think I’m in the clear. Get. The damned. Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He breaks the rhythm and it catches you by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I’m going home.&lt;br /&gt;To what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten hours and forty-five minutes after he went and it finally happens – you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snap&lt;/span&gt;. The turnover from denial to anger isn’t usually so quick and so violent but you’ve been trapped here inside you for too long, boiling and frothing but not letting it spill over the edges but it doesn’t matter anymore – nothing matters anymore so you can just take the bloody boiling mess and tip it all over yourself, letting the heat scald and burn into your flesh because the pain is exactly what you need – a distraction – anything that’s solid and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand and leave the room, making your way down the wide and empty hospital hallways with speed and vigour that you do not have but use anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left, right, door, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His best friend is beside the vending machine, coffee in one hand and forehead supported by the cold tiling of the hospital walls. You don’t think, and wordlessly, forcefully, you press your mouth hard against his. It’s hot and bitter from the coffee and it hurts, oh god it hurts, but the pain is good and nothing matters so you bite harder and he bites back and blood flows and it’s not right, it’s never right, but you don’t care because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing matters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But it does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something like a homely musk, faded, but not forgotten. And as dawn turns to day turns to dusk, you remain the same. Again, you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; inhale&lt;/span&gt;, deeply, though that scent is now long gone; again, pushing the air and guiding it down into your lungs where you wish it could stay but it doesn’t, nothing does, so you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhale&lt;/span&gt; and the air comes out, leaves you, and goes wherever the win takes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice.&lt;br /&gt;What is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-4295372044147831312?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/4295372044147831312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/4295372044147831312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/04/fucking-up-english-language.html' title='Fucking up the English language :)'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-1761974285429734797</id><published>2008-01-01T01:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:39:50.461+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2008. Three or so years since the future was here - WHERE ARE MY JETPACKS?</title><content type='html'>*splash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hi. GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee that's a funny thing to say. I must repeat that, and drum it into my brain until it slips as easily off my lips as the words "LOL" and "I WIN AT LIFE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, doesn't seem to make a difference. Still feels funny. I guess this is the same as saying "it's 2007" last new year and "it's 2006" the new year before that. News is always less significant in retrospect; time always quicker. I guess that's the thing to do at the morn of New Year's Day: reflect. At what I'm not entirely sure; I guess it's just a day of the year everyone takes to think "shit it's [insert new number here]" and "shit I'm old" and "shit I was supposed to pick up my sister from drama six hours ago BRB" and other such tomfoolery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS. I forgots. Haha. Stuff I want to accomplish this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get into the top 50 in WebChallenge and PlayItStrange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get an editor's choice for College Herald - more articles, less photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STAGE CHALLENGE. Get in and turn up on time lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That school production? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports. Yeah I get that they have crazy fees and it's a pain to drive there and back but it's something different and yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;48HOURS - the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rockquest? No? Too ambitious? Eeeee ._.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DRIVER'S LICENSE. Aren't they raising the minimum age to 16? I guess that won't really make a difference but it'd be nice to get it before then and say LULZ SHAME to the people who will have to get it when they're sixteen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now hopefully I will re-read this post throughout the year so I don't forget. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I? Deep and meaningful reminiscence? Ah yes. But at the moment the most interesting and exciting thing to happen to me this year was getting my DSLR &lt;strike&gt;yesterday&lt;/strike&gt; the day before yesterday, and frankly, that's all I really care about. I'm sure it won't be that way when I'm like 20/30-something and reading this thinking "tell me about the fucking interesting stuff already" ('cause my memory really is that bad), but OH WELL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS DSLR IS FUCKING GORGEOUS. LOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/365/d/d/311207_3_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/365/d/d/311207_3_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs23/i/2007/365/a/d/311207_4_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs23/i/2007/365/a/d/311207_4_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/365/8/1/311207_6_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2007/365/8/1/311207_6_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/365/3/a/311207_5_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/365/3/a/311207_5_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/365/3/c/311207_1_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/365/3/c/311207_1_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/365/8/e/311207_2_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/365/8/e/311207_2_by_CrazyKamakazeeChair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEAUTIFUL, NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO BELIEVE IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHE PHOTOS. THEY TELL A THOUSAND WORDS EACH SO I DON'T HAVE TO WRITE AS MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S 'AVE SOME MOAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTMAS AT THE BOWL 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2JaDEc_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e0wBFUwYL6U/s1600-h/DSC05496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2JaDEc_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e0wBFUwYL6U/s400/DSC05496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150136815369614322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Notable Tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2JqDEdAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0_67iwoT7Uc/s1600-h/DSC05504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2JqDEdAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0_67iwoT7Uc/s400/DSC05504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150136819664581634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ODDISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2J6DEdBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bH3Nm5D6smg/s1600-h/DSC05507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2J6DEdBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bH3Nm5D6smg/s400/DSC05507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150136823959548946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BECAUSE WE LOVE FIRE: Ben holding a candle in an unconventional fashion with Martin's shoulder in the bg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALSO:&lt;/span&gt; I have started a collection of photos, titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People Taking A Picture Of Me Taking A Picture Of Them Taking A Picture Of Me Taking A Picture Of Them (ad infinitum)"&lt;/span&gt;. Here are the first three in the series:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STACEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j5eaDEdDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Od0CnV5nYo8/s1600-h/DSC05420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j5eaDEdDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Od0CnV5nYo8/s400/DSC05420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150140474681750578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARTIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j5eKDEdCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yvNH02kJ6BQ/s1600-h/DSC05501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j5eKDEdCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yvNH02kJ6BQ/s400/DSC05501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150140470386783266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM CHICK (WHO I DON'T KNOW) AT THE NATIONAL CHOIR "BIG SING" IN PALMY 2006:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j6mKDEdEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LtopluOtuj4/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j6mKDEdEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LtopluOtuj4/s400/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150141707337364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMING UP:&lt;/span&gt; Sarah with her ~pink camera~, my sister and any one off the street who I can catch with a camera &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Reflecting on 2007 huh? I'm pretty sure that's out the window now. Also, it's strange how we choose to reflect on the year before when we really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be getting used to the year that is. Meh, I guess we've got a whole year to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Nope, still feels funny.&lt;br /&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/8629276-1761974285429734797?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/1761974285429734797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=1761974285429734797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/1761974285429734797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/1761974285429734797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-three-or-so-years-since-future-was.html' title='2008. Three or so years since the future was here - WHERE ARE MY JETPACKS?'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/R3j2JaDEc_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e0wBFUwYL6U/s72-c/DSC05496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-1472416592328900089</id><published>2007-06-15T01:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:15:39.688+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><title type='text'>SOMETIMES, RANDOM SCRIPT-WRITING EXERCISES IN DRAMA CAN BE REWARDING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superheroes Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seizure-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evil-Scottish-Drill-Man (ESDM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Very) Hard-Scalp-Boy (VHSB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Generic Innocent Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Poor Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene starts with insane drilling noises accompanited by screams]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: Mommy! Help me! It's the Evil-Scottish-Drill-Man! Whoever shall save us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME POOR MAN&lt;/span&gt;: AAAAAACAAAAKKGGHH! Evil-Scottish-Drill-Man is threatening me with his DRILL OF DOOOOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: Oh look! What's that in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: Never fear, for Seizure-Man is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! It be my ARCHT enemy. You are but too late! Nothing can stop my Drill of Doooom. NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insane drilling noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME POOR MAN&lt;/span&gt;: AAAARGH! O! I AM SLAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Falling-down noise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;: GAAASSSSPPP!!!1!!111oneeleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: Evil-Scottish-Drill-Man, this has gone *far enough*. Prepare to be in *intense discomfort*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! You cannot defeat me! ACHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VHSB&lt;/span&gt;: Not with me here! For it is I! Seizure-Man's trusty sidekick: (Very) Hard-Scalp-Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;: GAAASSSSPPP!!!1!!111oneeleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: Look out (Very) Hard-Scalp-Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insane drilling noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! My Drill of Dooom cannot penetrate (Very) Hard-Scalp-Boy's very hard scalp! ACHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VHSB&lt;/span&gt;: Aha! I see you are not familar with my *weapon of choice* - my VERY HARD SCALP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! Nevermind, for I can use my ~second~ weapon of choice, [dramatic pause], BIGGER DRILL (OF DOOOM)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;: GAAASSSSPPP!!!1!!111oneeleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insane drilling noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;: Ooooooooooh. Ahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: But that's not all! My Bigger Drill of Dooom can also summon the *Vortex of Dooom*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insane vortex noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;: OH NOES! Not the *Vortex of Dooom*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VHSB&lt;/span&gt;: [screaming, crunching, squelching and dying noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: Oh no... (Very) Hard-Scalp-Boy is... dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rain starts; cue sad background music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: [Crying noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: Seizure-Man... why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! It had to be done. ACHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: But there are other ways around this! Therapy! Mediation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT. I've never liked the indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: I did not want to resort to this, but Evil-Scottish-Drill-Man, you've left me no choice.&lt;br /&gt;                       [Cue triumphant music].&lt;br /&gt;                       For this, you must pay a dear price. Innocent Child, turn away. [Starts seizing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: Wh-what are you doing, Seizure-Man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: What I do best son: seizing! [Continues seizing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! How did you know that was my *one and only weakness*?! ACHT! ACHT! ACHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: [More insane seizing noises]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: ACHT! O! The intense discomfort! If I be slain, then I'll never be the first Scottish president of the United States! ACHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: [Yup. Still at it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESDM&lt;/span&gt;: [With a substantially weaker voice] ACHT! 'Tis my last hour on Earth! Tell my wife... akjs8g86w874dxhjknnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: O! Evil-Scottish-Drill-man has fallen to his death! Oh how my innocence has been forever soiled!&lt;br /&gt;                            Maybe violence *is* the answer! Bang! Bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[People die]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: What in Godzilla's name are you doing Innocent Child?!&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NO LONGER) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: I am simply mimicking the violence I see on TeeVee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: OH NOES! How did you know that was *MY* one-and-only weakness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: [High-pitched cackling] Bang! Bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEIZURE-MAN&lt;/span&gt;: But o! Innocent Child! I never had to chance to tell.. you.. that... I am... your father. [Dies.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INNOCENT CHILD&lt;/span&gt;: [Stops cackling] Oh look... everyone's dead. And now I am sad and alone. And hopefully adopted.&lt;br /&gt;                           I made some bad decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           So remember kids, when you see people killing each other, DO NOT JOIN IN.&lt;br /&gt;                           'Cause it's sad to JI. 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So I'm lying in bed right, and all of the sudden this story idea came to me. You know how some writers write their stories from the end to the beginning? Well why not set it out like that? A story that starts from the end and ends at the start. I dunno, I was feeling real experimental here, so forgive the randomness. And so I started writing.. blahblahblah. Ok, so I had this heap of dialogue, running one after the other, of banter (no "blahblah," said he; just "blahblah," next line, "blah"), and they looked kinda tacky, so I just decided to remove the quote marks all together. Re-read it. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;, this isn't too bad. By gum, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;, this sounds good. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; good. A *weird* good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've got the first/last half of this really *weirdly* set-out creative writing piece. I numbered the sections 5-0 so the reader could see the the numbers were going backwards. And looking at the (2) complete sections I've got so far, the story doesn't really make any more sense reading from 0-5 than it does from 5-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. After the removal of quote marks and complete abolishment of the beginning-middle-end format we were all taught from age 8, I randomly started inserting paragraphs within sentences. And then inserting random brackets everywhere (I've seen this overuse of brackets done before - it can actually be pretty effective).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF am I on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Don't. Bloody. Know. Although my English teacher would probably spear me if he saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 2: I showed this to him (my English teacher), and, amazingly, he did the exact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; of my prediction above. No, he didn't un-spear me, but he did recommend that I enter it the the BNZ Katherine Mansfield Young Writer's Competition (phew; long name). Eehehehe. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;~*~STORY NOT YET COMPLETE~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because it's 5am and I can't think anymoreeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: COMPLETE!&lt;/span&gt; WHAAHAAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Time Is a Fixed Constraint, But Sometimes I Wish It Wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling had always been a familiar sensation in dreams; comforting, even. The knowledge that one could defy the realities of fear, pain and even death itself sat alongside the sharp, and yet somehow gentle wind, reminding one that there was nothing beneath for support, and nothing above to hang on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one were to embrace all these sensations and just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the maybe, just maybe, one will reach a state of weightlessness and be at peace with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliff-edge was supposed to be a dare of sorts. Both were living their days over and once again, and needed the fear; the adrenalin --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You scared? She was ten steps out.&lt;br /&gt;You suicidal? He was nine steps behind.&lt;br /&gt;Only in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well that's okay then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- rush. The overwhelming overload of the senses to remind them that they were still youthful (and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Race ya to the top?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind getting beaten, sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were silent in the car. But sometimes, silence isn't such a good, social thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why the hell did you rent a four-wheel-drive? He sounded positively pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was random. Mind filling me in on the imaginary hypothetical conversation that took place before this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying, these things are dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Four-by-fours have good mileage.&lt;br /&gt;Four-by-fours kill people.&lt;br /&gt;Four-by-fours don't kill people, stupid; people kill people.&lt;br /&gt;Sure - people driving four-by-fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need people.&lt;br /&gt;Are we still talking about the car?&lt;br /&gt;Do you need people?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;Good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, silence was best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour and forty-five minutes after meeting --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're not scared? He piped up after another moment's silence.&lt;br /&gt;What's there to be scared about? She kept a tight leash on her voice, as it cannot (will not) falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," he lied.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-- he knew her favourite sport, favourite food and what she wanted to be later on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dancing. Blueberry pancakes. Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP! Both of you, out!"&lt;br /&gt;"But she started it-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care! Out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus screeched to a halt, stopped, then drove off - leaving two people behind with angst-ridden faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? The girl dropped her backpack.&lt;br /&gt;It's got to be something like 10 kilometres to the next town.&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - look at the time, he said without bothering to look at his watch, I really have to get going.&lt;br /&gt;Wait up - I'll come with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another eye roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, you're annoying and you got us thrown off the bus. Now go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever punched you lately?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month. Two more weeks and I win a stuffed teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;Not if I have anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed as he protested further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling had always been a familiar sensation; comforting, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter how it happened; just that it happened. It was not like how it always is in books and movies - time does not slow down. It's a simple trip, a simple fall; a simple end. Your life does not flash before you. There simply is no time. No time to focus on the past; nor any time to think of the future. Only that very bittersweet, familiar moment. Of nothing above and nothing below. Of weightlessness. No thoughts. Just peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no time to react. No time to scream out his name or make a desperate grab at thin air. All she could do is crawl towards the cliff edge (oh please, please, please not him, not there, not fallen, no,) and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't supposed to happen." She didn't bring herself to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know." He didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok I know this isn't near finished but that's the basic set-out and feel. Now it's 5am and I'm tired so bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;WEWT! FINISHED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-1640828698861161874?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/1640828698861161874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=1640828698861161874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/1640828698861161874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/1640828698861161874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-adventurous-with-creative-writing.html' title='Being ~adventurous~ with creative writing (aka ignoring conventions such as grammar and punctuation completely).'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-664890104721803464</id><published>2007-06-09T17:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:21:29.511+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LULZFEST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdote'/><title type='text'>TODAY WAS SUCH A LULZFEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/Rmpht5MgDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0B5cNGCdiVQ/s1600-h/LOLOLOL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/Rmpht5MgDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0B5cNGCdiVQ/s400/LOLOLOL.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073975371261545554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL TODAY WAS SO MADE OF AWESOME LDXKFGKJHRTKFDSJGLKJDFLOLOLLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we went to see Shrek the Third at the movies today (which wasn't actually that good, btw), but ended up having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,  a concise list of the events today (because my memory phails so bad) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;arrive at centre city&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie esh boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go buy food from jesters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then from this dairy place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;puke ariki bridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foreshore for wind wanderers but they weren't there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ditching Sarah and Ryan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playground - climbing the cube thing and talking for like an hour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lololol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ryan comes back; randomly JIs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more talking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire Spinny Guy comes up - "hey you want a turn?" "HELL YEAH"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire Spinny Guy spins fire; we get a turn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KEROSENE FTW AHAHAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire Spinny Guy ("Bob" from Hamilton) calls Martin a n00b; Martin does what will now be known as the greatest 'whatever, bitch' expression EVAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is much lolz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fire spinny guy walks away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cops come&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is, again, much lolz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more lolz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sheryl's mum arrives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back home!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decides, yes, I am definitely blogging this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Biggest lulzworthy moment of the day: FIRE SPINNY GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he's some high-school drop out named "Bob" (I doubt that was his actual name) from Hamilton, who was here on a 'chef-cooking-thing'. I don't know either. But he was just a-walkin' along the foreshore and then randomly came up to us (when we were sitting on the rope-cube thing at the playground) and went "hey, wanna turn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK YEAH WHADDA YA THINK?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all got a turn to show off our mad skillz with the fire-spinny-stick. Much lolz all the way round. And then he's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Spinny Guy (who will be now known as FSG) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FSG: Okay, so you're [pointing to me] Sheryl,&lt;br /&gt;        you're [points to Sheryl] someone freaky,&lt;br /&gt;        you're [points to Ahu] someone freakier,&lt;br /&gt;        you're [points to Martin] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a n00b&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin: *does this awesome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"whatev, bitch"&lt;/span&gt; expression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~MEANWHILE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHALOLOLOLOLOLOLOLAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at centre city when we first arrived, the guys were eating and we were talking about how Stacey wasn't there because she had homework, Jacob The Wise stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just tell her the code: Bros before ho. -mework."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And that concludes the random funny anecdote for today. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-664890104721803464?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/664890104721803464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=664890104721803464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/664890104721803464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/664890104721803464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-such-lulzfest.html' title='TODAY WAS SUCH A LULZFEST'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/Rmpht5MgDFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0B5cNGCdiVQ/s72-c/LOLOLOL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-8918473623587248492</id><published>2007-05-21T02:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T02:04:07.466+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>HOLY SHITT</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I love the House fandom and have met some really awesome, lulzy people through it, but... it can produce some really crappy/weird/scary things. Want an example? Simply make your way over to fanfiction.net and look up some House/Cameron fanfiction. *Shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm.. traumatised. AAA A AA. AA AAA AAAAAA AAAA AAAA AAAAAAAA AAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/house_art/131225.html?view=603033#t603033"&gt;follow me to the scariest picture of Chase you will EVAR see&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sharing this? TRAUMATIZED. NEED TO INFLICT PAIN ON OTHERS SO I AM NOT ALOOOONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Five hours of therapy later~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-8918473623587248492?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/8918473623587248492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=8918473623587248492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/8918473623587248492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/8918473623587248492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-shitt.html' title='HOLY SHITT'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-4267588331879376854</id><published>2007-05-15T00:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:43:48.350+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>RANDOM DRABBLE IN WHICH NOTHING HAPPENS. AFTER A WHILE, SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN, WHICH MAKES YOU WISH THAT NOTHING HAPPENED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RkhZMEPGPsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CBguWEQ5fRg/s1600-h/fascinating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RkhZMEPGPsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CBguWEQ5fRg/s400/fascinating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064395844808490690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“This is stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teens stood in the dark, one keeping a lookout while the other worked on a lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads were empty and the streetlights were out, which was for the best. However, a deafening silence rang in their ears like roaring thunderclouds on the horizon, reminding them that sooner or later, someone would awaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dammit, I can’t see a thing. You got a torch on you?” The lock-picker whispered, voice brimming with frustration. The other teen rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course - I always bring my torch with me. Along with my First-Aid kit and diorama collection.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbourhood was obviously suffering from a blackout. There is night - when it is dark and hard to see. True darkness, the total and complete absence of light, makes the skilled lock-picker a blind rat, and forces her to feel around for the lock after every failed try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a small snap rang through the shadows. The lock-picker took a step back from the door as she swore under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You better have another hairpin along with that collection of yours - this one just broke,” she announced as she prodded her partner in crime with the sharp end of the broken pin, as if it confirm that she wasn’t lying. “Oi, I’m outta ammo here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small grumble came from the other teen, followed by the sound of various items being shoved around as a hand waded through them, searching with increased agitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do I look like, Hammer Hardware?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hammer Hardware doesn’t sell hairpins. C’mon Lisa, they’re going to be awake and full of caffeine soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisssaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MJ,&lt;/span&gt;” Lisa mock-whined back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Jane shuffled around impatiently while rubbing her arms. The icy, pre-dawn air was subtle, but there nonetheless. Her kitten heels made little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clip-clop&lt;/span&gt; noises against the hard, cracked cement, which echoed through the night. Stopping abruptly, she figured the racket the she was creating was very unlikely to be singing lullabies to the people inside, and was very likely to be earning more death-glares from Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Aha!” Lisa plucked a small, thing object from her handbag and held it in the air like a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gimme!” MJ’s voice snapped through the empty streets like bombs exploding on a mini-golf course. Spontaneous windmill combustion. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shhh!&lt;/span&gt;” Lisa flailed her arms about wildly as she scanned the streets for movement. Her head snapped back to face MJ, who had now covered her mouth with both hands, eyes wide in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in place, both girls could hear their blood racing through their ears. MJ held the hairpin tighter in her damp, clenched fist. Senses now heightened, both could detect the slightest movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts skiped a beat when a single floorboard creaked inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Shit. Caught.&lt;/span&gt; Neither dared to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more moments of uncertainty hung in the silence before Lisa decided it was safe to breathe, and then threw a fist at MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry,” MJ whimpered with a sheepish smile. Quietly turning to avoid the mental darts that were being hurled in her direction, MJ soon realized that she didn’t have to reach out like a blind man. She could even make out a dim outline of the lock. Dawn was approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa sensed this too as MJ expertly inserted the pin in the lock, and continued working. Looking up, Lisa could define the telegraph wires from the murky, blue-grey backdrop. A gust of wind swept through the streets as the trees danced and the sky howled. Lisa’s limbs were numb and stinging from the cold. She began shifting anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MJ, I swear, if you don’t hurry up, I’m gunna take that pin and sh-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho!&lt;/span&gt;” Mary-Jane gave a small laugh, careful not to be too loud. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re&lt;/span&gt; going to try and pick this? After knocking back shots of vodka in glasses made by elephants, I’m surprised you’re even conscious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Elephants?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Elephants, giraffes, industrial trucks; it’s a metaphor - work with it.” MJ kept on working on the lock. “You know - ‘go with the flow’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Funny coming from someone who doesn’t even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how to have fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I heard you had some planned for July.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ stayed silent as she found the right groove to press inside the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand -” she started with a slight grunt as she tried getting the pin further into the lock, “- are completely borderline irresponsible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah right,” Lisa muttered as she took a seat on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your lips say no; your shoes say yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re French; can’t believe a word they say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so slowly, with almost microscopic care, MJ began turning the pin in the lock. Lisa rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, Beckett was going to call his play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for MJ to Pick the Damn Lock&lt;/span&gt;, but thought it was a bit too dull.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wasn’t Beckett French?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well -”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties shut up quickly as MJ slowly opened the door and tip-toed in. Lisa soon followed suit, then shut the door ever so carefully behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next time we sneak out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember the damn key&lt;/span&gt;.” MJ whispered as she made her way down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; were the one who forgot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ gave a slight look of irritancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was right; this was stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you’re the slow-poke, taking hours to pick a single lock.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am not a slow -”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a metaphor.” Lisa stood in the comfort of her own room and began to shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Work with it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Creative Writing story that I got a merit for in our NCEA assessment. Sigh, I missed out on excellence by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one bloody mark&lt;/span&gt; cause I punctuated something wrong. Oh well - shit happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-4267588331879376854?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/4267588331879376854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=4267588331879376854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/4267588331879376854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/4267588331879376854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-drabble-in-which-nothing-happens.html' title='RANDOM DRABBLE IN WHICH NOTHING HAPPENS. AFTER A WHILE, SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN, WHICH MAKES YOU WISH THAT NOTHING HAPPENED.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RkhZMEPGPsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CBguWEQ5fRg/s72-c/fascinating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-5259270095394636356</id><published>2007-04-28T02:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:22:08.327+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do list'/><title type='text'>Hold onto your asses, ass holders.</title><content type='html'>'Cause this is guna be a very long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RjH8zkPGPoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S2_-UO8A3Vs/s1600-h/657495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RjH8zkPGPoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S2_-UO8A3Vs/s400/657495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058101819344305794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[rant]&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK IS MY ENEMY. I WILL SEEK TO DESTROY IT. I MEAN, HONESTLY, THE EXPECT US TO DO YEAR 10 *AND* YEAR 11 ENGLISH??!? AND THEY'RE NOT EVEN MERGING THE TWO LEVELS TOGETHER. WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING THAT THE YEAR 10S ARE DOING, AND EVERYTHING THAT THE YEAR 11S ARE DOING. WHAT. THE. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO. MAYBE I'M JUST PISSED COZ I ONLY GOT A MERIT IN NCEA CREATIVE WRITING. BUT STILL. I RESERVED THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED. AND NOW, GUESS WHAT? WE HAVE CREATIVE WRITING HOMEWORK THIS WEEKEND - BUT NOT JUST ANY "HEY WORK ON YOUR WORK" SHIT - IT'S THE FUCKING YEAR 10 ASSESSMENT AND WE'VE GOT THE WEEKEND TO DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WORSE - GUESS WHAT THE TOPIC FOR THAT CREATIVE WRITING IS. WE GOTS TO WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING WE ~LOVE~. AND WE HAVE TO HAVE *~EMOTIONS~*. YEAH WELL BITE ME. YOU WANT LOVE? FUCK YOU ALL WITH A GARDEN FORK.&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RjIGOkPGPrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hcg4EiIU004/s1600-h/6893830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RjIGOkPGPrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hcg4EiIU004/s400/6893830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058112178805423794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~This weekend's TO-DO List~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on creative writing assessment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out with teh bros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lauren is super!keen on 48HOURS this year - ask if anyone else is super!keen and *MAKE IT HAPPEN*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download the new House episode, 3x20 "House Training"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a song for rockquest - wait, are you even going to enter? Go get that band together!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ok. At the moment (which is 2am, lolol) I'm bored and I'm definitely *not* doing homework, so I'm going to go and watch some House DVDs (because, yes, I am that obsessed) and meta the hell outta the new eps.&lt;br /&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/8629276-5259270095394636356?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/5259270095394636356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=5259270095394636356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5259270095394636356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5259270095394636356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/04/hold-onto-your-asses-ass-holders.html' title='Hold onto your asses, ass holders.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RjH8zkPGPoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S2_-UO8A3Vs/s72-c/657495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-5251558862430466620</id><published>2007-04-22T01:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:35:17.032+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh shit'/><title type='text'>You are my sunshine / my only sunshine / and when you don't shine / I can't photosynthesize enough energy / to KILL YOU.</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or are my subject lines getting longer...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one in the morning and I *still* haven't started on my Social Studies project, Art project, and English (and Science) homework. All due on Monday. Which is... tomorrow! And I gotta write a piano composition for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And yet I'm still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just hear the voice in my head, cackling its evil laughter at my stupidity and yelling, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HA! WHERE IS YOUR GOD &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;/span&gt; Until of course I remind the voice that I am an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at pile of unstarted projects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RioEoo0s2nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r5FIw_dVOdg/s1600-h/faildirigiblexz2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RioEoo0s2nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r5FIw_dVOdg/s400/faildirigiblexz2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055858627876543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8629276-5251558862430466620?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/5251558862430466620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=5251558862430466620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5251558862430466620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5251558862430466620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-my-sunshine-my-only-sunshine.html' title='You are my sunshine / my only sunshine / and when you don&apos;t shine / I can&apos;t photosynthesize enough energy / to KILL YOU.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RioEoo0s2nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r5FIw_dVOdg/s72-c/faildirigiblexz2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-6471264635039698275</id><published>2007-04-07T03:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:26:47.479+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomic'/><title type='text'>LOL IT'S LIEK 3AM AND IM BORED BORED BORED AND PROBABLY ON CRACK.</title><content type='html'>WEBCOMICS FTW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZezOun5fI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZG0tknXBvU4/s1600-h/xxchriz.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZezOun5fI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZG0tknXBvU4/s400/xxchriz.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050328266362578418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLOLOL YES, I HAVE DEFINITELY BEEN SMOKING SOMETHING IN MY SUBCONCIOUSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, AND IF YOU HAVEN'T REALISED, I'VE BECOME A CAPSLOCKER. HENCE THE OVERUSE OF CAPSLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I'M GOING TO STACEY'S HOUSE TO MAKE ~EASTER BUNNIES~!! SHOULD BE PHUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHOOOOT IT'S THE HOLIDAYS. 2 WEEKS OF PROJECTS, PROJECTS AND MORE PROJECTS. I'M GUNA NEED, LIKE, A CLONE ARMY OR SOMETHING. YEAH, ASSIGN ONE PROJECT PER CLONE. *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG HOUSE WHY DO WE GET THE EPISODES SO LATE OH WHYYY. I JUST DLED AND SAW THE FOX PROMO FOR 3X18 "AIRBORNE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciFOIOo0La8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciFOIOo0La8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciFOIOo0La8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciFOIOo0La8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MOTHER OF JEEBUS CUDDY GETS SICK! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON AN AEROPLANE. *~WITH HOUSE~*&lt;/span&gt; WHY THE HELL ARE THEY EVEN ON THE AEROPLANE? GOD, I'M SO FLAILY RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH MY FUCKING GOD. 3X17 "FETAL POSITION". HOUSE ADN CUDDY ARE PERFORMING SURGERY ON A WOMB AND FOETUS AND THEN SOMETHING FREAKY/AMAZING HAPPENS. I DON'T KNOW WHETHER THIS IS ICKY OR HEART-WRENCHING. EVER SEEN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALIEN&lt;/span&gt;? YOU'RE ABOUT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzZLkNidWZ8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzZLkNidWZ8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzZLkNidWZ8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzZLkNidWZ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF HOUSE, SEASON THREE HAS *REALLY* STARTED TO LOOK MORE AND MORE LIKE GREY'S ANATOMY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZj_uun5gI/AAAAAAAAADs/vMlpkWVaxCE/s1600-h/00076431fo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZj_uun5gI/AAAAAAAAADs/vMlpkWVaxCE/s400/00076431fo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050333978669082114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I REALLY HOPE HOUSE DOESN'T CONTINUE LIKE THIS. IT'S SUCH AN AWESOME SHOW; OBVIOUSLY MY FAVOURITE (AND OBVIOUSLY MY CURRENT OBSESSION, *G*). THE DETECTIVE TRITTER ARC IS SCREWING EVERYTHING UP SO HARD! GRR! BOSTON LEGAL IS AS AWESOME AS EVER, THOUGH. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZlkOun5hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JUlZVxfJ6s/s1600-h/8975924.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZlkOun5hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JUlZVxfJ6s/s400/8975924.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050335705245935122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, IT'S LIKE WAAAY PAST 3AM, AND I GOTTA GET UP EARLY(ER THAN USUAL) TOMORROW. SEEYUH.&lt;br /&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/8629276-6471264635039698275?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/6471264635039698275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=6471264635039698275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/6471264635039698275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/6471264635039698275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol-its-liek-3am-and-im-bored-bored.html' title='LOL IT&apos;S LIEK 3AM AND IM BORED BORED BORED AND PROBABLY ON CRACK.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RhZezOun5fI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZG0tknXBvU4/s72-c/xxchriz.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-3286948327720219607</id><published>2007-03-26T22:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T04:19:22.705+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT. THIS IS FREAKIER THAN ANY OTHER PERSONALITY TEST EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serena's Existing Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imaginative and sensitive; seeking an outlet for these qualities--especially in the company of someone equally sensitive. Interest and enthusiasm are readily aroused by the unusual or the adventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serena's Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which she imposes of herself or by her own choice and decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serena's Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remains emotionally unattached even when involved in a close relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unhappy at the resistance she feels whenever she tries to assert herself. However, she believes that there is little she can do and that she must make the best of the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serena's Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Desires protection against anything which might exhaust or tire her. Seeks a life of security and physical ease, free from any problem or disturbance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serena's Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fears that her independence will be threatened or severely restricted unless she protects herself from outside influence. Does not want to be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz here &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;http://www.colorquiz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-3286948327720219607?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/3286948327720219607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=3286948327720219607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/3286948327720219607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/3286948327720219607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/03/holy-shit-this-is-freakier-than-any.html' title='HOLY SHIT. THIS IS FREAKIER THAN ANY OTHER PERSONALITY TEST EVER.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-7340683128472559498</id><published>2007-03-25T02:45:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:45:33.908+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M$Paint'/><title type='text'>I DID IT FOR THE LULZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RgUw0ER9rfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3kgKa5EPITI/s1600-h/WHYYESIMAWESOME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RgUw0ER9rfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3kgKa5EPITI/s320/WHYYESIMAWESOME.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045492628598926834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For health, we have to make a poster [falsettosingyvoice] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all about ourselves and how *unique* we are!&lt;/span&gt; [/falsettosingyvoice]. This, of course, is an obvious opportunity for the avid M$Painter/Photoshopper to show of her MAD SKILLZ. Well, just mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/51561621/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RgUw0UR9rgI/AAAAAAAAADE/o8gu93_k3Bo/s320/GODISDEAD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045492632893894146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also experimented with my first pop-art piece, as show below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/51562404/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RgUw0kR9rhI/AAAAAAAAADM/rSNY2akdeRY/s320/photographychick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045492637188861458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also (because sequels are love) photoshopped-up another piece for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidden&lt;/span&gt; series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/51562302/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RgUw00R9riI/AAAAAAAAADU/D9eJRYaBooM/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045492641483828770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All these, and more, are up on my devART account, &lt;a href="http://CrazyKamakazeeChair.deviantART.com"&gt;CrazyKamakazeeChair.&lt;/a&gt; Click on the pictures for a higher res. version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASSIVE ATTACK!!! I can't believe I've never heard of these guys before. They are *the* most amazing trip-hop/ambiance band I've EVAR come across (followed closely by Goldfrapp). They are to trip-hop as Linkin Park is to rock. Song recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Massive Attack - Teardrop ] - This was the initial song that introduced me to Massive Attack.  It's the theme song for House, M.D. in the states, and is Massive Attack's BEST SONG EVAR, IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Massive Attack - Angel ] - Teh awesome. Liquid awesome. The pounding bassline and the vocals... wow. Love the electric guitar near the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Massive Attack - Dissolved Girl ] - Something darker then Teardrop and Angel (though 'Angel' is quite dark in its own right). Has the Massive Attack signature pounding bassline, but this song is way more rock, and that's awesome. In fact, this song reminds me a lot of Linkin Park, only with a female singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Massive Attack - Group Four ] - DO NOT listen to this song intently. First time I listened to it, I was all like WTF, weird. But this is an awesome ambiance song. Have it going on it the background, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; you'll find yourself listening to it. :D It's really light; floaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Massive Attack - Inertia Creeps ] - A dark, deep, sensual and sexy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Goldfrapp - Crystalline Green ] - Goldfrapp's best song, IMO. Awesome awesome. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Keane - Atlantic ] - Okay this is just random, but I heard it on CSI: NY and just had to download it. Another awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Solomon Burke - None Of Us Are Free ] - Okay, so I've been recommending this for a while now, but IT IS JUST SO DARN AWESOME. Jazzeh! A must have! (God, I sound like some infomercial for some kitchen appliance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! And those are my music recommendations for this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-7340683128472559498?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/7340683128472559498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=7340683128472559498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/7340683128472559498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/7340683128472559498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-did-it-for-lulz.html' title='I DID IT FOR THE LULZ.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RgUw0ER9rfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3kgKa5EPITI/s72-c/WHYYESIMAWESOME.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-5546756071293107603</id><published>2007-03-12T15:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:31:42.047+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>MAD SKILLZ LOLZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfU3K3xEHpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4oVG8b36KYQ/s1600-h/745002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfU3K3xEHpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4oVG8b36KYQ/s400/745002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040996017819098770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. Well this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to BOTHER typing out every thing that's happened in the last five or so months that I haven't blogged. Because it's not at all very interesting, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New obsession? House, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stalking the LJs for a few weeks now; OH TEH ICON LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS_jnxEHkI/AAAAAAAAACM/n64FOiCFfv0/s320/allin22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040864501625527874" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS_jnxEHlI/AAAAAAAAACU/GBb5kCvbKMg/s320/FDGS.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040864501625527890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS-W3xEHiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Upx9vUL8SvM/s320/behave.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040863183070567970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS_jXxEHjI/AAAAAAAAACE/5j_-BcpsjcA/s320/2338347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040864497330560562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS9MHxEHZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/30-KBnIYa60/s320/3540584.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040861898875346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS-W3xEHhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JdJ5-MgpLxc/s320/11640112.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040863183070567954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfS-WnxEHfI/AAAAAAAAABk/9VQtFessc0U/s320/5442466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040863178775600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfTBgXxEHoI/AAAAAAAAACs/8WiI2R_scZ8/s320/tehhug02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040866644814208642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATM we're in the middle of an Creative Writing NCEA English Assessment. And four more lessons to finish it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea what to write. No, scratch that, I have ideas, but they're waaay to random, and there are too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention that this year, we're doing NCEA Level One work, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; Year 10 work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT THE SAME TIME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that, I'm going to try and get together a band for RockQuest (last year, well, we didn't really do anything), and maybe a team to compete in &lt;a href="http://www.48hours.co.nz/"&gt;48HOURS.&lt;/a&gt; And a song for &lt;a href="http://www.playitstrange.co.nz/"&gt;PlayItStrange&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while getting my daily fix of House MSTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now *THAT* takes mad skillz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-5546756071293107603?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/5546756071293107603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=5546756071293107603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5546756071293107603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/5546756071293107603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2007/03/mad-skillz-lolz.html' title='MAD SKILLZ LOLZ'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GgaaK8HGeMg/RfU3K3xEHpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4oVG8b36KYQ/s72-c/745002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-116289190844151760</id><published>2006-11-07T22:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:31:42.047+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Yes.. I am alive.</title><content type='html'>No blogging for.. what? Four months straight? Haha. That's a new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Stacey and I finished our (painful) Wearable Arts creation. It was actually really cool! Well, at least I thought so. It was a dress in the shape of a sky tower. It had wire framing and maps to cover it and sheepies and pictures on it :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. not much else happened between July and now... I got top national top 50 for teh play it strange song that I wrote!! Hurrah!! :D :D :D I also came top 50 for the website i made for netguide webchallenge (http://www.netguidewebchallenge.co.nz/some3rdformer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not as good as second place, but then again, i made this year's site in four days :) so i think thats okay. But next year... dun DUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yesh, and i FINALLY updated MCTTA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teh new, *zing-ed up* site is here: http://mctta.freehostia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse, there's the new SOL SUCKER site too: http://solsucker.freehostia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my (dreaded) piano exam on the 25th of October, and even the day before that i was still trying to learn on of the pieces! :O so disorganised... I SHALNT NEXT YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yesh.. and it was really cool in teh weekend we went to the poooles (hehehehe) with me friends and yesh it was coolio ya ya ya ya yaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that's about all i've got to say... wow, it seems as if i get more and more boring my the months. sigh. i miss devon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-116289190844151760?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/116289190844151760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=116289190844151760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/116289190844151760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/116289190844151760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Yes.. I am alive.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-115390908635310684</id><published>2006-07-26T22:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:29:00.875+13:00</updated><title type='text'>aaahhh! so long so long so long since i have blogged!!</title><content type='html'>hEEHEEWE!&lt;br /&gt;its me  birthday today! YAYAYAY&lt;br /&gt;weeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo dee doo, we had our school's open day, and i was a tour guide :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, the science and visual arts displays were to coolest in my opinion! :D this is a really cool quote i saw on the walls of one of the science rooms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that they say to "put more that 100%" in something? How is this possible? It is in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think all the letters of the alphabet to equal a number, for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A = 1&lt;br /&gt;B = 2&lt;br /&gt;C = 3&lt;br /&gt;so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then "KNOWLEDGE" would be 94%,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HARDWORK" would be 98%,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "ATTITUDE" would be 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to reach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; 100%;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BULLSHIT" would equal 103%,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "ASSKISSING" equals 118%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, therefore, KNOWLEDGE and HARDWORK will get you close, while ATTITUDE will get you there. To go beyond the 100% mark, you will sure as hell need BULLSHIT and ASSKISSING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go. Hope you liked that shit. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-115390908635310684?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/115390908635310684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=115390908635310684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/115390908635310684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/115390908635310684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/07/aaahhh-so-long-so-long-so-long-since-i.html' title='aaahhh! so long so long so long since i have blogged!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-115036874482617032</id><published>2006-06-15T23:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:29:00.779+13:00</updated><title type='text'>wow lol... im really not doing this at all xD</title><content type='html'>woooow a month since a post lolol this place seems so lonely and aww =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a LOTTA things have happened since 19th of may... lol at the moment im stalling tech homework thats due tomorrow but i havent even looked at it lolol ah well! 'sall good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDD oh yeah we did speeches and i did mine on how the world was going insane :D and it was 8.39mins &gt;_&lt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooosh and i also finished me composition but thats not very interest8ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and we're going stupid american laws for our channel 7 documentary.. lol we finally decided!! XD and and and we've started filming but we muck around too much lolololol but hey, sall good! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Ooo Ooo and on the 3rd we [da bros] went to see the da vinci code! XD twas a pretty good movie but compared to the book it's CRAP! XDDDD before and after the movie we played air hockey :D:D:D but i kept on hitting it in ma own goal ;_; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and the next saturday we saw poseidon... lol we wer all expecting it to be pretty much crap too, but it was actually really good! lolol v00t xD argh MATTHEW POKES YOU DURING MOVIES. lol coz it was in one of those really suspenseful moments when you're on the edge of your seat and you know that something sudden is going to happen.. and youre just sitting there... waiting ... or it to... come.... and then.. then... BAM! HE POKES YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD i was completely caught off guard and i jumped and then stacey jumped and mathew laughfed. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol and also that day beforeth emovies we met at maccas in centre city and stacey and connor and i bought SUSHI! XDDD and we all ate wasabi and gave others some too ;) lololol IT WAS BLOODY FREAKIN HOT. xD and ahumai, stace and i had an eating comp of who could down a whole sushi in one go... stacey won that and ahumai and i choked on the sushi XDDD and then connor stacey and i had a soy sauce downing comp of seeing who could down a whole packet of soy sause in one go.. and I WON THAT! YAAAY lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a picture of Sarah at maccas ;) XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loololol and then after the movies we got out one of jacobs jelly snake lollie things and matthew was like, okay, lets see what happens if you drop it into the esculator (far i cant spelele) and we did and we wer just watching it.. XD and it didnt do anything :( lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lended angels and demons (the book) to martin and i was just lke "READ IT, READ IT, READ IT" and he was like, okaaaay... *opens book* *starts reading in the middle of the cinemas* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thats when we saw miss glentworth. XDDD!!!! so, after some convincing, we all mobbed her and said hi lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we migrated back to where we were originally standing XD and then SARAH'S MUM APPEARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP. OH CRAP. OH CRAP. BUSTED. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDD i turn around and THERE SHE WAS. xD damn. busted for going to the movies with dudes hahahahahahaha after she saw us she txted sarah saying "boys eh?" lolololol XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my parents wont hear. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol oh yeah and guess what my playlist is 29+ hours now! w00t w000t lololoolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, and the sunday straight after we had a filming thing lolol ahh we actually managed to get 4 scenes done so i am very proud of us all but we really need to get a move on! XD xD XD xD all during that 5 hours 4 scenes were produced, 2 V/liftplus bottles smashed, a few shoes lost, and a cat found! amazing, arent we? :P lol twas so fun :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and the day straight after we (Taranaki Youth Orchestra) went to see chamber music that night. YAY we got FREE PIZZA and and yumyumyum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then we walked over to the tsb showplace and yeah :D and then in the intervals we got bored so jacob and i went into the elevator and thought meh, who cares if we're under 16 (DID YOU KNOW, you're not allowed to use the elevator if you're under 16?! OMFG!) and then we dragged two other dudes in too.. so we wer just going up and down and opening on every lvl lololol ohj yeah lvl 2 is the hhaaaauuunnntteeeddd leeeveeeeel XDDD and then after about 6 goes we comvinced patrick to come in too (lauren didnt come D: ) and thats when we got busted DX lolol when we opened on the last level there was justthis man standing there going, "YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO USE THE ELEVATOR. I'LL REMEMBER YOU. I WILL REMEMBER YOU..." and PATRICK SNUCK OUT WITHOUT GETTING TOLD OFF!!! lil bugger XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yeah and as it turns out the show had already started without us XDDD so we went back in and cracked up XDDD. i also had a fruji and it wasnt dfinished and i was like "oh crap i gotta finish this" so i put the whole ice block in my mouth XD smart eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh that was a really good show especially the elevator incident XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin on bebo is on over 3000 homepages :D &lt;a href="http://-Offline-.bebo.com"&gt;http://-Offline-.bebo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh today i went to do aussie engrish test &gt;.&lt; i betcha i answered like half wrongf lol i was half asleep through the test but hey i finished it so thats good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i better start my technology project... lol what was supposed to be a 1 week project has now been compressed to 2 hours! HURRAH xD lololol argh we have a 3km run tomorrow too &gt;_&lt;;;; lol better skedaddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*burp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-115036874482617032?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/115036874482617032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=115036874482617032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/115036874482617032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/115036874482617032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-lol-im-really-not-doing-this-at.html' title='wow lol... im really not doing this at all xD'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-114808331483365662</id><published>2006-05-20T11:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:29:00.684+13:00</updated><title type='text'>F.L.I.G.H.T. FLY AWAY TO VICTORY!!!</title><content type='html'>We had Stage Challenge yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE FUCKING WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounces off sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fucking gawsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ENTHRALLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ENTRANCED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ENTERTAINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we EXHILIRATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't think we had such a good chance of winning,  after seeing Sacred Hearts' performance. Everyone was kinda :S about it all lol. But when everyone did the actual performance the vid cam got cut off so none of us got to see anything at all! But there were heaps of left over food so it was all gud ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were just gathering around the front of the dressing room talking, the more tremedous sound of screaming filled my ears. IT WAS SO FREAKIN LOUD! So I thought: ;hey why not, I'll scream too.' And so I did. When I looked up the front there was this dude up there who was pointing to us and I asked everyone around me, "did we win did we win DID WE?!?" and everyone was nodding so I was all like "OMFG YAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY BRANG IN THE TROPHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT I FELT SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST PISSED MYSLEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we were screaming and hugging random strangers for about 4 mins and then we started chanting like mad!!! OUR CHANTS WER DA BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"JUST FLAP YOUR WINGS!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST FLAP YOUR WINGS!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST FLAP YOUR WINGS!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST FLAP YOUR WINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE OPERA HOUSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'RE IN FOR A BIG &lt;strong&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE OPERA HOUSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU WON'T BELIEVE YOUR &lt;strong&gt;EYES&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'CAUSE BIRDS ARE FLYING EVERYWHERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UP AND DOWN AND THROUGH THE AIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY'S THE DAY GIRLS HIGH HAS WON STAGE CHALLENGE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-WHAT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAGE CHALLENGE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-WHO?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRLS' HIGH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GIRLS' HIGH, WE'RE HOT TO GO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;H-O-T-T-O-G-O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHH-WHOO! HOT TO GO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHH-WHOO! HOT TO GO!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-114808331483365662?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/114808331483365662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=114808331483365662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114808331483365662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114808331483365662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/05/flight-fly-away-to-victory.html' title='F.L.I.G.H.T. FLY AWAY TO VICTORY!!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-114628828382069277</id><published>2006-04-29T17:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:31:42.048+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>T_T'</title><content type='html'>Wow lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read my previous post and relised what a whiner and a non-punctuated person I've become. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Now is that a good thing I wonder... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-114628828382069277?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/114628828382069277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=114628828382069277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114628828382069277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114628828382069277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/04/tt.html' title='T_T&apos;'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-114587937477177509</id><published>2006-04-24T23:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:29:00.379+13:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg wow hey lol im back +P</title><content type='html'>xDDDD w000t im bak bakbak!!! :D:D:D lololol wow havent blogged in forever!! XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowowow soo many things have happened since last time i blogged :S say.. when *was* the last time I've blogged... ?! &gt;.&lt; XDDDD well-e lets start eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets out diary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. you know what? I've just realised. Why do I spend so much time typing out my whole life, for the whole world to see, when I have piles of work and tasks to finish [well... start.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD maybe this is just an excuse for myself to myself so put off that work XDDD but thats not very good is it... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owel its like 23.15 anyways and there is NO ONE interesting on msn ;_; so i blogblogbloggie YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD today i didn't do much. But i did do something extraordinary. Something AMAZInG. I PRIACTICED PIANO. -gasp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. I'm in the Youth Orchestra (which is sooooo kewl) and I'm also in the NPGH Choir (which is called the Madrigals) (no idea why) (hmm maybe I should look that up.) (meh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in this Channel 7 Groupie thingy at school which is a group of peeps from gurls high and we're producing (as in making from scratch) 8 half-hour programs to be broadcasted on Channel 7 (DA NAKI CHANNEL AU) sometime in Term 3. YAAAY lololol I'm thinking of doing editing maybe (or script writing... or directing :S I duno lol i enjoy everything XDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But however I was thinking more of either being apart of the Short Films one or the Documentary one XDDD w000t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and this year Im in Stage Challenge tooo YAAAAAAY oh man seriously Stage Challenge ROKS MA SOCKS (XDDD what a weird saying) but hey it is soo kewl and we will soooooo beat Sacred Heart this year RAR!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got rehersals every Monday lunch, Thursday after school, and Sunday... Trouble is.. I keep on forgetting to turn up to Sunday rehersals and I'm on my last chance lolol after one more and I'll be kiked out :S which ain't so groovy but hey wadcha guna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and peeps keep on asking "Oi Serena, who are you in the Stage Challenge??!?" and I'm always like "Imma kiddo =P" so yea w000t im a kiddiepoop! XDDDD I'm one of the two Paper Crane gurls Bridgie's da other one w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and in week2 we had school swimming sports it was funk-eh as well we're in Tainui (our house) and YEAH WE ROK!!!! lol we're in the lead atm (w00t) and that day it was soo kewl!! lolol da bros we all danced and whE it was fun!!! XDDDdDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and the other funny thing was that on Swimming Sports day, some boys from bois high sneaked over and wer perving behind the fences!! =O you could see them O.o but then the teachers jumped over the fence and chased after them XDDDDD and we wer all like "MUAHAHAHA BUS-TED!!!! XDDDD" but then we could see these two lil peeps from boys high (hu i betcha had also sneaked out) but they wer basically right near the cemetery so noone could get em but we just randomly thought we would wave to them and they waved bak and we wer like "XDDDDD" and then at the end they did a bow HAHAHAHA poor lad he's guna get so wasted by the teachers wen he got bak lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and in week three we had yer nine camp and it was... aight xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4 we had Athletics at the TET stadium and it was kinda weird lol everyone was wearing theeir underwear on the OUTSIDE of their clothing. I guess they need to listen to a song called "Underwear goes INSIDE the pants" (by Lazyboy) +P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOooOOooOOOoooo and and and whE i'm in rockquest!!! HURRAH lololol I'm in a kewlass funk-eh band but we're all only newbies however we're still kewl and we're called Expiry Date yeahhhh lol There's guna be a practie this sunday at Aj's house so YAY lol I'm DLing some tabs of songs for us to learn omfg Way Away by Yellowcard is really GROOL its BRILLIANT lolol even tho its atleast four pages long per instrument XD its fantastic i LUF it xDDDD I've also got Simple Plan's Crazy its got great lyrics lolol for some reason I love songs that diss today's society xD seems abit negative but hey its true! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me whats wrong with society,&lt;br /&gt;when everywhere i look i see&lt;br /&gt;young girls dying to be on tv&lt;br /&gt;they wont stop till theyve reached their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diet pills, surgery,&lt;br /&gt;photoshopped pictures in magazines&lt;br /&gt;telling hem how they should be&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everybody going crazehhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;is anybody guna save meeehhhhhhehhhehhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;can anyboday tell me whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;tell me whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;if you openyour eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see that something is wronngongg..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and :O GASP SHOCK HORROR HORROR HORRRROOORRRRRR I'm doing REALLY BADLY on my grades lolol so far i've got a NOT ACHIEVED im swimmming (coz i forgot my togs omfg *hits head*) and and a MERIT in science. MERIT!!! THAT IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH. sigh if i get anything near merit next science test GRRR and GAH i cant enter in the aussie comp skills coz npgh didnt have it ;_____; either that or they werent in the notices but hey atleast im in the science maths writing and english eh? lol but comp skills is my best subject i was so looking forward to it ;__; ah wel. theres alwasy next yer eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol in week seven (friday) sheryl invited us to a lesson in eido (whacky sticky thing we called it) and it was FUN as but it costs GFAH~ so yea. -.- but it was funfun kewl as lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol and im week 9 i DLed photoshop YAAAY so i've bn photoshopping lately its FUN and KEWL and sooo awesome lololol i've also bn drawing randomly on bebo's ffart drawing thingy and im quite happy withmy drawings :D:D:D:D me likes them them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD and also in week 9 on thursday was the yer 9 and 10 social and it was a blast XDDDD we wer just dancing and partaying hardout XD lufed the lights supakewl :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol and patrick agreed to go wif kristen lololol but didnt show up -_- (BAILER!) so we wer all like "GAH KILL HIM" but then i got home and got the email that said why he couldnt come so it was all good in da hood but da other bros still thinks he just made it up to bail :S not sure XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and then there wer da HOLIDAYS YAAAAAAY lololol here's my holiday todoo list (its on a piece of postit notes in my diary lololol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm i gtg cant be bothered to type list anyways BYE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-114587937477177509?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/114587937477177509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=114587937477177509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114587937477177509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114587937477177509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/04/omfg-wow-hey-lol-im-back-p.html' title='omfg wow hey lol im back +P'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-114196185956081850</id><published>2006-03-10T16:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:29:00.280+13:00</updated><title type='text'>[INTERNET DEPRIVED]</title><content type='html'>OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp crashed ansd i havent bn on the net for a month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol right now im on the puke ariki library comp :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls high has bn great, got myself involved mif many many many things lololo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, im in stage challenge, a rockquest band, this channel7 tele producer thingy, and more stuff and oh YAY im also me form class' arts rep!!! yaaayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolo i just went to the devon gala yesterday night and MAN was it craaazee!!! teehee i bought sooo much crap and foood fooood fooooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*but not too much coz im at a public library*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yea.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeep. its so sad lol theres only 17 people online and even thought that might be considered alot there arent much peeps dat me knows .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh well there aint much to talk about. sigh. ok seecya. gotta hire more henchmen XDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kiddin ya!!! :P XDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-114196185956081850?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114196185956081850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/114196185956081850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/03/internet-deprived.html' title='[INTERNET DEPRIVED]'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113849937643371684</id><published>2006-01-29T02:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:31:42.048+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I am staring at my melting feet.</title><content type='html'>Actually, I feel as though every part of me is melting. It is hot. Very hot. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol supposedly im guna get me girls high uniform today &gt;.&lt; gosh i ddont think id be able to breathe in those skirts X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am simply listening to my music (me playlist is 20+ hours long now!! hurrah! XDDD) and just sitting here surrounded by heat &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..With ice cream in my stomach. Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo im listening to dido now, she has such a good voice D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[By the way that is a cyclops smlie]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113849937643371684?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113849937643371684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113849937643371684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113849937643371684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113849937643371684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-staring-at-my-melting-feet.html' title='I am staring at my melting feet.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113809711884749785</id><published>2006-01-24T23:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:29:00.113+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot believe I wrote this. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>sigh, by all means, scroll down to the end of this post and ignore it. This has got the be the MOST CHEESYIST EWW ERGH GET IT OFF DIVE IN TAR AND SCREAM poem that I have EVER wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, wrote it this morning. sigh, and im only posting this onto blogger coz i really like the last two verses. so, lemme rephrase what i just said: "by all means, scroll down and read the last two versus only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i probably should just type up the last two versus.. nah the poem looks imcomlete wifout the beginning -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;and in it I can hear your name&lt;br /&gt;whispered by the morning breeze&lt;br /&gt;to me its like a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dances in my mind&lt;br /&gt;as if you were here&lt;br /&gt;all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has risen&lt;br /&gt;I must now wake from this dream&lt;br /&gt;but I do not wish to wake&lt;br /&gt;Because you are&lt;br /&gt;forever away&lt;br /&gt;but im my dreams&lt;br /&gt;you can forever stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;we would always die&lt;br /&gt;but in our sleep&lt;br /&gt;we forever rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're still drifting forever away&lt;br /&gt;Even thought I'm screaming "NO! Please stay!"&lt;br /&gt;"I never ment for it to be this way"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry for all those things I said.."&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't leave me here in this mess..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those words were inside my head&lt;br /&gt;And to you they were never said&lt;br /&gt;You still stare with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see how much you're hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forever sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I beg of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both going, forever away&lt;br /&gt;And though our lives, forever apart&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you still beats&lt;br /&gt;in this very heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And years later, I'll still see&lt;br /&gt;And I'd hope that you too remembered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Of the crazy loud loud crazy girl&lt;br /&gt;and how you filled her little world&lt;br /&gt;and if we die&lt;br /&gt;we can still dream&lt;br /&gt;about our school days&lt;br /&gt;beside the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're with me&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be&lt;br /&gt;with you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again - it pours - the bittersweet rain&lt;br /&gt;and in it I can hear your name&lt;br /&gt;whisphered by the morning breeze&lt;br /&gt;it is like a song to me&lt;br /&gt;and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and let that song&lt;br /&gt;sing me to eternal sleep&lt;br /&gt;back into my land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Where you would be by my side&lt;br /&gt;and we can be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;intra a araneous vos somnium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not away forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good god. lmao the majority of the poem doesnt make sense &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113809711884749785?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113809711884749785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113809711884749785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113809711884749785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113809711884749785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cannot-believe-i-wrote-this.html' title='I cannot believe I wrote this. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113809464466456425</id><published>2006-01-24T22:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:59.996+13:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeEEeeeEEeeeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>HallO theree Stranger!!! Geee I'm bored today so I thoughted I'd write a guide! Why? Because my feets said so! XDDD ok lol its probably gund be like one of them legendary &lt;a href="http://www.omgjeremey.com/guides.html"&gt;omgj guides &lt;/a&gt;(minus the lengend bit) and they have a particular style.. so i thought about this, to write an omgj styled guide, i basically gotta includ these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A title (no, im not kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A Subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ [Almost] correct spelling and punctuation. Scrap grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Various pictures with comments/captions under them; and/or atleast one shitty MS Paint drawing (can be original or thieved, nobody cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Profanity. The more time you use the F-word the better. Fuck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Explosives and/or The Act of Blowing off Somebody's Cock. People love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UnfortunateD00D: "Hey why the hell is there TNT and nuclear explosives strapped to my-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOOOOOOOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: "XDDDDD"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Consistant complaints on how itchy your buttocks are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Step 365.7: Cremating All Evidence of Your Previous 364 Trials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stock up on your supply of BUTANE and gee hot-damn my buttocks are itchy. Now let me tell you a story about that..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~NO cheesy internet emotes. O_D;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Repeatedly insult Anime fans and Geocities sites. (&lt;em&gt;"7. Stir in a counter-clockwise direction. Why? Because Anime fan-byotches love to post their shat on Geocities sites. 8. Put tray into oven..."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats about it. Now.. to TAKE OVER THE WORLD... &gt;:-]~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[btw thats an evil face with a goatee if you are in any way confused.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The S.M.A.R.T. Guide to Computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So you want to be nerdish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Welcome to Microsoft® Windows® XP Professional, the new version of Windows that brings your PC to life! Experience the best. Experience Windows XP. Windows XP really delivers! Just click a link on the right to experience Windows XP for yourself..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you did not comprehend any of the above, then go and learn to read. This guide is not for you. If you find yourself screaming at the top of your lungs and running around in circles at the sight of &lt;em&gt;Microsoft® &lt;/em&gt;then you should. XDDDD This guide is not for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you immediately search for the "reboot" button upon opening the computer package, then you are ONE HELLA SMART PERSON WHO DESERVES ALL THE CLAPS AND APPLUSES AND SHIT IN THE WORLD. This guide is not for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe now, I have eliminated the majority of the human species. Now as for you people... *looks evil with a chainsaw*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*attacks with cream pies and powder puff*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok like STOP and take a break. *breathes* sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you see?? my personality just clashes with the whole "OMGJ Guide Recommendations of Authors' Personalities Manual." Plus, its colours clash with my eyes. *_*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess im just too lazy!!! I'll eat the world twice over before I actually finish a guide and *not* try and kill my readers [or scare them off; or any third thing].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;eeeEEeeeEEeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113809464466456425?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113809464466456425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113809464466456425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113809464466456425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113809464466456425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/01/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='eeeEEeeeEEeeeeeeee.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113754890706251584</id><published>2006-01-18T14:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:59.905+13:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD IS GOING TO END. who wants popcorn?!</title><content type='html'>well what a productive holidays its been so far! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol wake up at 12 slash 1 every day and go on msn. sad sad sad sad sad sad HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P damnn i neeeeeed something to dooo grr so bored meh hey you kno we wer plannin this day at centa city and blah. you know, blah. er we got lazy and did nt organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, here i am, back to the square one. the beginning. the drawing board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something along those lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me a sad panda.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113754890706251584?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113754890706251584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113754890706251584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-is-going-to-end-who-wants.html' title='THE WORLD IS GOING TO END. who wants popcorn?!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113705668414110035</id><published>2006-01-12T22:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:31:42.049+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Buffied, Evanescent, Anywhere, Angsana New, Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Buffied, Evanescent, Anywhere, Angsana New, Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Buffied, Evanescent, Anywhere, Angsana New, Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I can't run anymore, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Buffied;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Buffied, Evanescent, Anywhere, Angsana New, Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I fall before you, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Here I am, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I have nothing left, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Though I've tried to forget, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- You're all that I am, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Take me home, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I'm through fighting it, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Broken, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Lifeless, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I give up, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- You're my only strength, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Without you, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I can't go on, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Anymore, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;- Ever again. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113705668414110035?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113705668414110035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113705668414110035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/01/october.html' title='October.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113685599857766784</id><published>2006-01-10T14:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:58.194+13:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t go da holidays stay up all night and sleep all day.. do all this random crap for eight weeks yay</title><content type='html'>w00t lol on new years day we went to the aquatics centre and it was funfunfun as!!!! w00t raisin reunion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok so there was the usual krabby bunch (sarah sheryl stacey rachel and i) and then there were de guys (patrick martin jacob josh) and yea we had a blast!! meh im so freakin bored and runescape is getting so freaking boring and blah i dont even wana write because writing this is really boring hym maybe i should continue on wif my novel thingy that i started and neva finished its called letters and the prologue is somewhr in the side bar of this bloggie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hym or maybe i shall go and make another blog template i like making them even if i dont use them lol ooooo i wana make one that says dreamcatcher coz they're pretty and yet very spooking in the freakish pretty but its guna kill you soon way ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh well as you can see all my punctuation has gone there are like no commas anywhere which annoys me (somehow..) but then again im just typing every single thing that i am thinking so maybe thats why there are o commas because really, i never thought that there would be commas in my thought! lol well there goes my lil non-punctuation streak :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my old, commaacril ways huh? yeshla lol (and no, you won't find "commaacril" in the dictionary... hehe i can add it to the urban dictionary tho LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it was so darn funny on rs today coz i was jus walkin around wif me good ol friend blizzie and then i randomly gave him 1gp (that i picked up haha) and he's like YEESSSSS IM RICHHH!!!!! and im like w00t. And then he's like WOOOOT SHE JUS GAVE ME 1 BIL and then everyone else is like omg omg omg show me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao everyone believed that i gave him a bil and i was like wot the hell im laughing so hard and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now im back to being bored again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit my parents wants to move to aussie nxt year and that means ill have to goto aus for high school and uni and shit shit shit shit shit aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excuse my colourful language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- i dont think i can stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways we were thinking since that day at the pools was so fun, lets crash center city next!! XDDDD so thats what we're guna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we haven't decided on a date yet, but it'll sure be fun fun fun!!! :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113685599857766784?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113685599857766784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113685599857766784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2006/01/w00t-go-da-holidays-stay-up-all-night.html' title='w00t go da holidays stay up all night and sleep all day.. do all this random crap for eight weeks yay'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113608747417487869</id><published>2005-12-31T23:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:58.104+13:00</updated><title type='text'>de 2006 is 'ere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:32pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years into the new melenium. Already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005... what a crazy year its been... so many things happened, so much to tell! man i'll miss devon... and whats guna happen next year??? i may not even be living in new zealand. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i can only start from the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day back i was so nervous, and yet so excited!!! i remember saying hi to everyone that i knew and finding my friends and oh it was so nerve-reking!! and in my diary the first day of school looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday Day 1/ 0&lt;br /&gt;01 ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-school starts today mathamatical&lt;br /&gt;-wake up early! mathimatical&lt;br /&gt;violie - learn canon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember how loud i could hear my heart beating when we were sitting on the seats above the courts and mr thompson was calling out the yr8 classes. when rm13 was called out i was hoping so much that i would be in there (coz it was in endeavour lol) but i didnt mind much at all wen my name wasnt called out because there was still the other yr 8 class in endeavour. and wen the first few people were called out for rm14, i knew it was that brainy class, and i still remember thinking: "well i guess now i want to be in the smart class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday they asked for each class to nominated 3 girls and boys for the position of head student. lol and i remember when our names got called out at the end of friend assembly and we were asked to go to mr t's office after and everyone was whispering "OOOooo they're in trouble" but we werent we were all infact nominated for head student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote my speech at 3am on sunday morning in the weekends. i imagined myself giving a speech to the school (like an impromtu) and it turned out pretty good, so i decided to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that monday morning when i gave my speech - that was all such a blur... what i remembe clearest from that day was probably sitting on the stage listening to the other speeches. they were great, but, after the 4th speech, i was kinda getting bored!! lol, not to say that the speeches were boring, i just wanted to do my speech!! lol i couldnt wait i was so excited =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(its 11:57 now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still remember, that friday after school, i went up to mr t's office to ask him if i could move into room14, and it was.. well.. awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;MrT: *looks up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: G-g-good afternoon Mr Thompson.&lt;br /&gt;MrT: Miss Meuli told me you wanted to come and see me. Come in. sit.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gulps* *goes into office.*&lt;br /&gt;MrT: *stare*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sits*&lt;br /&gt;MrT: So, Serena Chen, what did you want to see me for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: well, I was wondering if I could change classes..&lt;br /&gt;MrT: *looks stunned*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was wondering if I could move to Room14..&lt;br /&gt;MrT: and why would you want to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: well, uh, I wana be in endeavour..&lt;br /&gt;MrT: *stares*Me: uh- I mean, I feel that it would be good for my education. (yes, i did say that &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! its 12:00 now! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! HAPPY 2005 - oh i mean 2006!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol there's fireworks going on in the background.. noones cheering tho [dundundun]&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile.. inside my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain1: WTFH WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?! "because i wana be in endeavour" OMFG THAT IS THE LAMEST REASON I HAVE EVER HEARD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain2: aaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain1: DID YOU NOT LISTEN TO A WORD I SAID?!?!! REMEMBER YOU GOTTA BUST OUT DA BIG AND RIDICULOUSLY LONG AND SUPER-INTELLIGENT WORDS THAT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW TO EITHER A)CONFUSE THEM OR 2) MAKE YOU LOOK SLIGHTLY INTELLIGENT OR D) MAKE YOU TURN INTO A DUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain2: please stop using caps lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain1: OH. sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain2: lets go and get icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain1: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brains: *waddles off into the sunset*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---back in 'reality'---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrT: okay well, if you really want to move into room14, you will need to get one of your parents to make an appiontment to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok.&lt;br /&gt;MrT: you may go now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok. *gets up* Thank you for your time. Nice shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *run run run BAIL BAIL BAIL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i may not have said "nice shirt", but all the rest above is all true, and is basically exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 5 was when i moved into room14.here's what saturday that week in my diary looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;05&lt;br /&gt; Netball&lt;br /&gt;             goggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week6 was sea  week, and stacey and i made a kewlas costume. it hangs in my bedroom right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week9 was camp, and if youve read the eltham camp entry in this blog, youll kno just how big it was.. and how crazy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of the page n my diary it has a quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"until i met you i never knew what it was like to look at someone and then :smile: for no reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week10 was sooo kewl coz we learnt self defence and where to aim and stuff =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday of week2term2, they "young leaders" we went to wellington and it was sooo kewl! brock burnt his eyebrows with the barbeque and i didnt get to see it -.- i also bet some of the dudes in arm wrestles =P&lt;br /&gt;the day before i was captain of our netballteam so i had to organise stuff. i dont remember it but its written down in my diary so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next week on friday i went to mallory's sleepova and it was fun as. we camped out in her dad's studio wif the shiny floors and very white walls. in my diary, on the bottom on the page i wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Humble theyself. learn and chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next week in my diary is basically unreadable. its so full of scribbles and post-it notes coz i ran outta room. was i really that busy?? O_o heres what it looks like with the post-it notes on the side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/pic&lt;br /&gt;the next week is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr *flips pages of diary trying to find a coherent page*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O guess wad i found out!!! June the 13th was wen i started to play runescape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week10 (july04-08) was my last week as head gurl ='( lol we had speech comps on that monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/pic of diary entry 04July&lt;br /&gt;term three was murder with crosscountry (as expected) but hey it was fun and all that training paid off wen i came 18th :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh more unreadable and umcomprehensable pages.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday he 26th of august we had our optiminds challenge, which was kewl as! both of our teams won!! our team (or language literate) came up with a genius play, which really was clever and i fink we coulda have gone to aus and taken a placing! +P im no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghla more prep maddess and cross country o_o and wearable arts lol and theres a week when i was so busy i didnt have time to write anything at all O_D  and then theres the dracula rockshow production maddess everywhere O_D *twitches more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and devon idol @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo yesh and taranaki athletic champs %_% i cant believe i got into that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao prep was so funfunfun and sooo crazy and yea lool on the day of the prep market we (sol) by the work of a mircale, for the FIRST time, actually worked for a full one and a half hours!! O_O (LIKE OMFG!!!!)(lol)and twas soo funny wen we were cutting out the stickas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin: shit.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:  *cracks up laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Martin: what?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: what?&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinking): is it just me or does his hair grow back freakishly fast...&lt;br /&gt;Ahumai: you swore!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *nods*/*murmurs in agreement*&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: so?&lt;br /&gt;Martin: so?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: he swears.&lt;br /&gt;Martin: yea.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: say fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Martin: fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: -blink-&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *starts laughing their backsides off*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *almost falls off chair from laughing but falls onto table instead*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA..ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---after 3 straight minutes of laughing---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *goes back to cutting out stickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cutting noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahahaha after market day we made somthing like 1500db+ of profit. no shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the prep auction and a swim on the thursday of the last week of devon. lool patrick, martin, jacob, and i ganged up on one of the waterguns and we got it! yayay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and swimming was fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was prize giving the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and camp was COOL. de raisins we ROKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think thats about enough about the past.. and more about the future!!! w000t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;but i cant be bothered rightr now so ther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its 1:26am right now (lol ive bn readint thru my diary.. gotta get a new one T_T'), and ive gotta arrive at the pools at 11am so O_&lt; im guna have to get up early..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;lol stuff="P" gurl=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113608747417487869?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113608747417487869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113608747417487869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113608747417487869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113608747417487869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/12/de-2006-is-ere.html' title='de 2006 is &apos;ere!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113529686478273804</id><published>2005-12-23T13:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.970+13:00</updated><title type='text'>to the past we say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like a bird in a treetop&lt;br /&gt;anywhere to fly&lt;br /&gt;everything to do&lt;br /&gt;need no reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to be where we are&lt;br /&gt;definitely pleased with that&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the future&lt;br /&gt;but please with where we're at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd like to stay&lt;br /&gt;just a wee bit longer&lt;br /&gt;saying we can't do it&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn't be wronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to friends we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;not knowing how much we'd care&lt;br /&gt;scattered far and wide&lt;br /&gt;loneliness filling the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for all the things we hear and see&lt;br /&gt;we still have this thing called memory&lt;br /&gt;so, like a bird in a treetop&lt;br /&gt;anywhere to fly&lt;br /&gt;everything to do&lt;br /&gt;need no reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--taken from the 2005 Devon Intermediate Leaver's Certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113529686478273804?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113529686478273804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113529686478273804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113529686478273804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113529686478273804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-past-we-say-goodbye.html' title='to the past we say goodbye...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113524606772981407</id><published>2005-12-22T22:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.865+13:00</updated><title type='text'>=O i forgot prizegiving!! and CAMP!!!! *falls off chair*</title><content type='html'>lool after all that i forgot to mention what happened at our prizegiving last friday!! lool you won't believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies well it started off with Anneke and i playing pachebels (sry i spelt it wrong) canon as the people came in, and then i went back into de orchestra and played and stuff.. and then i went to choir and sang and blahx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok and then it started out with the class prizes [which was one general excellence; up to three class diligences; most improved student or class citizenship per class]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wen it got to room 14, guess who got room14 general excellence?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies i was just joking i got general excellence!!! omg omg omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LooL i seriously wasnt expecting it!!!! about half of our class deserved it, so i thought "nah, i wouldn't get it" and coz i only got my attitude towards excellence on the 9th of december!!!=0 freakish!!! and to think that i was put in room 19 at the start of the year... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it came to the tech prizes [which is two students per technicraft subject; one year 7 one year 8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so surprised wen my name got called out!! i didn't expect to do very well in tech -.- lol and i was even more amazed wen my nam got called out *twice*!! i was like whatthehel-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and as it turned out i recieved the year eight performing arts (which anneke deserved but she got the overall excellence in performing arts anyway so maybe thats ok) and get this - metalcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?! lool i was expecting the second one to be something predictable that i would get, like art! lool that was weird.. and yet such a happy moment :D:D:D:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere there was a speech from the principal of NPGH, mrs ellis hu is one kewl princinpal!!! she's one of the main reasons why im looking forward to going to girls hgih niext year :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then kate gave a speech on behald of us four head students (Brock, Dylan, Kate, and I) and she ended it wif a really kewl quote... which i cannot remember 0.o -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the two music awards... the first one was for encouragement in music, and the second was the todd-smythe music award. the first cup was awarded to alison chambers (who is a very accomplished violinist and fully deserved the award :D:D) and the todd-smythe cup went to a person called serena chen! :O *gasp!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt believkjdhslkadjflsjhgdogomgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventalates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the head girl cup!! wowowow lol and now ive got two cups on my piano! :DDD but im guna give the head girl one to kate in june nxt year! :DD *happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo yesh eysh and CAMP!!!! (omg i cant believe i forgot lool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to vertical horizons (in stratford) on monday and tuesday and it was kewl as!!! (eltham was betta tho but o wel we only had two days anyways so meh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies well we arrived and blah (im not guna explain the whole camp hour by hour like i usually do ^-~ hooray) and we were in activity groups and YAYNESS our group didn't get split up!! :P lool we have 7 peeps from rm14 and one from 6 lmao ok ok well there was you kno us krabby bunch (mallory stacey sheryl and me) and then there was the guys (jacob patrick martin and james) and in the end we won the whole hting which was kewl as and we were called "THE RED RAISINS" (altho it wasn't spelt like that on the board.. it was spelt wrong O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and w00t w00t our chant roked!!!! here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. G. L. Y.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got no alibi'&lt;br /&gt;we're raisins!&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;red raisins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't blame us, we're raisins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(knee slap chain thingy :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll shrivel you up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(knee slap chain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED RAISINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(roll off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;oooh yes and at the zip line i went mountain sk8ing and i almost went down from the very TOP of the zip line hill!! w00t and i only fell off once! YAY (and the other time i *jumped* off. there is a difference.) and i made it safely down a good few times too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghla and the disco :P that was funfunfun there was lik nobody left and only stacey and i were dancing for the full two hours o.O rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i fink this post is getting a bit too long so ja. CYAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113524606772981407?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113524606772981407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113524606772981407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113524606772981407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113524606772981407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-i-forgot-prizegiving-and-camp-falls.html' title='=O i forgot prizegiving!! and CAMP!!!! *falls off chair*'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113524503413672715</id><published>2005-12-22T22:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.757+13:00</updated><title type='text'>last day at devon intermediate and last day as a year eight...</title><content type='html'>*waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa* yesterday was my last day at devon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow what a crazy two years it's been. I've learnt so much, and (i know this sounds sooo corny) but ive grown alot as a person too. (yea, like at the beginning of the year i was 166cm, and now im 170cm! w00t 4cm! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol but seriously, this schoool, and most importantly of all, the people at it, has taught me so much, and i have learnt so much from all of them, they don't know how much i shall miss them :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish that this year coulda lasted just a bit longer... lol rm 14 is such a crazeeee class and i really do hope that there is a class reunion some time (like in two years or sumfing lik that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'd have something good to say about everybody in our class, even if someone gave me the roll or somthing lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of rolls, why are the boys always first and then the girls??? i mean what happened to "ladies first"?? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really surprised that i didn't cry. I cried everytime that i heard the song "graduation" (the bg musik that you are hearing right now), and i really thought i was guna cry on the last day. and i didn't. Lol i actually laughed a whole lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol on the last day all we did was help miss gworth lift stuff and move maths stuff to diff rooms and move her stuff to her new room for next year (room 9) and blah.. lol and then we came bak into class and played board games (while other classes went swimming and had singstar comps) lol w00t arent we a bunch of nerds?? :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loolz i played tic tac toe against matt (v.d.t.) and martin and we drew alot O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also wrote weird internet emotes on the piece of yellow paper O.oi;;; XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i played connect four wif sheryl. i think it was 1 all, coz she beat me first (w00t i pulled off another dunce lool!) and then i beat her (by some weird work of a miracle) and then tamati came thru the middle of the game and just kaplooshed the whole thing. or was it katane...? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had assembly and then the bell rang and then miss glentworth gave us lollipops and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang the 'graduation' song wif sheryl and stacey and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was basically it. no inundation of tears, no arghla im geting hugged by everyone, no "mmmphhh" from suffocating in hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just like a very very normal day, with heaps of laughs all round... as if we would all see eachother again the next day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ex-devon peeps, when i say im guna miss youse, i really mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113524503413672715?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113524503413672715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;okies well the social for one thing was crazy crazy fun. it was basically 80% disco and im so proud i did not touch one dude at the social muahahahahahaha lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies and at the prep market it was real kewl too coz our company made... get this: 1424 deBling PROFIT!!!!! that's not including the startup grant AND wif heaps of WAGES taken off!!!!!!!!! =0 w00t w00t go SOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel sold out on everyfink and i bought sooo much SUAGAR it was awesome! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i cant believe im guna have to leave devon this year im guna be so sad lol i love this place its crazeee and full of phsycos XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill miss devon immensely, i really hope that sometime in the future we have a class reunion or sumfink like that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i betta get on wif making the CD for my friends for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l8rs ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113420034986462526?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113420034986462526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113420034986462526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/12/social-and-prep-market-day.html' title='Social and PrEP Market Day'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113419940881474374</id><published>2005-12-10T20:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.526+13:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation - Vitamin C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it came too soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there was me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we go on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the times we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will still be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we make the big money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we look back now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113419940881474374?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113419940881474374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113419940881474374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/12/farewell.html' title='farewell.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113357451771934679</id><published>2005-12-03T13:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.424+13:00</updated><title type='text'>gee I'm not doing this very regualarly eh? -_- i really should =P</title><content type='html'>omfg its december already!!!!!! *hits head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loolz im supposed to b makin tshirst for prep but meh i seriously cant b stuffed lol damn my employees will b happy eh *sarcasm sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeheeheehee i went on a musikk downloadin streak last. uh cant remember but it was recently o__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmaaaahh oh yeah we're going ta camp at vertical horizons on the last monday and tuesday of school yeeeeeeharrrr but the only down thing is that we're going wif rm 6 O_o o wel im sure itll b fine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeheeeeeeeeheeeeheeeee i just burned a mixx cd and im listenen to it rite now its soooo kewl full of all ma fave songs yupp i fink ill give all my friends a personalised mix cd for chrissie! ^_^:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im bored so im guna get sumfink to eat O&gt;o Lol brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i wonder wat a sanwhich would taste like with HEAPS of mayo... *looks evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to make sandwhicgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chomp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey its actually reallniceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chomps more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO ive just blocked *EVERYONE* on my contacts list on msn LMAO Lol ill just unblock them wen they come online XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohhh yea the ennd of yer social is guna b on thursday nxt week yaya im actually guna go this yer! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo wad else??? ionop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beewaaaaaa bubi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113357451771934679?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113357451771934679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113357451771934679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/12/gee-im-not-doing-this-very-regualarly.html' title='gee I&apos;m not doing this very regualarly eh? -_- i really should =P'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-113152730737637246</id><published>2005-11-09T22:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.290+13:00</updated><title type='text'>wowsers i havent done this in yonks</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok lol heaps has happen since the.. uhh... lasrt time ive posted O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess wat?!?! I recieved second place for ze netguide webchallenge!! yaya! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo lookies at mi site hereherehere &lt;a href="http://www.netguidewebchallenge.co.nz/booyashaka"&gt;http://www.netguidewebchallenge.co.nz/booyashaka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayayay and also i got the role of narrator 2 in our school production ze dracula rokshow!!! WhEeeEEEeeeEEEeeEEEeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alsooooooo um um um oh yea i hav enuf points for ma A4E (ive had enough points since last term O.o) but i still need to get it signed off O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. lemme think.. wat else has happened??? umm... well i got into the top 12 of devon idol (aaa how freaky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot im just soo happy lol i just came back from the first evening performance of ze dracula rockshow and man was it gr8!!!! XDXDXDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, as matty put it after the show tonight: "THAT WAS FHCKING GOOD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OOOooooo rachel is getting biatchy again O.o this cannot be good aaaa she told josh about sarah and *ahem* and then someone else musta said somefink about campbell and stacey going out together on runescape (OMFG SOMEBODY SLAP ME) (btw they r not going out on rs... or are they?!?!?!?! *slap*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and after all that commontion, youd think that things woulda hav settled own a bit, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you not love me anymore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o i was just kidding O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaa and now im sticky coz the narrator suits were just sooooo HOT!!! aaaa its was BOILING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [thou does not use excessive exclaimation marks unless serverly disturbed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies well uhhh imma bit in needing of a shower so i g2g CYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm just soooo happy because I've had a YAMHI! a YAM flavoured power bar! XDDD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-113152730737637246?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/113152730737637246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=113152730737637246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113152730737637246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/113152730737637246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/11/wowsers-i-havent-done-this-in-yonks.html' title='wowsers i havent done this in yonks'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112901536730423226</id><published>2005-10-11T17:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.177+13:00</updated><title type='text'>omgoodygoodnessness gaaahhh wow O.o</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg today i got a letter saying that im in the finals for the netguide wbechallenge!!! omg omg omg omg!!! on thursday ill b leaving for auckland and on frienday theres gunna b the prize giving ceremony!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! and thn im coming back yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112901536730423226?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112901536730423226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112901536730423226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112901536730423226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112901536730423226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/10/omgoodygoodnessness-gaaahhh-wow-oo.html' title='omgoodygoodnessness gaaahhh wow O.o'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112876758427734979</id><published>2005-10-08T23:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:57.039+13:00</updated><title type='text'>back from auckers... WOOT anniversary!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesyes w00t w00tynessnesswheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it is my blog's first bday! wheeeeeeeeeeeee *blows candles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol i started this blog on the 8th of october last year... ahhhh good times good times.... well, i am now bk frm auckland, and well geee that was pretty... overall pretty boring. -_- lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well aparts from that it was great! i went to the movies wif mi friend penny, and we went to see cinderella man [see previous post].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.. we also went to victora market [but we didnt buy anyfink] and we went to auckland city library... -_- well atleast i sang random songs on the weay home, and ooo guess wat?!?! we got a new car! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lol our old one broke down and was [dundundun] unfixable wifout coughing up a heapa dough, so we got a new car, and its got radio! wheeeeeeeeeeeee i can now listen to the edge! yaya! lol i hope i dont break this radio lik i did to all mi other radios... O.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soo... well i actually made a new pinkalicious bloggie template but somehow it wont work so i think ill just hav to stiock wif ma old one (unless i somehow miraculously get it working again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hm... well... lol im bored now coz i was just talking to about 9 odd pplz and they were really random and they were also very scary... O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh... yesh yesh well now i am very bored so i shall go now kk buh-bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ x serena x ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112876758427734979?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112876758427734979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112876758427734979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112876758427734979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112876758427734979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-from-auckers-woot-anniversary.html' title='back from auckers... WOOT anniversary!!!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112857045563068785</id><published>2005-10-06T16:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.924+13:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey pplz in im auckers!</title><content type='html'>lol i watched cinderella man today (at the movies)... it was a very good movie - very violent! lolz i cried &gt;.&lt; Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm mi friend is practicing the piano rite now and damn shes really good at piano! O.o wowness she plays so f-a-s-t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... im kinda b0red O.o again.... dunno wat to doowaaa meep lol i got a book out frm the auckland central library i guess i should probably read that... -_- its called illusions by richard bach and hmm i guess i should probably type this in just incase i wana try and find it at a anew plymouth library... hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112857045563068785?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112857045563068785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112857045563068785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/10/heyhey-pplz-in-im-auckers.html' title='heyhey pplz in im auckers!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112841803715505500</id><published>2005-10-04T22:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.778+13:00</updated><title type='text'>OOooo lookies at wat i found!</title><content type='html'>hey hey hey look at this! Lol i was just going thru some of my old websites that i made, and i found this!!! --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;July 2nd 2004:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;WOW. O.o Its been FOUR MONTHS since I've typed in this diary. O.o How time flies, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, yesterday, we had our Ranui (which is kinda a reward at the end of each term), and we played a huge game of predetor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, let me explain the game quickly so I don't sound like some guy from indenesia or somethin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;everyone gets givin a card, and on that card, is an animal, and some stickers. The stickers are your lives, and the animal, is you. Now, there are five levels of the food chain: at the bottom in like, non-meat eaters and small creatures (like flies and rats), and then the small predetors (like feral cats), and then the large predetors (lions, bears, etc), then the elements (fire, water, air and eath), and then man. You can kill anything that is below your level on the food chain, eg: if you are at the bottom of the food chain, you have to run from everything. If you're a small predetor, you can only kill the non-meat eaters, but you can be killed by everything else. If you are a large predetor, you can kill two levels of animals. If you are an element, you can basically kill anything (except for man). Man can kill you by just spotting you and calling out your name. That's why man doesn't come in until the last ten minutes of the game. Now, If you are not an element (and you can't be man, coz man has to be a teacher), then your goal is to survive for an hour, and decode the word. each letter of the word will be hidden at different locations, and they are food stations. Your goal is to also find these food stations, and collect all the letters. there will be a pen at each food station, so you can write the letter at the back of your card. Within two metre radius of a food station, you are safe, and noone can kill you. If you are an element, then you can't really win the game, but your goal is to kill and collect as many lives as possible, more than other elements. The element with the most lives win a prize. If somone kills your life, they have to identify themselves first, by holding up their card, and you then have to do the same. Then, the one who is killed, has to had over a life, which is a sticker. If all your lives are gone, then you are officially dead, and you have to go to the animal cemetery. The game lasts for one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Phew! That was alot of explaining! Predetor is one huge game, and was played by about 100 students yesterday. Here's what happened to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;When we first arrived at the location the we were going to be playing in, I have absolutely no idea just how big the area was gonna be. Then, when  the teacher said go, we all idmeadiatlly began running off to... anywhere. Even the elements (who, then, I had no idea who), had to run off, so they wouldn't give themselves away. I started by running up the hill of long grass (completely ignoring the fact that there was a track of good ground beside me) and started hiding already, when the game was in the first five minutes. Then, while I was hiding in the long grass, I saw Campbell, about ten metres infront of me, hiding in the long grass as well. Can't really blame him for hiding already, he was wearing very bright clothing, which was very noticable (unlike me, da combat chick, who had army colours and mud on my face. hehehe). I then tried to come up with a quick statagy, as I began to move more into the huge field of long grass. while I was in the middle of the field, I saw people frantically running towards one single ttee, and figured that was a food station. I had to climb up the hill of long grass to get to it, while other people followed the track. silly me. When I finally got up to the food station, I saw heaps of people, more than I thought there was. There was even a semi-kinda line towards the pen to write the letter! Desiree was infront of me, and I think Callen was there as well. Campbell was also there too, and he was planning out his strategy quite logically (me, on the other hand, just went whenever, wherever, and just followed the crowd and took things as they came). I don't think I even had a strategy! We talked for a while about food stations and he said something about Ben being a element coz he was jus walkin around in ze open. He also mentioned that he himself was at the bottom of the food chain. Then I thought: Well, better not just sit here and talk, and set off to find another food station. I went down the hill first (or tried to anyway), and that was the time when I thought without thinking! I kinda semi-twisted my ankle, and then I thought without thinking: 'if I let that happen, it would hurt. so I bend my knee, and fall. then that would not hurt'. That all happen in a split second. On my way, I got killed by Sheridon, who was a croc, and Xavier, who was... AN ELEMENT!!! Then I when up again to the last food station, and went along the tall trees, and heard footsteps. I quitely followed them, and found another food station! Callen was at that one. I then went across the feild of long grass to this tree in the middle of the field. That tree had leaves and what not around it, unlike the other trees which were bare, so I though there might have been something there, so I went there. On my way, I think i got killed by Xavier AGAIN. WHY ME?!?! Anyhow, I when under the tree with leaves, and I saw Campbell (again) and Ben. Ans as it turns out, Ben was at the bottom of the food chain too! They also said something about a food station being somewhere in the bush, coz they saw some paper flapping, but Campbell also mentioned it was too risky. And then I was like: are you kidding? Risk is my middle name! and set off. Umm.. now I know I should of listened to them, coz on my way there, Two elements ganged up on me! One was kyle, and I forgot who the other one was. Kyle took my last life, so I had to go to the animal cemetery. I was lucky enough to get reincarnated, and went back into the game. Then, I met Sarah W, and asked her for a life, and she, being a wonderfuly nice person, gave one to me. Then, I saw Sarah H beside a food station, along with Rachel. I then went along the array bushes and trees, and, just along one side of the playing grounds, I found four food stations! Then, I went along the top of the hill again.Then I saw Xavier, and now that I know for sure he's an elelment (coz he killed me twice), I quickly laid down in the long grass, and held my breath. i'm glad that I wore camouflage -ish colours, coz when I got up, he was gone. Then I spotted Callen somewhere not far away. Then all of the sudden, he shouted: 'LOOK BEHIND YOU!' and when I turned around, and there was someone sneaking up behind me!!! Iran, but I wasn't fast enough coz I had to get up on my feet, while he was already on his feet. Darn it. Lost another life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hm... thats all there was -_- o wel... nice to look back on the good ol' days as a humble young year 7... *reminising moment* *thoughtful music in background*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol and also, wen i was going thru mi old webbies, i found a collection on my songs that i wrote...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahh lol i wana type out all the songs coz i like them ^_^ but heres a few (btw if you're wondering why im all of the sudden typing so much its coz that tomorrow we're gong to auckers and i dont fink there'll b any internet (-_-) so im just guna type heaps and heaps and heaps woot! o o o lololo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now.. time for some o da songs that i wrote!::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;SongBird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;I want to be a bird,&lt;br /&gt;stand on the edge of a cliff and spread my wings...&lt;br /&gt;do only what I desire,&lt;br /&gt;no one to tell me how to stand and sing&lt;br /&gt;coz,&lt;br /&gt;there's nobody out there,&lt;br /&gt;who can&lt;br /&gt;take&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the sun has set&lt;br /&gt;and starry nights are darkening into slumber&lt;br /&gt;even if the rain restricts my willpower&lt;br /&gt;I will still fly outside,&lt;br /&gt;even if the sun may hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...no words,&lt;br /&gt;to describe...&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;night is falling&lt;br /&gt;the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;no where&lt;br /&gt;to hide&lt;br /&gt;no one to stand beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is moving on&lt;br /&gt;is this the price I have to pay for freedom&lt;br /&gt;listen to the birds singing their song&lt;br /&gt;and like them&lt;br /&gt;inside I will stay strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;no words to describe...&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light is shining&lt;br /&gt;sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;gone is the cold sound&lt;br /&gt;no time&lt;br /&gt;to cry&lt;br /&gt;now that I must fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;no words to describe&lt;br /&gt;la da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a bird&lt;br /&gt;stand on the edge of a cliff and spread my wings...&lt;br /&gt;do only what I desire&lt;br /&gt;no one to tell me how to stand and sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly&lt;br /&gt;and fall,&lt;br /&gt;and float in bubbles,&lt;br /&gt;soar away from everyday troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gee that was fun... now for another!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lol this is the last i promise ^-~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have a true soul&lt;br /&gt;friends who treat me like a human being&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be immune to the cold&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is what I've been seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at night&lt;br /&gt;I cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;just because&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fight for the things that I wanna keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your package&lt;br /&gt;has an unbreakable seal&lt;br /&gt;and it just frustrates me so much&lt;br /&gt;till its the only thing I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why I go through with this life&lt;br /&gt;being little miss perfect&lt;br /&gt;with my heart stabbed by a knife&lt;br /&gt;wanting,&lt;br /&gt;waiting,&lt;br /&gt;believing I can&lt;br /&gt;lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;with a pencil in my hand&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to heal&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to feel,&lt;br /&gt;(coz)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm shaking here&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of this pouring rain?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm hanging here&lt;br /&gt;like a melody in pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I fight&lt;br /&gt;I seem only weak&lt;br /&gt;But I'll become&lt;br /&gt;Stronger every night, with the truth I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your package&lt;br /&gt;has an unbreakable seal&lt;br /&gt;and it just frustrates me so much&lt;br /&gt;till its the only thing I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why I go through with this life&lt;br /&gt;being little miss perfect&lt;br /&gt;with my heart stabbed by a knife&lt;br /&gt;wanting,&lt;br /&gt;waiting,&lt;br /&gt;believing I can&lt;br /&gt;lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;with a pencil in my hand&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to heal&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to feel,&lt;br /&gt;(coz)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I am&lt;br /&gt;and this is my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see&lt;br /&gt;and what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;someone who I dream to be&lt;br /&gt;Coz I just wanna laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dare,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your package&lt;br /&gt;has an unbreakable seal&lt;br /&gt;and it just frustrates me so much&lt;br /&gt;till its the only thing I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why I go through with this life&lt;br /&gt;being little miss perfect&lt;br /&gt;with my heart stabbed by a knife&lt;br /&gt;wanting,&lt;br /&gt;waiting,&lt;br /&gt;believing I can&lt;br /&gt;lead a better life&lt;br /&gt;with a pencil in my hand&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to heal&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to feel,&lt;br /&gt;(coz)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz when everything just feels so rightI go and turn it upside-down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Copyright Serena Chen dont forget that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okies... phew that was.. incredibly long, and it also took an incredible amount of copy and psting and shift+enters... now... does anyone hav a pie dish??? o cmon pplz! a pie dish is all i ask for!!! ;______; is that too difficult?!?!?! pie dish.. oh please i need a pie dish!!!! how wants some cheese?! &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okies so 2morrow ill b off at auckers so i wont b seeing u until saturday! cya and ttfn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112841803715505500?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112841803715505500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112841803715505500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112841803715505500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112841803715505500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/10/ooooo-lookies-at-wat-i-found.html' title='OOooo lookies at wat i found!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112841599352855419</id><published>2005-10-04T20:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.656+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh ze holidays... one must say for one self: woot woot have some bork</title><content type='html'>ahh yesh.. ze holidays... a time wen we all can relax, not get up 5 minutes b4 skool, sleep in till 2pm, blahx and all that cheese like zat. hokies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat to do??? gahhh i fink the only downside to ze holidays is... wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**30 horribly quite seconds later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b0red0m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing which our hopelessly stupid human species must all gang up on one day eventually in the very far/never future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yesh yesh, and because i am very oh-so daringly bored, i shall now provide you wif a small quide to emotes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^         I am happy&lt;br /&gt;^___^       I am happy, but have a wide mouth &lt;br /&gt;^_^;      I am happy, yet sweaty &lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;         I am looking to the right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;         I am looking to the left &lt;br /&gt;;__;         I am crying&lt;br /&gt;O__O       I am shocked&lt;br /&gt;X__X        I have died somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? All pretty basic. You'll need to learn how to incorporate those into pretty much every sentence you type. But don't let these little simple emoticons stop you from experimenting with your very own custom anime emoticons. The great thing about these is that they're already so shitty and incomprehensible that you can make your very own, and no one will ever notice. Let's look at a few that I just now made up, and the meanings that go along with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%__%                         I have an STD on my eyes. Please avoid contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;2____5                        I just had the numbers 2 and 5 tattooed on my eyes for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;d__Y;;;;;                   I am sorry to hear that you are the King of Egypt. I appreciate the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;______o&gt;;;;;;;;;     There is a Manta Ray in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;_________!;;;    I just finished having a conversation wif [insert icky thing here], and have defecated on myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent. Now that you have your various emoticons, it's time to use them in a real conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;You: OMG HELLO! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How are you&lt;br /&gt;You: I AM FINE ^o^ &gt;___&gt;;;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Okay&lt;br /&gt;You: O_O;;;;;;; -_____- &gt;o&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Stop that&lt;br /&gt;You: 6__gh;;;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: *signs off*&lt;br /&gt;You: ;_______________________________________;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i got this (the guide below) frm a random site that mi friend sarah told me about &gt;.&lt;&gt;_&gt; heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a part of the guide to being a hopelessly annoying anime fan-girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Learn A Couple of Japanese Words and Use Them in Every Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by this, I don't mean try to learn any serious amount of Japanese. Not even enough to form a basic sentence, either. Basically, what you're gonna be looking to learn are a few select words that can be used ad-nauseum in virtually every sentence you vomit out of your brain. Let's go over a couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii - Pronounced "Kuh-why". Use this word whenever you want to say that something is cute. For example, if you see a small mangy alley cat that's ridden with disease, you will point to it and scream "OMG KITTY ISH SO KAWAII!" Your friends, depending on who you're with, will either scream in girly excitement, or punch you in the throat until you can't ever speak again. If you're going to be the type of Anime fan girl that is hopelessly annoying, then you're going to be using this word a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka - Pronounced "Bah-kuh". Baka basically means stupid, dumb, retarded, etc. You'll most often use this word to jokingly refer to your friends, who will no doubt come to hate you forever even after three or four uses of it. But that's the price you'll have to pay to be an anime fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at a quick example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I just tested HIV positive&lt;br /&gt;You: AWWW YOU ISH SO BAKA. BAKA HEAD! SO BAKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all you'll need for right now. Those two words alone will cause endless hours of teeth-gritting hatred amongst your friends. Try to mix them up for fun. Let's see how we can combine the two words we learned into a coherent conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Can't you understand? I have AIDs. I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;You: AWW WITTLE GIRL SO SAD! HERE ISH KAWAII DRAWING FOR BAKA FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I'm going to kill myself. You can have my cat.&lt;br /&gt;You: OMG KITTY ISH SO KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job! Now, keep practicing until you're good enough that people will start throwing rocks at you if you come within twenty feet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? wasnt that helpful? im sure everyone now wants to become a wittle ish kawaii american anime fangirl! (gee that was along sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* o great. im bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what to do? im basically banned frm rs until we get back from auckland on saturday (happy birthday to sheryl ^_^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and this is wat happens wen you tell serena not to do sunfnk annoying ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i could always talk to maself, but the thing is, last time i did that basically everyone blocked me ;____;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112841599352855419?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112841599352855419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112841599352855419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112841599352855419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112841599352855419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahh-ze-holidays-one-must-say-for-one.html' title='ahh ze holidays... one must say for one self: woot woot have some bork'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112692338403086120</id><published>2005-09-17T13:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.517+13:00</updated><title type='text'>tyres and cheese r cool!!!!!!!!!!woot woot it is i ha!</title><content type='html'>yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wot wootyness O.o yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baa! moo lambs pork chops! woot wootyness ness faxmacgines yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... uhh... mama?? oh yes! THAT IS RIGHT!!! I HAVE TO WARN YOU OF SOMETHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuHAhHAhaHAhahaA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?rejected!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u feel the love? i love me and i bet u love u too! so yeah were ment to b doing wearable arts but aS U CAN SEE WERE NOT IM GETTING MSN YAY IT IS I STACEY THE ONE AND ONLY WOOT WOOT !!!!!!!!!! HOKI DOKI IDEAS 4 WEARABLE ARTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DONT BOTHER&lt;br /&gt;2.EAT STUFF&lt;br /&gt;3.LOVE TYRES&lt;br /&gt;4.GO ON MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:5.SERENIEGIRL266@YAHOO.CO.NZ"&gt;5.SERENIEGIRL266@YAHOO.CO.NZ&lt;/a&gt; ADD ME SO I CAN BLOCK U!! nah man jk&lt;br /&gt;6. tyres_and&lt;a href="mailto:tyres_and_cheese_r_cool@hotmail.com"&gt;_cheese_r_cool@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; add stacey too so we can both ambush you!!! MuahHAhahaHAhahahahaHAhahahaHAHAhHAhHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... to trell you da truth, we dont really neeed to think bout wearable arts and hey theres this really sk-e-to-da-wlizzle site called gizzogle which can ,ake any boring/kewl as site gansta weird and kewl O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOOHH!!!! O.o O.o koh. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*niose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lie it yeah u herd me i lie!!!!!!!!1 ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh it is so good to get it off my toe nothing seams to get it off but yes indeed u r a bad person just like ben c from room 14 devon intermediate skool new plymouth new zealand he lives at 5 shizzle to ya nizzle st give him a visit if a great experance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woot imma lvl 63 on runey hahahahah IN UR FACE DUDES WHO PLAY RS ( and are a lower lvl thn me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b careful or the green stiff will eat u !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u would like to ba good citazon please donate ur hair/ear to the nearest pond on ur head it willl b ur friend 4 eva........unlees it decides it doesnt like u.......... rejected!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies, soh... wad shall we spam about now?? i duno duno dunoooo gahhhhh DYSLEXSIAAAAA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-plomplock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it meens head but the nearest blue in guotomolen ay it with me now plomplock yes thats good now dont eat the chalk or u will end up selling multi coloured hair dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i have noo idea... gahhh.. why must i be eating this?!?!?! WTF?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you likka giant green bisuit??? o wel dont mind meeh *scoffs YOU* MuahhHhhahaHAhHAHhHahahaHAhahA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayai can suck on the biscuit can YOU suck on the biscuit (and no im not being dodgy but are YOU being dodgy??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAHHHHHH EARTQUAKKEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mind mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah its a hand!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 5 min till we can ambush u dont u feel speical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeee6wf4376 see thats my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32532 thats it 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacwy see that1 it isnt deformed! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112692338403086120?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112692338403086120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112692338403086120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/09/tyres-and-cheese-r-coolwoot-woot-it-is.html' title='tyres and cheese r cool!!!!!!!!!!woot woot it is i ha!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112626267804746553</id><published>2005-09-09T22:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.381+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the cheese, the cheese is on fire, the cheese is on fire... OMG THE CHEESE!!!</title><content type='html'>O.o what a weird title O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya today is teacher only day! yayayayay! ^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went ova to mallorys house and we played games and we broke things &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;lolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGAAHHH stacey and i still have to START our wearable arts dresss, and our group still has too START out model on the clock tower..... -_- my goodness O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you know what, we're gunna steal the real clock tower and use that as our model... and we might just bother to put in a model in its place so noone suspects anything... ^_^ kewl as bros! any of youse wana help us drag the NP clock tower so we can use it as our model???? huhuhuh so doo ya wana doo ya wanna??? if so, email mee! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolo yeah and we got our third doses of MeNZB today... &gt;.&lt; needle jabs youchies XD lol actualyl it didn;t hurt! yayness! and we got a jelly bean! and free paper to fold into paper aeroplanes! ^_^_^ yay! kewl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o GAH i just realised that i have soo many things to do for Prep... like how i hav to write thing thingymabob for the PrEP Aired thingy... yaa da newsletter... gahhhh... we must save mccta@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. speaking on MCTTA, rite now its kinda died down a bit... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it shalnt!! WE MUSTNT LET THE FLAME DIE OUTT!!!!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hav u evn seen the site??? (for that matter, WHO are you???)&lt;br /&gt;well if you haven't, heres the linkk to it: &lt;a href="http://mctta.tripod.com"&gt;http://mctta.tripod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its this real kewl as site about a very underrated creature, often disregarded at fax machine's company's ceremonies: the tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should you join and become a member??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD YOU?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*well... should you? geez you still haven't answered the question have you. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol geez im REALLY weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD but then, so is everyone else in my class XDDD x2.5 woop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps your cup with a large smelly tuna fish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i got that off jeremy XD random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;*eats tuna fish*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. wait....... *scribbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cooks tuna fish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eats tuna fish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therr. ^_^ yummy. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112626267804746553?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112626267804746553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112626267804746553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112626267804746553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112626267804746553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/09/cheese-cheese-is-on-fire-cheese-is-on.html' title='the cheese, the cheese is on fire, the cheese is on fire... OMG THE CHEESE!!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112590800238468857</id><published>2005-09-05T20:13:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.265+13:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how looong it has been... *GASP*</title><content type='html'>yes, it has been VERY long since the last time that I've made a post... indeed. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, phew! soo many things have happened... lol i dunno where to start! um hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we won optiminds! yup, thats right folks, we won &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; divisions! weeeeeeeeeeee i was soooo happpy! ^_^_^_^ lol and we got a kewl as gold pen too ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and um... oh yeah and we had auditions for this production that our skool is doing - the DRACULA ROCKSHOW. pretty shady eh? and I got the part of Narrator @! woot! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.. hmm... and oh yeah imma lvl 60 on runey now lol yayness! ^_^ lalahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah i g2g now... hmm lol i cant think of anything else to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps and im gunna b entering like two webbies into the netguide web challenge! lol why? coz i can. (no im serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki now i g2g byebye and cya next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tally ho chaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112590800238468857?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112590800238468857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112590800238468857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112590800238468857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112590800238468857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-how-looong-it-has-been-gasp_05.html' title='oh how looong it has been... *GASP*'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112445331887721643</id><published>2005-08-20T00:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:56.073+13:00</updated><title type='text'>So I try to hold onto a time when nothing matters, and I can't erase the things that I've done...</title><content type='html'>lol Im listenin to Untitled by Simple Plan again. It is midnight rite now and I hav bn on runey for like four hours O.o lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, mi mum and mi sis hav just came bk frm da dairy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEways , lol it was sooo funni i like wasted 2 whole hours on runey just typin in random stuffs and talking to miself and w00t it was sooo funni! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all like "no how do you know this?!" "because i am your true father" "nooooooooooo" "yes... luke, my daughter..." "never!" "yes you cannot escape!" no" "yes" "oh just shut up the two of you!" "NOOOO" lool and i tried to help out this dude who had his account hacked in lool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um but i dont think he trusts me now coz he thinks i work for the dude who had hacked into his account weird lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh im soo sad :( nobody is on msn... but then again... ool its midnite so i dont think theer would be any peeps on.. but theres heaps of ppl frm us and aus... they should be on... wahh i hope they havent blocked me or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well *yawn* im le tired... i shall go to sleeeeeeeeeppyyy now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112445331887721643?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112445331887721643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112445331887721643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112445331887721643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112445331887721643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-try-to-hold-onto-time-when.html' title='So I try to hold onto a time when nothing matters, and I can&apos;t erase the things that I&apos;ve done...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112418918934207617</id><published>2005-08-16T22:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.946+13:00</updated><title type='text'>16th of august i think...</title><content type='html'>i am writing this entry from my new home. This place is sooo cold! it hardly gets any sunshine at all! i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets just stray away from the negative things for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is quiet late in the evening lol! tomorrow we've got another meetin for opti-minds... lol k8B and i stil hav to finish da script O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol our class is doing the research thing on da sudoku puzzle 4 homework and lol i went onto wikipedia and i write innit "endeavour pplz! endeavours da best!" lol and it actually went onto da actual sitey! lmao and i also put up a whole pharagraph on cheating! ;p loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggaaahhhh my fingerrs r frozen... ge did i mention that this new house is like an ice cage??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um hmm... tomorrow is mi busyy day again... lol and guess wat i still hav young leaders meetings evn tho im not head girl no more :( oh great. now i can't do orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! i jus remembered! stace and i still have to start making da wearable arts thing and sarah (H) is not too happy about the group formations... we still havent talked about it a skool coz staceys bn away and all (sheryl thinks shes tryin to skip out on devon idol lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah thats rite devon idol! we had pt one of ze endeavour auditions today! and i brang ma ukelele and i gots thru! whooppeeee! ^_^ happiness ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i cant wait to see how the othere peoples do on ditv... but lol id h8 to se mself tho.. *cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ahhh today we also had your spellin test and hey this time i didnt suck! weee yay! ^_^_^_^ i onli gots 6 words wrong! and most of zem is bcoz i thought it was a completey differnt word lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol today i made ma own dinna and thy were hamburgers and OOOooo they didn;t turn out dodgy! mmm they were actually quite nice ^_^ hmm hamburgers... yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoo it was real weird today coz afta skool mr. rodden told me sumthin about ma australasian computa skills test... dunno.... wat did i do really well??? i hope so! lol it would be kewl if i had gotten like alll da questions rite, or like the top score in da country or sumthin like that eh??? or it could jus be a high distinction... but i got that last year so its not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; spec... but id be trillled jus da same tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i wonder wat song i should sing for round two of devon idol... hmm maybe untitled by simple plan... its a very well-written song! or maybe i should sing a song that i wrote by myself! that would be taking quiet a big risk bcoz then thatll mean that the peeps dont know the tune, so it may sound very strnage, plain, and dry... but it definitely would be very unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its nearly 11 o'clock now, so i think i betta go lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p to the eace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--reeree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;lol i was just thinkin, how many nicknames do i hav for myself now???&lt;br /&gt;-sereniegirl&lt;br /&gt;-serenie&lt;br /&gt;-reenie&lt;br /&gt;-reens&lt;br /&gt;-caketaker&lt;br /&gt;-reeree&lt;br /&gt;gee thats alot! O.o lol OKAY! fine fine ill go now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112418918934207617?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112418918934207617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112418918934207617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112418918934207617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112418918934207617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/08/16th-of-august-i-think.html' title='16th of august i think...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112389542970093145</id><published>2005-08-13T12:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.823+13:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o gee its been a looooong time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow its bna long time since i last updated....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol we jus had netball andwe won 19-12! yipeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm... so much totell, so little time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, first of all, im gunna bee entering the netguide web challenge! im doing my site on da black death, but youse cant see ityet ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im also gunna enter the taranaki wearable arts comp wit stace and sarah... kewl eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah and i entered into da fonterra science fair in da observational drawing bit and i gots a merit outta that... and i jus got mi service merit! yayas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um, mi parent were thinkin of movingto hawerra, but i refused. um and now they want to move me upto auckland!! weird, eh? freaky too. i dun wanna move! me like NP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um, im in opti-minds too, and we're doing this challenge called time afta time (not spelt that way tho) lol we hav to be at skool 2morrow starting to make our costumes, and we still dunno wat to do!!! O.o we r gunna die! O.o okis maybe not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah thats rite guess wat im CEO for a venture in PrEP! woohoo our company is called signs of life and im giving my workers a really low wage... ^_^ lol like 1 deBling per session ^_^ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um, i've enrolled miself at girls high, butmi parents want me to go to a betta high skool... BUT I DUN WANNA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O.o okis now i can't remember wat i was gunna say coz im downloading 4things and im on msn at the same time lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah devon idol auditions hav jus begun as well... lol i brought mi ukelele two times in a row expecting that there was gunna be auditions for endeavour but now its on nxt tuesday!!! poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think im gonna sing greenday (that sad september song... u know, the only one that doesnt a hav swear word in it...lol) wit ma uko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw thats a ukelele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoop i gotta do a thing on fridai assembly in november and it has to be a piano performance lol i wonder wat i should play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah and the new head students are k8B and dylan! yay go da endeavour house captains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoo hoo yeah ive jus finished ma downloading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm... wad else hav i gots to say??? lol i cant rememebr (shocking memory i tell u...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, thats about itfor now... i gotta pack mi stuff into boxes coz we gonna move tothis otzzer place now... tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laterz y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112389542970093145?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112389542970093145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112389542970093145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112389542970093145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112389542970093145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/08/oo-gee-its-been-looooong-time.html' title='O.o gee its been a looooong time...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112279800956505987</id><published>2005-07-31T20:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.711+13:00</updated><title type='text'>woot lol wad a blast!</title><content type='html'>lol i jus had ma bday partay today! woohooo it was soo kewl as! everything was PINKK!!!! yaya! ^_^^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol we went on funnyjunk and we watched ze end of ze world and man it was sooooo funny!!!!! roflmao! lol and i still have likka heap of work to do! lol i hav to finish mi website for da webchallenge like a month b4 it ACTUALLY has to be finished coz mr mcleod is in some sort of huffy... dunno why tho lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i also hav to pack for da 13-hour skool day tomorrow lol so that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have to make and print four copies of an ad advertising for employees for mi company, which i still do not know the name of, lol i still need to make a logo and decide how many peeps (i think that means people)  im goona need O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i still here?!?! I HAVE NO IDEA! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112279800956505987?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112279800956505987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112279800956505987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112279800956505987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112279800956505987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/woot-lol-wad-blast.html' title='woot lol wad a blast!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112252795864699833</id><published>2005-07-28T16:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.618+13:00</updated><title type='text'>lol me gots an interview tomorrow for CEO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:cheri, tahoma, defult;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lol we're having this programme called PrEP at our skool and its like this marketing thingymabob and u hav to make CVs and stuffs like thatand u hav to apply for jobs and its all very real-life like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive applied for CEO but sumone else must of thought of a similar idea to me so we have to go for an interview lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i gotta go for an interview and i gotta wear this buisness-like outfit lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay so here i am bored as hell again and i have got so much work to do lol! im always like this why?!?!?! lol i dunno. ive still gots ma invite for mi bday partay to finish and thn give out... lol its gunna bee this sunday yay! lol imma on msn atm so this may be quiet short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyways... wad was i talking about?!?! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh okay so yeah im a very time wasting person arent i? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mi sis is bugging mee to play rs (i think shes a ddicted to it lol) so i g2g now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye and wishme luck for the interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112252795864699833?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112252795864699833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112252795864699833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112252795864699833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112252795864699833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/lol-me-gots-interview-tomorrow-for-ceo.html' title='lol me gots an interview tomorrow for CEO!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112236380326549518</id><published>2005-07-26T18:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.501+13:00</updated><title type='text'>yaya! today is ma birthday! ^_^ happiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;weeeeeeeewwwwwooooohooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7781/594/1600/004[1].gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today is ma bday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7781/594/1600/004[1].gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7781/594/320/004%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gee wad an interesting day...lol my netball team jus randomly sang happy bday to mee and it was so nice of them! lol like two thirds of rm14 decided to shame me out too by singing happy bday to mee lol! and sherly gave mee a card too and a real kewl as bday pressie (and feather tip biro! its kewl as) yayayaya! *is happified* gee everyone is so nice! ^_^_^_^ happynessnessness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lol we went to te whiti museum in hawera today, and lol on the bus trip there i was laughing sooo hardout and a bee must of bn annoyed by it so thn it decided to sting my forehead lol but it was very stupid to do that coz thn it died.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but anyways miss gworth gave me some kinda gel to rub on it and thn the gel turned REALLY WHITE! O.o lol i was nearly glow in the dark! teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways, the meseum was mostly about the pre-maori eroupean ppl that were at da nakiand came to taranaki aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggesss ago... wait, no, it was ALL about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;lol i didn't avtually learn as much as i thought i would, theonly thing that i can remember that i learnt frm that was da diff between a musket and a breech-type gun bk thn...... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyways, afta we got bk we jus did som p.e. and team assembly and blahx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;afta skool i had violie practice and netball... blahx gahhh why am i sooo bOred?!?! gah this shall be the death of me... boredom. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... yeah. and btw is there anyone here?!?!?! if so plsplspls tag mee! it seems soo empty in here... *echoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all the ramblings frm me for today! bya and i hope you dont die! lol random!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112236380326549518?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112236380326549518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112236380326549518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112236380326549518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112236380326549518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/yaya-today-is-ma-birthday-happiness.html' title='yaya! today is ma birthday! ^_^ happiness!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112159024971871211</id><published>2005-07-17T20:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.305+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sundi da 17th o july... quick post</title><content type='html'>weeeeeeeeee ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i need to get off o da net soon so this is gonna be a real quickpost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ijustfeellike posting coz iam so darn BORED and yeah..... and noone on msn will talk to mee they're all busy buisybusy busy busy ahhhh how sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i can ramble ramble ramble on here! ^_^ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, how am i? thanks for asking, i am fine. it is raining, it is freezing, i am completely bored outta my mind, but hey, i am sane. (which is an extremely uncommon phenomena that has never been revealed to public eyes before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol you see, this is the problem - IM SANE!!!! imma person that LIVES I TELL YOU!!! *hyperventerlates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we go! that's more like it! i was getting worried that i had lost my personal trait lol! ^_^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swishes arms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee you know swishing your arms canbe amazingly entertaining!!! wow! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swishes some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if ur doing it to musikk... thn its extra fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swishhhh swishhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FRIZZLES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol i like that word. frizzles. its kewl. oh yes! thats rite...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD'S COMPUTER IS SINGING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*screams inbackground*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*lightning flashes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**flash**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry there... ijust wanted to create some suspense.... but oh the tragicnessnessness! i am sooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! I must find some chippies to crunch on!!! *finds packets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOoooooo... rashuns! yum yum! *chews*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chews more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chewwingggfff ttypyingf witrh jknucklwes**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm... cheese and bacon... *chewscmore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh need to go now byebyebye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112159024971871211?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112159024971871211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112159024971871211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112159024971871211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112159024971871211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/sundi-da-17th-o-july-quick-post.html' title='sundi da 17th o july... quick post'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112121714984292639</id><published>2005-07-13T12:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.165+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhh to day is thursday!!!! but nooo it is actually wednesday!!! how can this be???</title><content type='html'>Oh gee this is probably the worst and the most stupid and idiotic stuff up ive eva done so far... I thought today was thursday!!!!! oh shitakee mushrooms! oh fish-paste! oh tartar sauce! that was just NOT COOL! i mean, i guess its fine to think that today was another day except for wednesday, considering that I had four hours of sleep last nite (fell asleep @ 2am, woke up this mornin @ 6am) and all because of the piano competiton!!!! wait a minute... wat piano comp?!?!?! the piano comp is on thursday! "but today is thursday!" i say! but alas! this was not so! so basically i got up at 6am for nuthin. damn you brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ive bn having excessive... brain disfunctions lately.... i tink is bcoz of all those braincells that ive lost due to lack on sleep or thereof (i seriously dont know wad that means by hey! im trying to sound intelligent here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh why is everyone getting soooo sick?!??! its those evil chickens i tell you! i mean i know they say: "peace, love, and chickengrease" but i think that those furry little things that sqwak are getting a tinsy bit too suspicious... **strokes imaginary beard**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nah, seriously, campbell has pneomia (aarrrggghhh cant spell) which is, like a serious lung infection (actually, its an inflammation of one or both of the lungs) and that is just NOT COOL! ahhhhhhhh and i thought appendicitis was bad! that can be treated in an instant (pretty much, yea) but i dont know if they can treat this or not ahhhhh this is so scary! everyone is gettin sick ahhhhhh i hope he gets betta soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, *breathe breathe* enough of scary stuff for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive added two new songs to da jukeboxx, and ive put in a warning mark [!] beside all those songs that hav unsensord swearw*rds in thm! but its hard to find non-sensord stuff you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.... wad else... ohyeah! visit silly sheeba (aka sarah's) blogg at &lt;a href="http://sillysheeba.blogspot.com"&gt;http://sillysheeba.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; its realy kewl! trust me! (altho the opacity script doesnt work in firefox) (lol here i am talking html blahhx again lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo yeah... hello peoples of this internet world! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i feel like bursting out into a random song again! *doodoodoooodooodooo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**doing everythin that i believe in**...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well imma gonna get real corny wit this song floatin around mee so i betta leave now before WE ALL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about that. I shall now eascape from this awkward situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112121714984292639?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112121714984292639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112121714984292639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112121714984292639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112121714984292639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahhhhhhh-to-day-is-thursday-but-nooo.html' title='Ahhhhhhh to day is thursday!!!! but nooo it is actually wednesday!!! how can this be???'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112088120030674128</id><published>2005-07-09T15:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:55.005+13:00</updated><title type='text'>teeheehee twas sooo fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teeheehee last nite was soooo fun! oki so campbell and i were on msn and oliver was online so i thought id invite him into the convo and thn he was mad at me so he when outta da convo and thn we jus kept on invitin him bk in and he got sooooooo annoyed and weeeee yaa it was a real crack up! lolololol and hey guess wad?!?! imma lvl 31 on runey now whooooppppeeeeeee! yaya! im the same lvl as sarah now! now all i hav to do is go onto lvl 40! thn lvl 50, thn lvl 60, and so on.... it will take a while tho eh?lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grrrr did i mention that mi spacebar is really dead?!?!?! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weeee we had netball today and we did real good in the first half, but thn ingelwood streamers came bk in the last half and beat us by four points...oh well theres always nxt time eh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah and rite now imma supposed to be practicin piano for the competitions in like five days and i still dunno how toplaymi song aww its so sad but oh well i cant bee bothered illdoin afta this... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and *gasp!* today i jus got this shocking email frm tegan (bens sista) that he had appendicitis on da last day of term! gasp! thats like really serious! gee id neva thought i would say this but i really hope he gets betta... frrrr scary really. (makes one feel bad in this situation...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways... yaaa..... hmmmm imma thinkinof puttin som new songs for da jukeboxx... and gee i alsobetta get started on mi website for the netguide web challenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah! thats rite! i didnt finaish tellin ya (if there is actually anyone readin this) about the week that was! or was it the past two weeks that was...? uhhh dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well anyways, afta i told mrs edwards that i had started the petiton, she was like really shocked and she told us (brock and i) that the decision was like a moth in the making, and that there was nuthin we could do to stop it. thats when the tears came (sniff sniff) she said it wasntthe mosty ratioanl thing to do, and iagreed wit her, but sereiously, i think a petiton was atleast betta than everyong just getting angry and complaining all the time! someone needed to take action, and so wat if it wasnt the rite action, at lewast it was somthing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, she thn took us up to me thompsons office, and he was pretty shocked as well... theres like rumours going around theskool that brock and i were cryin coz we got told off real bad or evn shouted it! this is &lt;strong&gt;not true&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they were actually real good about it all, we didnt evn get in trouble! we just got told that it wasnt the best thing to do, and that we should of spoken to mr rodden first b4 we started anythin (i was actually the one who started it lol) so thn mr edwards was like "now where to from here? wads the nxt step?" and that just struck me real hard .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pplz were ;like wondering why i was crying coz it made sense that brock was cryin coz he was leavin endeavour, but pplz were like "Serena dont hav no really extremely long term good friends in rm13" and well, i dont, but whe ni had started the petiton, pplz signed it and thought that it would at least make &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; difference. (eg. not stop it, but at least prolong it) but as it turns out it didnt make any diff at all. and i jus thougt : "how am i gonna tell everyone????" i could see how strongly pplz felt about this, and i guess i would just hate to see thm in that kinda state...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, on the thursday, it was all like go go go wit hheaps of stuff to get done, and get not so much time to do thm in! lol friday ended wit ha cool bananas draw and some pretty dodgy chocos lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, and i think ive forgetten to mention that we (devon int) did really well in the choir and verse speakin comps at highlands the previous week! we came home witsooo many victories!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol i remember typing that b4... lol i must of mentioned it b4 lol (damn my memory tho! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i hav jus realised that ive typed up quite alotof writing, os i'll stop myself here. betta get on wit practicing piano! *gulp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112088120030674128?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112088120030674128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112088120030674128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112088120030674128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112088120030674128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/teeheehee-twas-sooo-fun.html' title='teeheehee twas sooo fun!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112080926075961312</id><published>2005-07-08T18:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.931+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo last day of term 2 already!!!</title><content type='html'>Oo wow i jus went on sarahs blogg and WOAH! shes like written likka HEAPS of entries!!! well here i go again complaining of all the busy stuff that i hav to do like the piano comps thats nxt thurs, the website challenge, mi cv, and here i am on runey all day long... i really cant help itu noe, its just soooooo addictive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo likka three wks ago i was nuthin but a humble lvl 7 and now shazzzzam! imma lvl 29! whoohoo! Imma luvin it! ^_^ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argggggghhhhh oliver is &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; agravating!!!!! he drives me insane!!!! grrrrrrrrr i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanna strangle him but thn id kill him and thats illegal.... but he is soooo sad!!!!! he has the MOST _pathetic_ insults eva!!!!AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH hes evn worse then ben and josh combined!!!! okay thn maybe not... but he is worse the ben, or josh... and that alone is saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... well i havent made som posts in quiet a while, so i'll just do a lil recap of the weekthat was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.... hmmm cant rememebr monda ythat well.... u noe it was jus sooo long ago.... but we did hav assembly as usual and everythin... umm yea and that was the day that we (rm14 and 13) got told that rm 13 and rm 10 were gonna doo a switcharoo... everyone got jus soo angry and was complaining about everythin...... seriously thats theonly thin that pplz would do.... complain on and on and on about the idea.... so i thought, hey, lets stop complaining, and lets get proactive and speak out. so mallory and sherly and i were disscussing a petition (dont tell the teachers tho i dont wanna get thm in trouble!) so i went home and made a petition sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brang it to skool thge foloin morning and got our whole class to sign it, thn i went on the sports exchange and go likka whole sheet full of names.... on wednesday i got waaaaaaaay more names on the sheet wit som help frmda rm 13 pplz and dylan and thm... but to mi surprise, at the young leaders meeting... when i was jus about to show mrs edwartds thepetiton sheet, dylan stopped me and gave to a look that said: "you show the sheet, and you die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i showed the sheet to her anyways... and yaaa..... she was like "youre joikin me rite?" and i was all like "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yaaa...so... yaa imma on runey rite now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah imma busy so see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112080926075961312?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112080926075961312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112080926075961312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112080926075961312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112080926075961312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/oo-last-day-of-term-2-already.html' title='Oo last day of term 2 already!!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112019572471068251</id><published>2005-07-01T17:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.830+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday da FIRST of July! 26 days left until imma teenager... wahh...</title><content type='html'>wahhh i don wanna bee 13! oh well at least i can still enjoy mi last 26 days of 12-yr-old-ness! ^_^ lol you canonly bee young once, but then again, you can bee immature foreva! lol ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we hadthe NP Verse Speakin and Choir comps... and devon came home wit so many victories! mwahahahahahahahahaa highlands only won once and that was bcoz that they were the only ones in their category! mwahahahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da devon trad. choir won coz we were the only ones in our category too, but hey too bad da highlands pplz couldnt bee bothered! our kapa haka team just totally carved them all,and stole the show away! the were really good! too bad *somebody* spolied it and tagged one of the highlands rubbish bins wit "devon kapa haka 2005" in vivid! =( oh well we still did great tho! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the verse speakin... sacred heart and st. josephs took the most awards and SHGC was soooo freaky! like when they got a placing the jus screamed SSSOOOOO LOUD!!! like not the whooo yippee yeeaa--yeaaahhhh type of loud that devon does, but a really high shreeekk! freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm mee still dunno wadda do for mi speech... ahh its so weird imma always like this always puttin da more important things to da last second but oh well nva mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm imma gonna bee going bk on runey now! (imma sereniegirl2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--reens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112019572471068251?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112019572471068251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112019572471068251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112019572471068251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112019572471068251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-da-first-of-july-26-days-left.html' title='Friday da FIRST of July! 26 days left until imma teenager... wahh...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-112011934087055707</id><published>2005-06-30T20:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.738+13:00</updated><title type='text'>aaahhhhhahahahahhhhhh i need to write mi speech</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i need to write mi speech but i hav no idea on wad to write it on and ooooooohhh the tragic tradeties! i jus ddunnowad todo mi speech on... i dunno.. chicken grease? balloons? bananas? the plastic thingy on the end of pens? wad about mcchiken huger busters frm mcdonalds? i dunno Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaahhh i am soo stuck and sooo buggered! Oo wad shall i doo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i know i can write a real good speech and everythin, i jus need a real good topic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh well im off tryin to find somethin to talk about (for mi speech that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rememebr: I AM &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; SCREWED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-112011934087055707?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/112011934087055707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=112011934087055707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112011934087055707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/112011934087055707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/aaahhhhhahahahahhhhhh-i-need-to-write.html' title='aaahhhhhahahahahhhhhh i need to write mi speech'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111985575434241694</id><published>2005-06-27T18:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.602+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondaay da uhh.... 2-somethin-ith of June... or is it July?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hiyas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rite now i'm... doin nuthin.... i actually quite like doing nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so bye! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111985575434241694?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111985575434241694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111985575434241694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111985575434241694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111985575434241694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/mondaay-da-uhh-2-somethin-ith-of-june.html' title='Mondaay da uhh.... 2-somethin-ith of June... or is it July?'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111968971705499692</id><published>2005-06-25T20:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.471+13:00</updated><title type='text'>saturrrrrday da 25th of june in da big '05!</title><content type='html'>didn't play netball today coz it was raining...&lt;br /&gt;umm we had another band come and play at our fri assembly only this time it was a band frm res of devon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were really good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i'm trying to write mi speech but i just dont hav enough juice in me to start! arrrggghhhh where has mi mojo gone?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm the only problem is that i cant find a good topic... i just need that spark of inspiration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, my other project (aka mi new website) is coming along quite well... I've started planningforit, and i fianlly have a topic! i'm going to do it on the BLACK DEATH dundundunnnnnnn!!!! and its gonna bee real kewl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaahhhhhh i was FINALLY able to download java and i played on runey for soooooo lonnngg!!!!! i was a lvl 8 but now imma lvl 15!!!! three more lvls and i wont bee a noob anymore!!! i played forsuch a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn afta that, i jus sat infrontof the heat and started to defrost myself! gee its tru i'm tellin ya mi fingers are like ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is why i amgoing to be going rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111968971705499692?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111968971705499692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111968971705499692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111968971705499692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111968971705499692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturrrrrday-da-25th-of-june-in-da-big.html' title='saturrrrrday da 25th of june in da big &apos;05!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111950716017384101</id><published>2005-06-23T17:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.345+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thusday 23rd of June... we had da sports exchange today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;weeeeee we had a sports exchange wit highlands today! I was gonna play netball but bowls had no reserves [and our team did] so i had to play bowls! wahh i had no chioce but oh well i guess it is my fault bcoz i only told mrs moore today but oh well we only lost by seven points and our team had won all our games! ^_^ and the yr8 A grade netball team had won their fgame, and the 1st and 3rd fifteen had won their games also! yaya! and we also won chess too! i'm not sure about hockey.... oh well but the final result looks pretty even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and i've added HEAPS of new songs to da jukeboxx..... kewl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh... i'm not actually sure wad to say rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm ohyeah thats rite stacey told me that we have NO HOMEWORK so yipppppeeeeee weeee i'm sooo happy! ^_^_^_^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not much happened today except for the sports exchange... so thats all for now folks! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111950716017384101?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111950716017384101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111950716017384101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111950716017384101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111950716017384101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/thusday-23rd-of-june-we-had-da-sports.html' title='Thusday 23rd of June... we had da sports exchange today'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111925704492259674</id><published>2005-06-20T20:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.236+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondiwaaa o da Juni 2oo5</title><content type='html'>whoa! the 20th of june already! seriously......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i haven't got much to say... hoestly i'm just trying to stall for hw.... but oh well... mee got a waaay kewl new layout upfor my own webiste ... no, not mctta, my own sitey! ^_^ it's at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serena350.tripod.com"&gt;http://serena350.tripod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the writing is a bit hard to read becoz of the transparency scripts, but there's an identical jukebox on mi site, and some of mi works too! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm gee sarah are you reading this???  if you are notsarah than WHO are you?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i musnt get too caught up inmyown websites.. likka SS and MCTTA... i betta start on mi webchallenge one... but i dunno whichsubject to do iton.... hmm which subject SHOULD i do it on???? talking about subjects... wad about my speech??? pplz would expect it to bee funni and all, so this time it has to be extremely good.... waiut not not good i am not capable of that the only thing i am capable of is absolutle OUTSTANDING!!!! mwahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MEEK will INTERNET the world!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways i betta go and get started on uhhh..... homework??? nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well cant think so laterz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rememebr kids: MCTTARIANS UNITE TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111925704492259674?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111925704492259674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111925704492259674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111925704492259674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111925704492259674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/mondiwaaa-o-da-juni-2oo5.html' title='Mondiwaaa o da Juni 2oo5'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111916160929345444</id><published>2005-06-19T17:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.120+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ERROR 406: file corrupt: config.earth -- reboot universe? (Y/N)</title><content type='html'>lol lmao rotflmao so you wanna reboot universe (Y/N)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i'm so full i just had heaps of JUNK FOOD yippeeeee weeee yeah it was good but ohhhhhh my stomache!!! u noe, they should rename the hunger buster 'heart attack in a pack'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we played netball against sacred heart in the rain and oh it was so cold and yet so fun coz we splashed in da puddles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness homework is due tomorrow and i seriously havent even started! like no nothin at all! well, like they say: all good homework consists of 10% inspiration, 15% persperation, and 75% desperation! teeheehee! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minsterel [sry cant spell his name] is gonna bee on monday,but i'm not going which is kinda a good thing coz thn i can accompany stacey [if shes at skool tomorrow] but otherwise i can just hav timeto catch up on work bcoz i'm likka waaaaaaaaaaaaay behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how doo ya like mi new layout??? it's called mist and it's made by some dudette named kyoyx [kewl name!] so all my thanx go to her! i really like the way how it scrolls sideways, not up and down. if u don't hav broadband thn it might take a while to load coz therrs like heaps of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speeches are our nxt writin topic... hmmm... wot should i be rambling about this time??? u noe its quite sad the number of pplz whoo didn't think that mi flying machine would work... you see, the trick to flying is throwing yourself at the floor and somehow missing. anthony said that he was thinkin of doning a sequel to his roadkill speech... i don't think i'll do asequal coz that'll look like i'm copying or somethin, and i HATE being unoriginal. I hate having to repeat simial speeches too, so this year mi speech will hav to be somthin COMPLETELY different frm all the other popplz, and yet COMPLETELY different to mi UFM [umbrella flying machine] speech frm last year as well... hmmm... this may get a bit ... tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i was jus on ze internet and i found somethin really weird that george w bush said:&lt;br /&gt;"they mis-underestimated me."&lt;br /&gt;hehaheha that is just a crack up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh government these days - they think they're so up there and all - i mean no offense to da NZ beehive pplz - theyre at least remotely doing a good job... on the other hand... usa pplz... [i mean i really don't mean to be racist, it's just that they get all the bad media and all] well, lets just say that for every action, there is an equal and oppisite government program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i'm bored and i wanna stall for as long as possible so i don't hav to start homework for as long as possible... let's think of somethin random.... shal weee? uhhh... oh yes! duct tape! you know, duct tape is kinda like the force - it has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i haven't got much else to ramble on about, so c yas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember boys and girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therapy is expensive - popping bubble wrap is cheap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111916160929345444?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111916160929345444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111916160929345444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111916160929345444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111916160929345444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/error-406-file-corrupt-configearth.html' title='ERROR 406: file corrupt: config.earth -- reboot universe? (Y/N)'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111846952548447709</id><published>2005-06-11T17:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:54.021+13:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday's a saturday...</title><content type='html'>gee i wish! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeee as you can see i've added heaps of kewl as new stuff tomi blogg but noone hard eva comes here and i jus spent da whole day (yes, the whole day) on mi blog! O.o i wonder why. well i'm satisfied.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee i gotta new tagboard soif anyone IS actually here pls tag me! ^_^ weeeeee geee whiz i think i say that too much. but weeeeeeeeeee oh its so fun it say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn** no much happened today. i hope tomorrow will be so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've got like nothin much to say (i'm talkin to jeremy frm mi class rite now) (damn he just logged off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i've got nothin todo again. oh yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT!!!!! I have sooooo many things to do!!!!!!!!! (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to layout ze MCTTA magazine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got about three websites to work on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to EAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye c yas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111846952548447709?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111846952548447709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111846952548447709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111846952548447709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111846952548447709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/everydays-saturday.html' title='everyday&apos;s a saturday...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111839765582370642</id><published>2005-06-10T21:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:53.910+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 10th of mmm uhh i mean june (I'm hungry and bored and i feel like nuking somethin)</title><content type='html'>Geeee whizz these months hav gone by f-a-s-t!  I mean it's the middle of the year already!&lt;br /&gt;We went to the art gallery today, and we looked at abstract art and landscapes (well, more like both) I'm thinkin of doing all these wicked as kewl new things for mctta, but only a few pplz hav visited it... i need to promote it more! teeheehee! ^-~&lt;br /&gt;I few hours ago i was sendin emails to oliver and lookin back on them, they were all very short! and yet i think i sent like 45 msgs to him or somethin... haha must of flunked his inbox (thn again maybe not coz he has 2.2gbs worth of storage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh... i was gonna say somethin else too, but now i forgot... (oh doncha just hate memory loss! aaarrrgghhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i breifly chatted to jeremy, but he was really mean and he called me a retard which was just not nice so i stopped talkin to dat pwerson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also emailed cardinal frm runey about mctta... i hope he doesn't think it's spam or somthin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee msgngr is so fun i think i'm gonna get heaps of pplz email addys so i can talk to thm ova msgr! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee i jus absolutely HATE this keyboard! i mean the spacebar is sooooo dead! likka i hav to press down on it real hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and i added this new thing to mi blogg... it's this email me thingy but i'm not sure if it works or not... i'm pretty sure it doesn't work but hey it still looks cool! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo today was a day 5 but we still had tech which i find weird i mean why would thry be giving us another tech day on day 5??? huh weird. and mr mcleod said he'd hav a meeting wit da young leaders hoo were doin da ppt on our welly trip, today, but he didn't put that in the notices, and he said he was also gonna be calling for pplz hoo wanted to enter the netguide web challenge today, but he forgot that as well! if he forgets on monday, i'll just walk straight up to him and ask to be registered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devon idol pplz also forgot stuff today, or maybe they were just too busy to fit it in, coz we only like had three days of skool this week. they said that the devon idol auditions were gonna start this week but nooo they were wrong! mwahahahahaha! yaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey and also alotta pplz don relise that we hav a mccta msg board as well, it's at &lt;a href="http://mctta.proboard38.com"&gt;http://mctta.proboard38.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pplz should visit there coz we can all talk about tomatoes and random stuff likka that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee i dunno y i really feel like nuking some weird crazy unfortunate place (on the net) weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee KAPLOOIE! yay! ^_^ [gee i'm strange, but thn again, so is everyone else on this planet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah that's right, i was gonna add other stuff to mi blog as well! well, i betta speed of into the sunset and get busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--reenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111839765582370642?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111839765582370642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111839765582370642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111839765582370642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111839765582370642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-10th-of-mmm-uhh-i-mean-june-im.html' title='Friday 10th of mmm uhh i mean june (I&apos;m hungry and bored and i feel like nuking somethin)'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111785946862314228</id><published>2005-06-04T16:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:53.746+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday weeeee today has been gr8! ^_^</title><content type='html'>whoo we completely whipped Highlands Rata at netball today - the score was 30-11 to us! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i felt soo happy and then i felt happier when i came home and check mi email and campbell visited mctta yaya weeee hooary so many pplz r visitn mctta! ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a list of pplz whoo hav visited mctta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah&lt;br /&gt;stacey&lt;br /&gt;paul&lt;br /&gt;racheal&lt;br /&gt;winnie&lt;br /&gt;anita&lt;br /&gt;tahn&lt;br /&gt;oliver&lt;br /&gt;max&lt;br /&gt;campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wwhooo and, stranger, if u wanna visit mctta too pls go to &lt;a href="http://mctta.tripod.com"&gt;http://mctta.tripod.com&lt;/a&gt; it'sa real kewl site dat me and mi fwends made! ^_^ it's got tomatoes everywhere ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we hav NO australasian tests nxt wk! whippeee! and we only hav 3days of skool! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, ze devon int website takes aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss to load, so i've made a whole new layout and it's sooo kewl! ^_^  I'm gonna show it to mr. mcleod on tuesday! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna make a new layout for mctta so keep on visitin da site to see if there're any changes! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee whiz hav u realised dat mi posts hav bn gettin shorter and shorter????? last year iused to write likka loooong as posts! but dis year i dont hav as much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... how r u? WHO ARE YOU?!?!?! teeheehee gee i miss going on runescape i'm liikka runey deprived... i'm still a lvl 7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo gee i'm sittn here eating suga... well i haven't got nethin else to sayso laterz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Serenie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111785946862314228?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111785946862314228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111785946862314228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111785946862314228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111785946862314228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday-weeeee-today-has-been-gr8.html' title='Saturday weeeee today has been gr8! ^_^'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111724812943249741</id><published>2005-05-28T14:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:53.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday weeeeee i had netball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hihi today i jus had netballbut we lost 18-5. ouch.yeah i know, ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i hav to go to jess's bday partay in about 20 mins and i still dunno wad her bday pressie is!!! teeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;well i betta go now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;c yas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;--reeree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111724812943249741?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111724812943249741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111724812943249741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturday-weeeeee-i-had-netball.html' title='Saturday weeeeee i had netball'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111716962387464562</id><published>2005-05-27T16:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:53.470+13:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa! it's da 27th of may already!</title><content type='html'>hey! i just came bk frm wels and whoa! straight back to school! i'm so tired and busy that's allli hav to say for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please please pleas visit MCTTA!!! it's our really cool site and no, IT IS NOT A PRANK!!! MCTTA really exists!!!!! it's at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mctta.tripod.com"&gt;http://mctta.tripod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can even go to google, and type in MCTTA, and our site will be at the top of the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--reeree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111716962387464562?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111716962387464562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111716962387464562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoa-its-da-27th-of-may-already.html' title='whoa! it&apos;s da 27th of may already!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111602967410628416</id><published>2005-05-14T11:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:52.656+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Satudaaaaay... my dad's watch says its da 13th but noo its da 14th!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow i'm going off to wellington!!! gee whizz another busy busy busybusy weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta goto netball and den sarahs bday paraty! then i'm off to wels on sundi!!! weee i can't wait!!! it's gonna be sooo fun! we gonna visit te papa !!!! I've always wanted to visit te papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since i'm going away tomorrow i think i betta make an entry... btw sarah are you reading this??? hehehe it's kinda weird now knowing that someone might actually be reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo hoo mi typing has like gona waaaaaaaaaaaaaay off and so has my spelling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reallyannoying thingis that this is one crap keyboard the the spacebar is dead as so i have to press it hard like everytime(and i like putting spaces in so... that's alotta times...) and then i have to go back and put the extra space in where this sh*t keyboard hasn't boythered to!!! (gee I'm in a swear ur head off mood now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i betta not swear on da wels trip or else mr t will literally get rid of mee!!! no i'm not joking he did that to Dalas (dats y shes not goin to wells) so u neva noe i might bee next!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... there's not much to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ta-blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my head blows off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no wait a second...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if mi head is gone...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then how can i still think???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait a another sec...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how can i still type?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how cani still be alive?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whoa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like freaky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;marquee direction="up" width="280" height="30" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTRUCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111602967410628416?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111602967410628416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111602967410628416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111602967410628416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111602967410628416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/05/satudaaaaay-my-dads-watch-says-its-da.html' title='Satudaaaaay... my dad&apos;s watch says its da 13th but noo its da 14th!!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111468239788883500</id><published>2005-04-28T21:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:52.503+13:00</updated><title type='text'>jus a note</title><content type='html'>jus a note dat I've almost finished the post about camp... not that anyone is gonna read it but hey... it's good to pretend... ^_~ ^_~ ^_**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111468239788883500?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111468239788883500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111468239788883500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/04/jus-note.html' title='jus a note'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111432431780294667</id><published>2005-04-24T18:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:52.406+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundi da 24th of Apria! My favourite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Favourite Things. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;drawing and reading, and singing and writing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;playing the piano and really good lighting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also like, the violin too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friends and fam'ly that's honest and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pizzas and pudding, strawb'ries and lime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and fish and chips with a mince and cheese pie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and oh yes, that's right, my lovely PC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;going on the net, playing runescape till three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;paintings of sunsets that look green and blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my intel plentium proccessor II, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;((I actually wish it was a four))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fin'lly being able to checkmate that king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those are a few of my favourite things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How do ya like that?! Kewl eh? I think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Soo... that's my holidays gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;well, yea i noe there's still one week left, but I haven't even started homework, (like not even da book work ... zip, nothin) and knowing me, I'll probably get side-tracked and muck around, and then pull off a all-nighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I also wanna organise a meeting with ze ozzer Endeavour Leaders about the term2 Ranui thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and, on top of all that, mi mum and uncle wants mee to teach piano at the skool at Egmont Village! gee whiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh yea and that reminds mee... I've got a Youth health Service Meeting next thursday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...so what am I doing here writing this blogg??!! I've got work to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Maybe I'm mucking around too much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...maybe I'm getting side-tracked too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...maybe I haven't got enough motivation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...maybe i should start things earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, did I tell u that I got into contemporary choir, AND street funk?!?! like HOW IN THE WORLD did i get into street funk?!?! I don't doo dancing! and what surprises mee even more is dat S&amp;S didn't get into contemp. choir!!! like what the f*** was ThaT?!?!?! They r gr8 singers, so y didn't they get in?!?! I jus don get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but, now dat i've gotten myself into double the mess i was planning for, my wednesday is COMPLETELY FULL. to demonstrate just HOW full, let mee show you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my typical wednesday timetable [frm now on]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8:45 - skool starts. chat on da mat and listen to notices. write things down on hand, knowing that i'll neva hav time to do zem anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;9:00 - traditional choir [saved frm da craziness of rm14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10:00 - student council meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10:40 - morning tea [[maybe another road patrol meeting?? or i need somthin signed off mu a4e?? or maybe a leaders meeting???]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;11:00 - orchestra [[starting in term 2 for yr8s only]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;11:45 - contemp. choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;12:30 - lunch [[hopefully no meetings of anysort]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;13:30 - street funk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;15:00 - road partol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;15:30 - netball practice??? [[not sure yet...]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh soooo many apologies for complaining on and onnn... i guess i kinda like all this busyness... *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wahh! writing down that has helped mee remember somthin!! I've got homework and chocos to sell! oh thank you timetable of wednesday! whoo i gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;BOOYASHAKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;0--reens--0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111432431780294667?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111432431780294667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111432431780294667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111432431780294667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111432431780294667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/04/sundi-da-24th-of-apria-my-favourite.html' title='Sundi da 24th of Apria! My favourite things...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111355122330798463</id><published>2005-04-15T18:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:52.301+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of term one already! Friday 15th of April... prepare for a looong and detailed refection../.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;weell-e! This term was one craaaaazeee term! Looking back one this term, I must say this ws the most interesting term i have eva come across so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lets see what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;WEEK ONE: first week of term one (well duh):&lt;br /&gt;-tuesday - I found out that I was put in DISCOVERY!!! oh the sadnessnessness!!!&lt;br /&gt;-wednesday - I was put on road patrol already! I requested to be moved into endeavour...&lt;br /&gt;-thursday - first day at tech! i was put in art. had road patrol again. but this time it was in the mornings. wrote a sad sad poem about how sad sad i felt. how sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;-friday - recieved a congratulations card! and also recieved an nomination for the place of Head Girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;-weekend - wrote my head student speech and went ova to stacey's house.&lt;br /&gt;WEEK TWO: head student commotion!!!&lt;br /&gt;monday - delivered the head student speech along with five other nominees: kate burry (R14) candice matthews (R6) tahn nickson (R14) dylan haggart (R14) and brock sibbick (R13) and then there was me! (R19 at the time). Everyone thought it was funny so that was kewl! had tech!&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - had ICT and spainish. voting started around the school. sarah h wanted to change classes as well. it was also chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - sarah moved from R20 to R12... had road patrol, swimmin and stuff. voting for head students closed.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - road patrol again!!! tech and blah..&lt;br /&gt;friday - We had our yr7 powhiri!&lt;br /&gt;wknds - had the chinese new year function thingy...&lt;br /&gt;WEEK THREE: leadership, intergrity and proactivenessnessness and etc...&lt;br /&gt;mon - it was sarah w's bday... we also had tech and the results of the head students voting were announced!!!! yay i was officially head gir;!!! weee yayayayayayay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tue - whooo! the head students duties were thrown at us on the first day! (yesterday) and we had to go for an interview with DITV at 9am today/.&lt;br /&gt;wed - it was the house swimming camps and discovery won!!! mwahahahahahaha! road patrol agagin.&lt;br /&gt;thu - tech, and there was an meeting at 12.30. tho i cant rememebr wat it was for...&lt;br /&gt;fri - meeting about sea week at 11:45... assembly and pool ball!&lt;br /&gt;wknds - srah w's bday partay, and thn went to sarah h's house the nxt day!!!&lt;br /&gt;WEEK FOUR: science roadshow!&lt;br /&gt;mon - tech lssn6... assembly.. gotta give house points!&lt;br /&gt;tue - blah&lt;br /&gt;wed - rpad [atrol, bottle tombla, sign up for australasian test, mufti day that day!!! and there were the auditions for traditional choir!&lt;br /&gt;thu - R19 played ultimated frisbee against R14!!and after that i wwent into rm14 to hav a 'lookie'! ha! we had tech...&lt;br /&gt;fri - oh sory mi mitake we actually played ultimate frsbee against r14 TODAY. and we also went to the science roadshow, where there were alot of EXPLOSIONS!!! weee that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;wknds - on friday i was handed an camp notice! like whoa straight into it thn!&lt;br /&gt;WEEK FIVE: Devon Gala!&lt;br /&gt;mon - tech, assembly, 40hrFamine, blah.... busynessnessness...&lt;br /&gt;tue - stacey and I were making a seaweek costume.. and blah mess...&lt;br /&gt;wed - and the nthere was the standard swimming comps... but this time i was in endeavour!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;weee... and that was just wwk one to wk five!!!some of the other highlights include sea wk, the 40hrfamine, chamber music, camp (BIG HIGHLIGHT!!!), self defence (kewl as), and that's about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;the leaders of devon (head students, house captains, and kapahaka leaders) are all going off to wellingotn next term.. and there are soo many things to do nxt term, it basically looks like i've got the whole month planned out in advance!!! but there will be even more things going on!! gasp! i hav a feeling that nxt term will be even more busier than this term! oh faint! but nxt term is also my last trm as the head girl, so I betta make good use of it!!! ^_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;well folks, hat's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;--reenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111355122330798463?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111355122330798463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111355122330798463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111355122330798463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111355122330798463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-day-of-term-one-already-friday.html' title='Last day of term one already! Friday 15th of April... prepare for a looong and detailed refection../.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111277904919777075</id><published>2005-04-02T21:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:52.219+13:00</updated><title type='text'>back from three great days at Eltham!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Weeeeeee.... I'm BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;After three great days at camp!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, I just recently spent three hours typing up a really looooong as camp diary (and basically finished it), and then along comes mi dad, who uses the computer and bye bye goes my three hours of typing... so This is just gonna be reeeally reeeally short.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I typed this up I said :prepare for a loooong read, and I was a long read... like, it would of taken about half an hour to read through all of it... but now it's just gonna be short as...&lt;br /&gt;so here is mi camp diary in brief...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: . : . E . L . T . H . A . M . : . C . A . M . P . : . 2 . 0 . 0 . 5 : . :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday 30th March&lt;br /&gt;/8:30am\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I arrived at Devon at around about 8:30 am... and, like most pplz were there already! so yeah... and now we're on the mat... waiting for the rest of da pplz to arrive... altho tahn is stuck in the boot of sam's mum's car.. hehehe.... we left devon round about nine, and arrived just a little earlier than ten... rules of camp.. yada yada yada... then finally we had morning tea! (FOOD!!) at around about 10:45 we finished and we wen't into our cabins...I was on the bottom right bunk at the back with the fire escape! I think that's the thing that I'm most pround of... I got the fire escape... I went through that a few times at camp.. hehehe (Thinking about that, I went through the window a few times too...) . Then we had an co-operative tent activity... or we were suppoesed to anyways... I can't rememebr having one anyways... but then we had a scavenger hunt around Eltham in our tribal groups... and I was in da BANANAS, with.. hmm.. let me check mi list... Sam M, Sam N, (hehe), Nathan (benie dude), Stacey, Mallory, Sherry, Dylan, Max, and Matty. WE managed to find all of the things on the list... some of the thing we found two of!! (k,that didn't make sense so oh well). for the sock, I put in my sock... but at the end I threw everything in the bin... including my sock.. which was pretty dumb. hehaheaha... anyways.. the bananas won whoo hoo so we didn't have to do luch dudties (double whoo hoo). afta lunch we played predator... and i was a rabbit! weeeeee yaya I had ten lives! but I waas dying pretty quickly tho.. hehehe.. it was funny coz I went down to this food station at the gateway to "The Field of Poo Jr.", were Tristy, Leah, and Natalie were, and then I came back up with them... and then Andrew saw us and he was like "is there a food station down there?" and all the others siad "no" while at the same time I was nodding!! Mwahahahahahahahahaa! well anyways... I found the "E" food station first... and everyone else was saying that the word was endeavour.... and I believed them! silly me! But the worst thing is that I told others that the word was endeavour! boo hoo. anyways. while I was running to the "E" food station coz I was being chased, Kyle tagged my hair, just a second b4 I stepped into safety.. but he said that it counted.. an then I said it didn't count.. so he was all like "give my one of your lives!" and I was all like "NO!". So then he started tryin to snatch mi card off me.. but I wouldn't let it go... then he was takling mee!! I still kept on refusing hehehe... but then he started to push me outta the 2 metre safety radius of the food station... so I took the letter with mee! he he he! this went on for aaaggeess, but then he finally got my card and took two lives! wahh and mi card got ripped up as well.. oh well too bad. I was running outta lives really quickly so Campbell gave me a life which was nice. Then I found Matt T, or "Bruce", who was an element (jackpot!). He said he would protect Robert, Patrick and I if we showed him where the food stations were. In the end I ended up getting eight letters! One more and I would have all of them! haha. Oliver ended up winning the game, since he got the word first. It was actually galvanize. I dunno what it means either. NEways... after that.. more FOOD! (Afternoon tea, actually.) Then... get this.. we had TWO HOURS of FREE TIME. two whole whoppin hours! After that two hours of FREE TIME, we had lasagne and apple crumble for dinner, and then we had the chioce of either eeling, preparing for the camp concert, or watching a video (skool of ROCK). I watched the video in mi sleeping bag.. the movie was good! Then at nine pm we did the nightline. In mi opinion, it was pretty cruddy. I mean you could SEE the rope! so I tried to spice things up by shouting out random and weird stuff, such as "gee that tastes weird/ohh i wonder what THAT button does/ [input your name here] I don't think you should eat that!/It's ALIVE!!!/Ohh lookie ... a ROCK!/ohh it's sqishy!" and stuffs like that. After the nightline, we had supper and went to bed. We were talking all night so we got to sleep at round about 1am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thursday 31st March&lt;br /&gt;/6:30am\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weeee... we woke up at about six thirty... the wake up call was at seven. We all got up and went for a run... Then we played soccer. It was quiet funny coz I kept on slipping over. ha. Then we had Breakfast! yum yum! After the cabin inspection, rm13 went kayakin and canoeing, and rm14 (that's us) got split into two groups, and one went to flyin kiwi and the other to archery and the confidence course. I was with the group that went to flyin kiwi first! (weeehooo!) I rememebr I was number seventeen! I'm pretty sure you may know this already, but incase you don't, the flying kiwi is this pully like system, where one person is harnessed on one end of this rope, and the rest of the team pulls on the other end, then the person who's harnessed goes flying!!!! (and gets a major wedgie at the same time! hehehe!). It was really funny when the parent went coz us kids had a plan... dun dun duuuuuunnn.... right, so we pulled her up, and then.. hanged her!!! mwahahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!! she just stayed up there for a loooooong time. then when we finally let her down, we pulled her up again!! teeheehee ^_^! Matt (the one with the black hair) did this spiderman stunt when he was on. When I went on, I requested to be hanged.. and I was... wee it was soo fun coz we got three turns and you go up flying and it is sooo fun! Ahhh... memories of last year's camp... anyways, after the flying kiwi, we when to do archery and the confidence course... there we got split into two groups again... I was in the group that did archery first! Weee I luv archery... Josh nearly got a bulls eye! he was good as! (technically a 3-pointer!) well atleast I hit the board! altho mi arm did get wasted by the string... hehehe silly me! (damn string tho). After that we did the confidence course, which was basically a relay... for that we got split into two teams again! hehehe... we had to carry water through this course and fill up the jug... our team was winning but then it turned into a water fight in the end! ^_^ after luch we went canadian canoeing and kayaking... I went into the van with all these other pplz and we sang 99 bottles of beer... and when we got to 0 everyone clapped! It was 12kms to the lake, but then we finally arrived! There we were spilt into two groups, and I was in the group that went canadia canoeing first. It was with them big wakas that four people go in one and they all hav an oar each! Bcoz they were so easy to tip over, we tied 2 wakas together, and there were four canoes so we ended up with two double wakas!!! I went in one of them and I was in the front witda big canoe! teeheehee! I luved canadian canoeing, coz everyone worked as a team sooo well! and everyone was like going: "stroke! stroke! stroke! stroke!" and i was like "who's having a stroke?!" (corning and dumb, yeah i know, but... hey why are you readin this anyways?!?!) anyways, we rowed for a while, and it was actually quite funni at the back (yeah i know i was at ze front, but sherly told mee this) Patrick was at the back, and he was going outta time, so it was like: "stroke!-BAM! stroke!-BAM! stroke!-BAM!" heeheeha. right. our first challenge was to swap sides, and that had..uhh... some degree of fun in it... and then, like everytime the two teams rowed past eachother, we were all like: "ATTACK!!!" and having an all out war!!!!! te ha he ta! then, our next challenge was swap canoes with the other team! kewl eh? then, after rowing for some time, we undertook our final challenge. DUN DUN DUUUNNN. half off all of da pplz there had to jump in first, do a lap around the two double canoes, and then get back in! I was sooo relieved when the dude didn't pick me as one of the pplz who went first. Campbell... uhh... encountered some difficulties getting back in *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mostly coz there wasn't alotta pplz to help... hehe it was actually quite funni coz i tried (keyword: TRIED) single-handedly getting him back in... and he was all like "i can't get in . . .you have to let go" and then i was all like"noooo don give up!" (how tragic of me, i mean, even I'M not THAT corny), and then... dum dum da da dummmm!!! pplz to da rescue! haha... and then i had to go in da water and 'swim'! i had the same type o trouble [being tall has its downsides! taha] but there where pplz hoo helped mee... so i got in ^_^ and then, the dude wasa like: "okay, now everybody get back in again!" I didn't go backin, coz i got a crampo, but Campbell did... but he couldn't get back in da canoe [or should i say, noone really bothered to help] so he had to stay outta da canoe and swim back infront! we tyhen had a short break, and then we went KAYAKING! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssss [[geee doncha just hate it when pplz go yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss and carry on da sssssssssssssssss sssssssssssssssssssso muchhhhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssss]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;kayaking is one of mi all time favourite things to do! I just LUV kayakin! (why? because i float on water when i'm in a kayak! now floating isn't something that i doon a regular basis!) and when we were kayaking Bruce was all like "let's ram into pplz!" and then I was like "okay!" and that was that. then Stacey came and she was like: "hey guys we better go back, they're gonna be leaving soon." and no of us listened! mwhahahahahahahahaha!!! so she was just like "okay then" and went back to shore, while the rest of us [which was only about five pplz] went exploring the lake. Matt [the dude that used to hav a black cast] was like "hey i wonder what's in that corner, and he was going there, and Robert and Anthony were going in these bushy type long grass thingy place, and... then we had to go back... which was pretty dumb considering i haden't done anything remotely amusing, except for ramming my kayak into a few pplz. but kayaking wasa sooo fun still sooo fun!! so then we went back into the van, where i had to sit next to Oliver and Patrick in the front, the dislikers of the 99 bottles of beer song. Oh it was horrible!!! Oliver was complaining all the way, even when noone was singing!!! he was just going on and on and on and on and on... [[gee this is starting to sound like a titanic song]] anyways, when we got back it was around about five, and we had one hours ahem hour, of concert prep time... then we had Hamburgers and apple crumble for dinner. the nwe had ANOTHER hour of camp prep, which i think evberyone used as free time. then we had the camp concert! weee it was soooo funny! there weree soo many cool items i can't go into detail about all of them! but there was the skit about three pplz lost in a desert and robert was like "I know i am the only one left..." [he was crawling towards a glass of water] "now... i must... save...myself." and then he dips a comb into da glass and bruses his hair back! heheahahahehhahahaha!!! that was soo fuynny... and then there was Matty and Dylan singing 'only gay eskimo' song, and there was the boys doing 'grease lightning, which was extremely hilarious, and... there were just soooo many!!! we did 'nz idol, which turn out pretty good, but pplz we soooo dozing off during mi act! and i don't blame them! heheahahaha!! anyways... we played spotlight, and it was kinda kool coz i was just lying there in the bush, and noone found me! tehe! in the end [in the third game] Sam (M) found mee... so I wentr back too me cabin wit stacey. we then had suppa and zzen went to bed [ and managed to get told off by Miss Gworth a couple of times too ^_~ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday 9nd of April [well actually the first.. hehe it's April's fools day!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;/7:15am\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's been fifteen minutes since they were supposed to wake us up... everyone here [in the cabin] knows that its April Fools Day. We can hear screaming and fussness outside and what not. so eventually we decided to get dressed because... well it was April Fools day.. and hey, u dunno what could happen... soo.. yeah... but when everyone was still in there beds, Alex and someone else came in with two easter eggs saying that Miss Glentworth told them to give them to pplz who have cleaned up... everyone was suspicious... anyways,,, they gave theeggs to Ahumai and Natasha... Natasha wasa very doubtful, so I was like "you can give it to me if you want... I'll eat anything" but she didn't and she took a bite... that's when Alex went "HA!! Those eggs hav got laxative in them!!! Mwhahahahahahahahahaa!!!" (okay, she didn't mwahahahahaha but hey, it adds texture). So we got up... went around... haha it was funni went we were outside Patricks tent, coz you can hear everything they say! hahahe! anways, on the day, we went there, and we saw Oliver and Patrick getting their shoes [well, actually, only Oliver got his shoes, Patrick didn't] and we were all like: "hey you might wanna get them or someone 'll take them" and I took them andhid them behind Alex's tent! mwahahahahahahaha!! and Patrick was looking everywhere and he was all like: "Serena it's not funny." [while I was craking up hahahaha]. and I was all like "it is hidden in the most obvious and simple place..." but it was! so simple that a child could hav found it! but in the end he found it... and hopefully learned a valuble lesson... (never leave your shoes out or Serena will steal them!) We had breakfast and Miss Gworth was like [holding a hugh choco egg] "who ever has a pink stticker under their seat wins this easter egg" and eveyone [almost] looked under their seat... and then she was like "looks like I've got 70 suckers in this room!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111277904919777075?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/111277904919777075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=111277904919777075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111277904919777075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111277904919777075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-from-three-great-days-at-eltham.html' title='back from three great days at Eltham!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111164300096551029</id><published>2005-03-24T17:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:52.122+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday (gee i jus realized this is the first time i wrote an entry on thursday) 24th of Marcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOW O.o it's the 24th already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, yesterday i went to chamber music to see da nz string quartret, and it was really weird coz they were bowing &lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;wine glasses&lt;/span&gt; and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh, i can't wait till camp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;we're goin to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eltham baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;stacey and i still dunno what we're gonna do for the camp concert, but we'll figure somthin out by monday! (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee i wanna share som wisecracks! (yeah that was random but, hey) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--two wrongs don't make a right but three lefts do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--a clear conscience is the result of bad memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It is bad luck to be superstitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--God's noblest work? Man. Who found it out? Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Trust in God, but lock your car.--The problem with reality is the lack of background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--A man who smiles when things go wrong knows who to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable. -- Notice posted in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bucharest hotel lobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--When I feel like exercising I just lie down until the feeling goes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--The good people sleep much better at night than the bad people. Of course, the bad people enjoy the waking hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--All general statements are false--The idea is to die young as late as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--You can only be young once, but you can be immature forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Money can't buy everything. That's what credit cards are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--A bird in the hand is the best way to eat chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Money talks...but all mine ever says is good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--The reward for a job well done is more work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Beethoven's last quartets were written by a deaf man and should only be listened to by a deaf man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--The light at the end of a tunnel may be an oncoming train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you're in deep water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and the world laughs louder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okaaaaaay. well that was interestin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well see ya! i gotta pack for camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;--&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;Caketaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111164300096551029?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111164300096551029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111164300096551029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-gee-i-jus-realized-this-is.html' title='Thursday (gee i jus realized this is the first time i wrote an entry on thursday) 24th of Marcha'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111035471503987165</id><published>2005-03-09T20:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.994+13:00</updated><title type='text'>random wednesday in march...</title><content type='html'>today was mufti day! yayness! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was pretty random. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow stacey and i's sea week costume homework thingy has to bee handed in and yaa da dress is real heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rm14 has to doo da scav hunt tomorrow and i dunno how dat'll work out coz we hav NO choco fishes and wer like, suppoosed to hav, like, 500 (if each person has 2) coz theres 290-somthing pplz participatin and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and likka evv eee 1 is like sooo advanced...... alot of pplz had lke already gone out wit somone, which i think is pretty weird... and evn someone i wont mention hoo, has, like already pashed som1 (oooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.) O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also hav swimmin tomorrow... hope it wont bee so cold.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man is it jus me or hav i becum really boring...... nope. not just mee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jus dat im really tired coz ive been gettin like 7 hrs of leep evry night and yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c yas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll bee back when im a lil more bouncy.,..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111035471503987165?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111035471503987165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111035471503987165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-wednesday-in-march.html' title='random wednesday in march...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-111009315029148047</id><published>2005-03-06T19:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.898+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sundi da 6th of marcha 20000000000000000000000000... 5</title><content type='html'>oh man da smart class is like freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes and dudettes, i am tellin ya right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get told off alot for talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and guess wot? I didn't use copy and paste for all that! (that's just a taste of how much talking and talking and talking and talking there is in dis class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e ways, stace and i r makin dis costume for sea week and yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, rm14 r doin zis affa ma ti on on monday uh tomorrow and matty, oliver and i (see da smart class is affecting me already.. im using right gramar!!!! ahhhhh) mad e zes pp on sea awareness and the weird thing is dat it starts off reslly really reallyu kaiwaii but zen dun dun dunnnnnnn!!!! shock, HORROR theres all dees pics of dead dolphins!!! ahhh da poor dolphins!!! but is was nessessary to raise awarness (but i was al like, we're here to raise awareness, not to make thm puke!!) but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...... its soo weird like i work soo many many many long hours on mi site and blogg but noone eva goes on it heeheeheee but i still enjoy doing this weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it's actualllylly fufun!!!ghbhjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeee oh man therer is sucha sucha sucha catchy tune here hmm i wonder where mi dad got this frm... neva knew mi dad was capable of downloading such a... happy tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i made a challenge for miself to doo all da hmwk dat da rest of rm14 was doin for da last 6 wks ... nd now i hav n=mi homwork book, i don wanna do it!!! cant bee bothered but oh well, stuff dat, i'll just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh i noe ive, like, said (uh, wrote) dis heaps and heaps, but i really hate typos and i get zem all da time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne ways, i've gotta go so c ya bros and broesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-111009315029148047?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111009315029148047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/111009315029148047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/03/sundi-da-6th-of-marcha.html' title='sundi da 6th of marcha 20000000000000000000000000... 5'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110913414847120571</id><published>2005-02-23T17:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.782+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mufti Wendnessbi da 23rd of Frebrulia! ^_^ ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**NEWSFLASH**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**flash**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mm gonna be moved into da smart class! Hmmm... I wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing.... well, i'll be moved friday afternoon... THIS frieday afternoon... which reminds mee of tewo things...&lt;br /&gt;1- rm19 is gonna bee playing ultimate frizzzbeee tomorrow against rm14 so i'm gonna see if i can stay playin wit rm19...if i train wit zem i play wit zem... an 2- i need to invent a new word for friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was mufti day... and yeah. we also had choir auditions and dat went okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee i was just outside and i saw a cloud that look ed like a dude with a moustache!!! mwahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i wonder if da rm14 ICT group r doin bloggs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I'm stuffed with sugar so im gonna try and run it off so see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SerenieGirl, one hoo mwahahas alot--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110913414847120571?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110913414847120571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110913414847120571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/02/mufti-wendnessbi-da-23rd-of-frebrulia.html' title='Mufti Wendnessbi da 23rd of Frebrulia! ^_^ ???'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110887415194001786</id><published>2005-02-20T17:21:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.693+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday da 20th of frebrulia in da big '05!</title><content type='html'>I'M HEAD GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO HOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya!!!! oh man! I haven't been this happy since tha first time i ate pudding!!! ^_^ weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee i went to cessa's (sarah W) bday partay today, and we all laughed alot, and then we went to the auquatic centre.... man its amazing how much guys talk these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... I've got leadership homework that i was supposed to start on last , last monday, and is due this wednesday...... i haven't evn started yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so see ya1!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110887415194001786?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110887415194001786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110887415194001786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-da-20th-of-frebrulia-in-da-big.html' title='Sunday da 20th of frebrulia in da big &apos;05!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110794165572261026</id><published>2005-02-09T22:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.479+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday da 9th of Februlia 2005 - something on the lighter note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, after writing a sad sad depressing sad sad poem, you'd think I'd hav somthin on a lightr note, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, thank goodness (otherwise I'd probably be more depressed) for that, I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guess wat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no really, GUESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was nominated for Head Girl at Devon! well hey I guess devon ain't that bad if they nominate u for head girl, eh? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wrote my speech in da weekends (and managed to visit stacey wit sarah as well! yay! I'm so proud!) and said it to da school in assembly on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All my friends think I'm gonna win, so that's my advantage! (and to tell you da truth, I'm pretty confident as well), but like they say, it ain't ova till its ova! and Kate and Candice would make great head girls as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I voted for Kate, by all mi friends are going spazz (I learnt that off Dallas today) at me coz I didn't vote for myself! Stacey's like remember the Simpsons?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sarah's settling down to resolution pretty well - she says that in the end, what really matters is ur friends... man i wish I could think like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i hav homework (two lots wahh) so c yas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--SerenieGirl ^-~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110794165572261026?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110794165572261026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110794165572261026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-da-9th-of-februlia-2005.html' title='Wednesday da 9th of Februlia 2005 - something on the lighter note'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110741174602704490</id><published>2005-02-03T18:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.329+13:00</updated><title type='text'>devastation, with no direction, don't leave me here in this frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is a two-part poem of mi first two days back at &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devon int...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swept Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[day 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so confident&lt;br /&gt;for the year ahead&lt;br /&gt;then in one moment&lt;br /&gt;it just disappeared&lt;br /&gt;that fateful moment&lt;br /&gt;when the names weren't called&lt;br /&gt;the hopeful image&lt;br /&gt;began to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i'd looked forward to&lt;br /&gt;for my last year at this place&lt;br /&gt;and just in a second&lt;br /&gt;it was all swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;no dreams to hope&lt;br /&gt;no success without loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the new day&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wash away&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's moment&lt;br /&gt;when it was all swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the fact&lt;br /&gt;that i may never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk trough those red corridors&lt;br /&gt;chant and compete with pride&lt;br /&gt;laugh without the tiniest&lt;br /&gt;worry in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never see those team walls&lt;br /&gt;plastered with red&lt;br /&gt;was once something of the greatest joy&lt;br /&gt;but now something to dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz at that single moment&lt;br /&gt;and on that single day&lt;br /&gt;everything that i'd hoped for&lt;br /&gt;was all swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the sudden&lt;br /&gt;a new path unveiled&lt;br /&gt;with the world as i knew it&lt;br /&gt;ashes conceiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach, it aches&lt;br /&gt;hear this heart sigh&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go back&lt;br /&gt;but all I can do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can change this&lt;br /&gt;-take this in my own hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm trapped&lt;br /&gt;coming to a dead end&lt;br /&gt;which ever road I take&lt;br /&gt;mermories concend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my biggest impact&lt;br /&gt;shall soon result&lt;br /&gt;in my biggest loss&lt;br /&gt;of that dream that i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Hours Before D-Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[day 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, just then&lt;br /&gt;I have said and told&lt;br /&gt;requested my wishes&lt;br /&gt;now power I hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ball, now thrusted&lt;br /&gt;in my court&lt;br /&gt;but new sides&lt;br /&gt;seen and taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many new risks&lt;br /&gt;they come into play&lt;br /&gt;and many new sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;both each way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 60 people&lt;br /&gt;30 each road&lt;br /&gt;which path shall I take&lt;br /&gt;I am frequently told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"no, stay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"who cares?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"no way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there shall be a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that will settle it once and for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;may I pass - it will determine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;which side shall fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there will be times when its hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but why, like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no matter what, someone will be disapointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so it's really just hit and miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but I myself spun the cobweb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;of fantasies I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that cobweb easily shredded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just caught in the undertow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yet the worse has yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the desicion i have to endeavour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no matter how much success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this thought lurks within me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yay I've finally finished this! yes, I constantly scold myself for being so reactive and not getting ova it like my friends, but I just can't seems to erase thse feelings wahhh why am I depressing myself like this????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110741174602704490?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/110741174602704490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=110741174602704490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110741174602704490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110741174602704490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/02/devastation-with-no-direction-dont.html' title='devastation, with no direction, don&apos;t leave me here in this frustration...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110662248655123994</id><published>2005-01-25T15:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.222+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 25th of JanJam in da big '05!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;teeheehee... weird title, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JanJam is mi new nickname for January!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nice colouring too, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ahh that nervous feeling in mi stomach is rising up into mi throat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wahh~ I think i'm gonna die in suspense of wat class every1 is gonna bee in next.. uhh i mean dis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, I've still gotta whole load of work to do (yeah I know... in da holidays too! It's shocking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if your wonderin wat sorta 'work' i'm talkin about, get ready bcoz i... shall... tell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DUNDUNDUN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha I guess this is how pathetic I sound in dah hols... goodness wat has boredom driven me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways about that "work" - it's summarising chapters for my fav fanfic New Trials... now u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;may think "pfft! summarising! that's easy!" but obviously u haven't read NT b4... da chappies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;are looooooooooooooooooooooonggg as! and the story is so good u can't afford to miss out any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;details! so it takes me bout 2 days on average to summerise one chappie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;...and i've got six to start and complete (as well as drawing atleast one manga piccy for each&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chapter) before the end of da holidays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gee blah! I betta stop wasting precious time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;--SerenieGirl... or should I say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REENS, DA CAKETAKER!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUNDUNDUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110662248655123994?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110662248655123994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110662248655123994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/01/tuesday-25th-of-janjam-in-da-big-05.html' title='Tuesday 25th of JanJam in da big &apos;05!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110604051710902015</id><published>2005-01-18T22:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:51.112+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The birth of Krabian (DUNDUNDUNNNN)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first words to be invented of the Krabian --- the official language of Da Krabby Bunch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the dictionary of Krabian so far:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first word - english word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second - Krabian translation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third - origin of Krabian translation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;heliliplonka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - unknown origins, possibly from the english 'hello'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pinplog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - ping pong ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summer - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;heeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - sherbet fizz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winter - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mipmilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - olympics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spring - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;neslion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - tennis ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autumn - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pillio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - lollipop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how are you - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oherayojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - english how are you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;seya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyou - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;otagria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - arigato, thankyou in japanese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sciz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - scissors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - noyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;onila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - albino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Krabian goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ekla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - blanket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Krabian how are you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - notebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - plus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;esa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;libu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - shortened version of Krabian heliliplonka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;plog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Krabian pinplog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;beeba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - rubber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cold - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;olee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - collected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;piet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (pronounced like quiet) - piglet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dadabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - unknown origins, possibly from keyring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;daromo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Krabian today and english tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;scizribi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Krabian yes and day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Krabian dadabi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Krabian dadabi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colour - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;suscree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - sunscreen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yewo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;luie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;rege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orange - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gnaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (pronounced naa-roe) - orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;elrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;inkip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lenkra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sooo... how do ya like it so far???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;until next time (mwahahahahahahahaha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110604051710902015?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110604051710902015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110604051710902015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/01/birth-of-krabian-dundundunnnn.html' title='The birth of Krabian (DUNDUNDUNNNN)'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110549248134273446</id><published>2005-01-12T13:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.956+13:00</updated><title type='text'>bordem.... i dunno wat day this is... wednesday i think</title><content type='html'>whoo yee yip da doodle doo.&lt;br /&gt;I went to wangunui and just came back a few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be tyding my room, and writing three chapter summaries for the story, New Trials.&lt;br /&gt;hey you should read it, its good. its @ &lt;a href="http://wishluv.revolutionhosting.net/"&gt;http://wishluv.revolutionhosting.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh my fingers have turned nto mince meat!!! wow that's about the fourth time I've said thta.&lt;br /&gt;see? I'm getting heaps of typos. my brain has turned into mush so don't be too worried if I get a participation next year on my australasian tests. well, i would be worried. (???) I'm going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2005!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow the year has gone by so fast. before you know it we'll be saying HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey heres a lil; song/poem that I wrote about this new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year has gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;all the new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;all the new friends&lt;br /&gt;the laughter now died&lt;br /&gt;the tears now dried&lt;br /&gt;another year has arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope these memories can last&lt;br /&gt;this new year&lt;br /&gt;this new place&lt;br /&gt;I've got to farewell yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence around me have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;yesterday seems so long ago&lt;br /&gt;the world around me don't seem so sincere&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be leaving home&lt;br /&gt;going a new way&lt;br /&gt;it'll soon be explained&lt;br /&gt;I've got to farewell yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning at an inteesection&lt;br /&gt;going own a whole new road&lt;br /&gt;navgate carefully&lt;br /&gt;try not to get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can going back to the same place be so different&lt;br /&gt;but I've got to face tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can keep living in the past&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence around me have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;yesterday seems so long ago&lt;br /&gt;the world around me don't seem so sincere&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be leaving home&lt;br /&gt;going a new way&lt;br /&gt;It'll soon be explain&lt;br /&gt;I've got to farewell yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year before I as walkin blind&lt;br /&gt;and then began to see&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm in a maze again&lt;br /&gt;tryin to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to farewell yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so it was cut short a lil bit (cut SHORT?!?! you call that short?!?!) but hey, I have to start writing the summaries now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinplog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`SerenieGirl ^-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110549248134273446?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110549248134273446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110549248134273446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2005/01/bordem-i-dunno-wat-day-this-is.html' title='bordem.... i dunno wat day this is... wednesday i think'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110428636655965047</id><published>2004-12-29T15:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.844+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 29th December... internet troubles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;arghhh mi computer can't go on da net so im typing dis frm mi dads computer I'll have a New Year 2005 special up at mi website on New Year's Eve (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://serena350.tripod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;http://serena350.tripod.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hope evry ones had a gr8 Christmas yea well sorrie dat this blog ntry is boring but yea so see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SerenieGirl ^-~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110428636655965047?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110428636655965047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110428636655965047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/12/wednesday-29th-december-internet.html' title='Wednesday 29th December... internet troubles...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110378671301556671</id><published>2004-12-23T20:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.731+13:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd of December... two more days till Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK.&lt;br /&gt;(mwahahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;where from? er... food poisoning. yaa.&lt;br /&gt;um... you don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its nearly Christmas!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... should I put up a Christmas special on my site??? (like I did last year)&lt;br /&gt;But i've deleted all the Christmas-ish graphics and pics dat i made...&lt;br /&gt;I could make some new ones... but remake a whole websie in two days???&lt;br /&gt;well, I have made a website from scratch in less than two days...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm planning on, like, a whole new layout for the New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;hey it would be nice if it wasn't just me visiting my own site, which is kinda sad, i suppose, so here's da URL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serena350.tripod.com/"&gt;http://serena350.tripod.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since it's only mee hoos readin dis that might not be much of a use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gotta go and update update update mi site!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREME MAKEOVR... website style!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya 2morrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        SerenieGirl^-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110378671301556671?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/110378671301556671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=110378671301556671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110378671301556671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110378671301556671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/12/23rd-of-december-two-more-days-till.html' title='23rd of December... two more days till Christmas!!'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110307302773769599</id><published>2004-12-15T14:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.635+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Wars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Playground Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. As you may already know, I am Serena. Today, I am going to tell you about the little war we had going on this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peoples in "The War"*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HH (in alphabetical order):&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;Callen&lt;br /&gt;Campbell&lt;br /&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;Josh Mc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Krabby Bunch/Kiwi Chicks/Bro&amp;Co/Gamble Group/SSSSR:&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Sarah H&lt;br /&gt;Sarah W&lt;br /&gt;Serena&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(just a reminder that there were also some additional people involved, but this list is the 'original', or the 'main' war group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have already noticed, that intro was completely BORING. If you are still reading I congratulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicly, I balieve "The War" started in the beginning of Term two, at camp. For others, it may have began sooner or later, but for me, it began when a little person by the name of Ben came up to me after tea once at camp at Vertical Horizons, and randomly announced: "This is war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was shocked by the sudden randomness. I mean, how could someone so boring, be so random??? That question yet still remains to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, is when the troops slowly emerged. Campbell started chasing Rachel around, and vice versa. Then the W.O.M.D.s came out (Weapons of Mass Desruption). There was some literal kicking going on, and if I recall correctly, there were a few [harmless, I may add] punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, by the work of a miracle, Rachel, Sarah, Ben, Campbell, and I, one lunchtime, started talking in a peaceful conversation. The topic was what high schools we were planning to go to. I am happy to report that there were no fists involved. However, unfortunately, Stacey was away on that day and did not join in the peaceful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next solider to be injured was Rachel. She tripped (or was tripped up by someone), and then had to be sent home. She claims that Campbell was the culprit, but many from The HH side deny this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the result of the home sentence, The War looks like it would of ended, and many claim it had, in a mediation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sarah H reports that the mediation was NOT succesful at all, that there were yelling, name-calling, and that no problems were solved. She also reports that after the medation, out teacher, Mrs Sheath, suggested the both sides stay away from eachother. This specific task was not completed, and in my opinion, did not recieve any effort to complete, as the next day, we played tag again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at the end of an eventful year, it seems as though we are still fighting. hopefully this will be sorted out once and for all next year, whatever that may be like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110307302773769599?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110307302773769599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110307302773769599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/12/playground-wars.html' title='Playground Wars.'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110307267799287995</id><published>2004-12-15T13:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.482+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday the 15th of December... last day as a humble year 7...</title><content type='html'>sniff sniff this is my last day as a year seven at devon int....&lt;br /&gt;what i'm really wondering about is wat class i'm gonna be in nxt year...&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says she knows... she says i'm gonna be in rm 16 nxt year (yay! a free ticket to endeavour) but da teacher aint Mr Avery! well dat sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be in Mr Avery's class nxt year coz I've been in his class b4 and i like the way he teaches and also it may be some help to get my sports merit! (i dunno if dats possible tho)&lt;br /&gt;she says that da teacher in rm16 nxt yr is gonna bee mrs Glentworth (i hope dats how u spel her name)&lt;br /&gt;like, i don evn know her!&lt;br /&gt;I remember i did some japanese poem writing wit her once, and she doesn't seem like she has a very fun and active sort of teaching style... no offense tho...&lt;br /&gt;today was actually more boring than i had expected... but we did som debatin and we tied... and they had the easy side! hooha! booya! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;arrrrggghhhh i hate hate hate typos they make mi hands go reeallly sloww and thn ahhhh my hands hav turned into mincemeat!!!! eeee i'm typing so slow!&lt;br /&gt;right, so i says to the guy, i says to the guy, "CAKE!!" and thn all of the sudden, a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110307267799287995?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/110307267799287995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=110307267799287995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110307267799287995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110307267799287995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/12/wednesday-15th-of-december-last-day-as.html' title='Wednesday the 15th of December... last day as a humble year 7...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110188926584826987</id><published>2004-12-01T20:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.340+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 1st December 2004... what do you do if everything seems to be against you???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;My parents were jus yelling at me. again. At school I found my bag move to another place, and it was left hanging - open. Someone stole all the things in my pencilcase (that's the second time this year), which includes five smelly gel pens, five biros, a pencil and a rubber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I still havn't finished my debating speech, which has to be finished by tomorrow morning, and I haven't even started on my homework, and its 8:39pm already. damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;The whole world right now just seems to be turning against me. What have I done wrong??? Sheesh, probably a million things. The smily face on my desk mocks me. It's freaky I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So what do you do if youre in this kinda situation??? get over it is the best thing I can come up with. But this has been going on for weeks. I've been getting less than 7 hrs of sleep every night for about the last half of this term. apparently the get over it plan just aint workin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;don't worry, be happy, as the song goes... but I can't run away from my problems, I HAVE TO FACE THEM! (damn that's corny) (okay that's didn't make sense) (and neither did that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;hey have I told you (and when I mean you, I mean me since, like, noone is reading this except for me), that i write songs??? yaa I doo. hey here's the lyrics to one of mi faves. it's called A New Beginning and it always inspires me to keep going when things get tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Everything that is here is so magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;adventure everyday undeniable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;magic in the skies, shining in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;a new day has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the sun rises into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;erasing the darkness below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yesterday's worries are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;a new day has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the sun rises into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;warming the earth below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;beginning of another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;where anything can await&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;its a whole new day to forget the darkness of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;and erase all the pain and bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;its something you can look forward to with a bright, hopeful smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;you can seize the day and never give up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the sun rises into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;erasing the darkness below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yesterday's worries are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;a new day has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the sun rises into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;warming the earther below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;beginning of another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;where anything can await&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;there is never a dead end when there is a sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;beginning of a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;you can put a right to your wrong mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;and find a better way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the sun rises into the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;erasing the darkness below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yesterday's worries are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;a new day has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the sun rises into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;warming the earth below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;beinning of a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;where anything can await&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;it a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;oh I jus luv this song! I was inspired by the fanfic: New Trials, written by Sarah Kim. you noe wat? on the subject of my songs that i wrote, i wanna type up another one!! jus for the fun of it! yay! the song is the first song that i eva wrote (i wrote it when i was eight) and i've modified it two times, altho the basic first verse and chorus is the same. pls forgive me if this is too deep, but slow, deep song i find are one of the easiest to write... it's called Can Your Hear Me. um... I think I'll just type the second verse (coz that's my fave prt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm walking down the road and I realise how time could fly so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;seeing time, and all the things in my life, go past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;time is so precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;and i should not hav waste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;but I still hav a lifetime ahead of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yea, short verse, but hey, i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;well, that's all frm me! see youse nxt time on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the bloggin' show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;LIVE! -from the coke can under mi bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;-  -  -  SerenieGirl ^-~            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110188926584826987?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/110188926584826987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=110188926584826987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110188926584826987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110188926584826987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/12/wednesday-1st-december-2004-what-do.html' title='Wednesday 1st December 2004... what do you do if everything seems to be against you???'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-110145799246775802</id><published>2004-11-26T21:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.174+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 27th of November 2004 - Roses, tied to a lampost...</title><content type='html'>In the Term3 holidays, when we were driving up to Auckland, I saw two roses, tied to a lampost. I wondered why, and what could of happened. Here's a story based on that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deafening screech of car tyres could be heard, followed by a bang as loud as an explosion. Other cars swerve dangerously to miss collision. As the small, red Mazda rolls over, again and again, onlookers gasp in horror, and are frozen by the scene. The Mazda finally stops at a lampost, beaten black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple Ford wasn't any better. After the collision, the Ford drove off and slammed straight into another lampost - almost sliced in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police and Ambulance arrive on the scene minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there's a little intro. This Windows Updates thingy has been buggin me, and now I've lost my mojo to write anymore. Sorry but I'm just gonna leave it for now. OMGosh I'm typing sooo slow!!! oh man I hav to practise! What's happened??? My hands have turned into mincemeat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a blocked nose, so I STILL sound really weird, and I can't sing. Tardarsauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man today afternoon was sooo stupid and funny!!! We were supposed to copy out dis poem about marae, etc (k that didn't make any sense oh well you'll get over it) and I said soooo many stupid things!!! hahahahahaha if Rm13 made a book of all the stupid things we've eva said @ skool this year it would bee THICK! coz this afternoon, Stacey was like, "Where the wind doesn't blow" (she was reading out a line in da poem), and I jus CRACKED. XDXDXDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to write out the line: "and the sun shines", but I accidentally wrote "and the sun doesn't blow". XDXDXDXD Then someone behind us farted. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;And then, I was working on my lettering for the title, and I was trying to draw an "E", then all of the sudden I said "I spelt E wrong". XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man this school is mad. in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea and this morning at assembly we had another band come in and do a free gig for us! And SarahH, Stacey and I were the first one outta da whole school to jump up and dance! whoohoo! but appearently we got mistaken for adventure for house points. aww shucks. oh man every one was jus gettin sooo hyper and hyperer (k i know thats not a word jus stop bugging me about spelling and grammar already!)and it was jus mad. in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think I'll play some off-line PC games (since I'll probably get told off if im online for too long)... like Castle Explorer or something like that. (If you're wondering what it is, it's a PC game that's kinda like Age of empires - set in the medival ages - only a whole lot more crappy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot my hard disk is running low on space ive only got 124 mb left. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I should go before I swear my head off se see ya nxt time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;SerenieGirl ^-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-110145799246775802?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/110145799246775802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=110145799246775802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110145799246775802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/110145799246775802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/11/friday-27th-of-november-2004-roses.html' title='Friday 27th of November 2004 - Roses, tied to a lampost...'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-109934275635632732</id><published>2004-11-02T09:34:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:50.062+13:00</updated><title type='text'>la di da di daaa... it's the 2nd of November 2004</title><content type='html'>laaaaaaaaaaaaa di daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa di daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;doooo be dooooo be shooooo waa waaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;doo dah doo dah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy halloween... or should i say scary halloween!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUN&lt;br /&gt;*lightling strikes in background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is kinda weird conmsidering that halloween was what, like, two days ago?!?! sooo... uhh... happy halloween for next year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CAN I RITE ABOUT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*light bulb* *ding!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP! I KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think ( uhh i mean write about...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hurry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DUN DUN DUN*&lt;br /&gt;*lightling strikes in background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jurrrrrrrrrrrjurrrrrrrrrrjurrrrrrrrjurrrrrrrjurrrrrrrrrrjurrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... a minor keyboard malfulfuntion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now seriously i seriously don't know what to seriously write about....  i dunno maybe i should jus rite somthin reallly really random..... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaysoi'mgonnawritesomthngrandom...whatshouldiwrite???ohsomeone,orsomethingpleasetellme!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugg... sorry, spacebar gone deAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! I COULD GO TO BORED.COM.... ATLEAST I'L...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SORRY NOW THAT CAPS LOCK KEy has gone dead... ahhh.. much betta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//shake it up baby now... twist and shout\\ ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheee sorri im onna HIGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.... I shall now let you ENTER MY MIND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHQAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you are know entering srena's mind*... please stand by...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzz... beep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honk... vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... twinkle twinkle****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splash.... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSHHHH!!! KABOOM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lets get outta here!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and becoz i'm so random and twisted i shall now say something completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A IDIOT IN A JAMES BOND SUIT THAT LAUGHS LIKE A TURKEY SO EAT ME!!!!!!BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really weird coz i've got a song stuck in mi head... only that i dunno wat song it is.... jus making it up as i go... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooo! go da sappy happiness!!! ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kooooooooooooooooolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa koooooooooooolaaaaaadaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;kooooooooooooooooooolaaaaaaaaaaaaa- GUYFORKS!!!!! (sorry can't speel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and that explosion was so huge, that this paper broke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That explosion was so huge, that it broke your monitor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\._)&lt;br /&gt;/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SerenieGirl ^-~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-109934275635632732?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/109934275635632732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/109934275635632732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/11/la-di-da-di-daaa-its-2nd-of-november_02.html' title='la di da di daaa... it&apos;s the 2nd of November 2004'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-109852099483744844</id><published>2004-10-23T21:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:49.847+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday the 23rd of - ooo look a yoyo! uhh I mean October 2004...O.o</title><content type='html'>I went to Stacey's B'day party today and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Stacey a mix CD that I made and when she put in in her CD player, it created a disturbingly static-ish sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't even started on mi contrustion homewok oops i mean homework and i hav.. wot, like, two days to finish?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish-paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooooooooooooooooo bored. that's why this blog sounds boring. because i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis blig is really boring so I jus, like wasted, like, half an minute of ur life. mwahahahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u l8rz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SerenieGirl ^-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-109852099483744844?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/109852099483744844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=109852099483744844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/109852099483744844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/109852099483744844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/10/saturday-23rd-of-ooo-look-yoyo-uhh-i.html' title='Saturday the 23rd of - ooo look a yoyo! uhh I mean October 2004...O.o'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8629276.post-109842165254178810</id><published>2004-10-22T17:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:28:49.728+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 22nd October... 9516!!!! haha jus kidding lol its 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I jus read som pplz blogs (frm mi ICT group) and i jus CRACKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;*crack*&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously, if u read my blog, then jacob's, then campbell's, then sarah's, they kinda link! hahahahahahaha! (wow i'm not doing mi evil laugh o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy bday to Stacey!!! YAYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooookay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacob dissed sarah and i in his blog. so nxt time i come across Campbell and Jacob telling eachother to shut up, I'm gonna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, give me a few minutes coz i haven't thought of it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;i'm in kinda a rush 2 rite coz i've still hav 2 start building mi hwk, and I have to finish making stacey's bday pressie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this post seems kinda short so i gotta find something to fill up space.. and QUICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUN. (lightning strikes in background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u now som pplz in our class r really... uh.. *different* and.. uhhh.. *unique* but they'lllll neverrrrrrrrrr bee as twisted as mee!&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think i've started something with the mwahahahahahas... you'll get it if u read da four pplz blogs that i mentions above...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ten hours later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now becaoz i'm so weird i'll sign off this post with a funky exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps off a cliff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ten million years later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in a croaky voice) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*another ridiculously large number of years later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Random Person: Are you finished yet?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Serena: NO! -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*starts laughing eccentricly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*splat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SerenieGirl ^-~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8629276-109842165254178810?l=schen123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/feeds/109842165254178810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8629276&amp;postID=109842165254178810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/109842165254178810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8629276/posts/default/109842165254178810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schen123.blogspot.com/2004/10/friday-22nd-october-9516-haha-jus.html' title='Friday 22nd October... 9516!!!! haha jus kidding lol its 2004'/><author><name>: : c a k e t a k e r : :</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187116720890235618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/schen/piano.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
