<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:23:53.817+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Milk?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-54247827405926686</id><published>2009-06-22T22:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:42:04.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is just a reminder for me. Free piano sheet downloads websites.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pianolicious.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;http://my-piano.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mkay byes. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-54247827405926686?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/54247827405926686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/54247827405926686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-just-reminder-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3072034222399003438</id><published>2009-06-09T17:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:13:09.782+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemme holla at you peeps for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not gonna delete this blog, but I'm using tumblr. I've made the switch, but maybe occasionally I'll blog here or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roflnator.tumblr.com"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is my tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3072034222399003438?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3072034222399003438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3072034222399003438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/lemme-holla-at-you-peeps-for-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8564958665772453252</id><published>2009-06-08T23:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:58:24.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Allodoxaphobia</title><content type='html'>Allodoxaphobia - Fear of opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I don't want your opinion on what I should wear tomorrow! Don't give me your opinion! Noooooo! Haha. Omg that would be so weird to be afraid of opinions. Omg. That was an opinion! Argh! I've become on of them! The people that give opinions. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'm such a freak tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've just realized that at times I sound like a total lesbian, not being offensive or anything, and if people didn't know better they'd think I was one. But meh, who cares? I know what I am so think whatever you want, I like pie and you can't change that, no matter how many chessecakes you give me, because eventually, I will get tired of eating the cheesecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in case you're wondering I'm in a pretty random mood a the moment. Ngeh. Maybe it's because I'm kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's annoying? You're tired so you go to bed and stuff, but then you can't get to sleep for AGES! You know that feeling? The frustration? It's so annoying right! So I'm kinda thinking that might happen to me. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Opinions! They're everywhere! Following me where ever I go! I'm not safe anymore! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case you were wondering, I was kinda bored today. Le sigh, I really need to get a life. Haha. Oh wellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I updated and stuff... So now you're.. Not bored? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. You know those chinese year things, like the year of the pig, monkey etc? Well I've made my own year thing. There's 10 of 'em. And they're after foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 - Chips&lt;br /&gt;1- Peanut&lt;br /&gt;2 - Salad&lt;br /&gt;3 - Doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;4 - Cheese&lt;br /&gt;5 - Pie&lt;br /&gt;6 - Burger&lt;br /&gt;7 - Milk&lt;br /&gt;8 - Butter&lt;br /&gt;9 - Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was born in the year of the pie, and this year is the year of the steak. Next year will be the year of the chip, and last year was the year of the butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy christmas to you all, and I hope you read the gahh blog because it is awesome and is finally updated! Hopefully there will be more updates on that silly old thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8564958665772453252?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8564958665772453252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8564958665772453252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/allodoxaphobia.html' title='Allodoxaphobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1730889374617402595</id><published>2009-06-07T17:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:01:16.162+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alliumphobia</title><content type='html'>Alliumphobia - Fear of Garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even bother? It happens every fucking week. I do something good, oh yay for me right? But then no one cares when something is wrong for them! They just get angry at me! Make me feel like fucking shit. Well let me tell you, I have feelings to you ungrateful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cut the crap, because I've had enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1730889374617402595?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1730889374617402595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1730889374617402595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/alliumphobia.html' title='Alliumphobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2104946552804132074</id><published>2009-06-06T21:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:47:19.161+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aglophobia</title><content type='html'>Aglophobia - Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think I have more confidence. And another thing, I wouldn't be closer to some people if some stuff didn't happen. Yeah, that doesn't really make any sense. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got in a fight with some people. Well it wasn't actually a fight. If it was a fight it would have been worse.. But to them it seemed like I was ignoring them, and after a while it seemed they were ignoring me and.. Well eventually we made it up. But it all started when I was shooting hoops with Miranda at lunch times. The guys, you know, shashank's group and stuff, they were shooting hoops with us too. And I started talking to them more. Now we're kinda like.. Friends instead of acquaintances. Just think, if we never started shooting hoops, maybe I would hardly talk to them, maybe I would just be mainly talking to the people I sit with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I've gotten more confidence, I dunno how but I did! When I first started school in Cempaka I was a little shy girl right? And now I'm just.. More confident! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to stop being shy at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jolly this doesn't really make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets just say this, I would be talking with Shashank, Robbie, Declan, Orion &amp;amp; Billy (I think those are the main ones) if we never gotten into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2104946552804132074?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2104946552804132074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2104946552804132074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/aglophobia.html' title='Aglophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2017545862582758486</id><published>2009-06-06T08:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:46:00.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alektorophobia.</title><content type='html'>Alektorophobia - Fear of Chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kinda boring and gay. But I got an awesome beany. :) It's like, deep pink or whatever. It's awesome okay? But yesterday I got 5 of my teeth pulled out. 4 adult &amp;amp; 1 baby tooth. And tell you what, the roots were gigantic! The oral surgeon said that if we waited any longer it would've been really hard to pull the teeth out. And my mouth doesn't really hurt and stuff.. So yeah. I guess the operation thing went well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today? Well I'm a hopeless loser that has no life. So nothing really interesting happened. I finished reading the last book in the his dark materials. Umm... I added more to the dance that I'm choreographing, but that was last night. Tomorrow I'll probably playing the piano and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2017545862582758486?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2017545862582758486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2017545862582758486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/alektorophobia.html' title='Alektorophobia.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6844487645830712777</id><published>2009-06-04T18:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:48:20.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Albuminurophobia.</title><content type='html'>Albuminurophobia - Fear of Kidney Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay................................... Hurrumpf. Okay, I was just wasting time. I really have no life. :( Anyhow today I went to school and stuff, I think it's easier of I just told you what happened. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up when I got to school I went to the library and pretended to be this teacher, my name was Mr Biography. I was with Stevie and Bec then, then Miranda came, then Kaity, then Casey. So yeah, I talked about the wonderful world of random things. Miranda and I done the Happy fish dance and the sad fish dance. :) Twas funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bell rang at some point and we went to roll call, but after roll call we had science first and that was kinda gay. We had this teacher, Ms Hermit I think her name was, and we just done book work. Boring bookwork. Gahh. Then we had History and we had to write stuff. Gahh. Too much writing goes on at school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow then it was recess, and I practiced the mime with Stevie. Then we had commerce and we got our marks back, I got 86% and the highest was Emma who got 99% Gahh smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways then we had Drama. It was the day for people to perform the mimes, Aidan went first, he was by himself, then it was Mikaila and Georgie, they kinda done the same thing as Miranda's and Emma's, but I think Miranda's and Emma's is better. After that Billy and Niko done theirs, then Stevie's and mine, then Shashank and Chris, then Amanda's and Sarah's, then Kelsey's, Shannon's and Cheyenne's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between mimes Declan and I were like, feuding or whatever. We were talking. And Orion actually sat on my lap! The nerve of him. Gawsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Drama it was lunch and Miranda and I were working on our hip hop routine in case we have to do another dance-off thing. ;D Sometime Kaity came with us, and then during second half, near the end of lunch, Miranda wanted to do a two person backwards flip with me. I was reluctant and then when we actually done it I kinda fell coz we're unco together. It hurt. Like ******* honestly, I fell on my head and like, god it hurt. But I didn't cry. And the pain went away not too long after. So now we will never do two person backwards flips together ever again. For enternity. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my school shirt is dirty. Last we had Maths and it was just revision. Then I like totally walked up with Orion and Kaity. At some point I went home. Now I won't be seeing anyone til Tuesday, coz we have a long weekend and the whole operation thing. Le sigh. Flipping gay I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6844487645830712777?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6844487645830712777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6844487645830712777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/albuminurophobia.html' title='Albuminurophobia.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3304217275908142271</id><published>2009-06-03T22:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:34:37.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ailurophobia.</title><content type='html'>Ailurophobia - Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually an alright day. First up I went to Canberra *le sigh* and that was boring. We walked around the woden mall but didn't really buy anything there because we didn't find anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the dentist, done this whole weird thing, now my braces are red, and I have no wire on the top half. Yeah.. Kinda weird. Oh wellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to civic, there wasn't that much good things there, but then again we didn't look at lots of shops. So I got this awesome scarf which is orange, these new gloves (now part of my collection XD) and some new tights that I might wear tomorrow, because I might wear a skirt tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow we got back at about, 5.10 and then I kinda waited to go *o the first rehearsals! *que the back round music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So FINALLY it was time to leave, I was looking at the time and was all like, OMG we have to leave! Argh! So yeah, we left, and I got there just before everyone got their scripts and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Kaity and Orion to stroke my scarf.. Shuddup! It's soft! I'll get all of you to stroke it one day! Mwahahahhahaha. Okay, so then we were talking about deep, dark secrets. Well, Kaity and I, Orion was talking to Aidan. So urm... Eventually everyone got their scripts and I found out that I'm playing Zelda, Ron's best friend. :) Then Happi &amp;amp; Clare came, Happi and I talked, we clicked XD which is awesome. Then Declan came bearing McDonald's but not enough for all of us. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so after we looked at our scripts and looked through them we got in a circle. We done this thing where we said our names and what we're known for. I said being weird.. True. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Miranda came sometime when we started the next game, it was called the "yes" game. So you look at someone and they say yes, then you walk over to them, then they look at someone and that someone says yes and the walk towards them and so forth. So yeah, that was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we played this murder game. It's actually pretty fun. What happened is one person started off as the murderer, then the choose someone and walks towards them, that someone says the name of some random person in the group then that person who they called out becomes the murderer. Happi always got chosen! lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played this really fun game. Two people would act out a scence, but they could only talk in questions. That was a pretty hard game. But it was also pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we played this ball game. We got into a circle again and someone would make a sound effect when they threw a ball, then someone catches it and makes a sound effect when they catch it, then they make another sound effect when they throw it again. It's pretty fun, but kinda hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those games were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we got our scripts again and we read through the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda is Ron, who is the main character. She gets these special powers that help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Zelda, Ron's best friend, I actually say a few things that are kinda.. Disturbing, even though they're not meant to be disturbing, you see, the play is meant to be serious but come on, with our sick teenage minds, things can turn disturbing pretty easily. And I had to say most of the disturbing things! And the funny things. I'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden plays Lorenzo, a soldier from Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare plays Angela, Miss Lowery (the school principal), Gran and Elena Zapadski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declan plays Peter "Chewy" Zapadski and Ginger. Ginger is my father. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan plays Barry O'Donnell, a bully, and Mr Rogers, a long dead teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion plays Billy Hammond who is mildly autistic, and Trousers, some weird guy that I forgot does what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim plays Header, Lorenzo's dad and "police".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happi plays Ronda (some mean chick), Mrs Brickman and Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaity plays Rosie (another one of the mean chicks) and Mrs Hammond (Header's wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie plays Renata-May (another one of the mean chicks), Mrs Ginger (my mother) and Mrs Sheehan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie wasn't here today. But she'll be here next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to say in my script, "My dad wanted to be a policeman, but he's too short.." Haha. It's funny coz it's true! Ah mah gahhd that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was fun and everything. So yeah.. Today was pretty alright. But days have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3304217275908142271?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3304217275908142271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3304217275908142271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/ailurophobia.html' title='Ailurophobia.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5309969100521018625</id><published>2009-06-02T17:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:46:35.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aichmophobia</title><content type='html'>Aichmophobia - Fear of needles or pointed things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today here's what happened, I got to school and then we had music first which was alright, I got 10/10 for this clapping test thing. It's kinda hard and weird to explain so.. Yeah, that's it. Then we had science which was alright-ish. We have a test on tuesday period 1 :( and a practical acid test on Friday, but unfortunately, because of my gay-ass fucked up teeth, I'm going to Canberra for surgery and won't be doing my science prac test. And it's an easy one too! It's about acids and they are pretty easy so pfft. Not cool man. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after recess we had a commerce test. It was pretty easy I suppose considering Ms Schouten pretty much told us directly what to study and what not. But I don't think I done well the the 10 rules of comparison shopping part, I was the first one to finish the test and stuff. Turns out I'm actually pretty good at commerce! :0 shocker isn't it? Haha. Oh but English was kinda gay. Sometimes our class annoys me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For English we got these strips of paper and had to try and figure out who killed who. Most of the people just talked over one another, and Miranda was the one that kinda ordered everyone already. She was like, doing a lot of the work, and then the others just talk over each other. Flipping f-tards. It was a frustrating lesson, but at least we weren't reading like past lessons, considering the fact that I finished the book (the penalty) reading is just boring. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch I got a note for Miranda and I about this Science, Maths, IT thing that sounds pretty fun. We go up to a university in New Castle and stay there for a week and do fun stuff. :) It may sound kinda gay, but meh, it'll look good on my report cards, and I think it'll actually be quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the notes I hung around talking about random things. My drink bottle died. :( I'm too lazy to take a picture of it, but it is dead and deformed. Maybe when I'm not too lazy I'll show you guys what my dead drink bottle looks like. During lunch I also found out that I'll do my maths test on Tuesday and not Thursday so yeah. Life's pretty good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch and dear we had PE, dancing again. We done the Nutbush, Macarina, Heel &amp;amp; Toe, Barn Dance and Strip the willow. Yes. Strip the willow. It is literally called strip the willow. Well, at least it isn't strip the widow right? *ahem* RIGHT?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we done the warm ups which was Nutbush and Macarina, we had to find partners and it was alright for it to be same sex couples aswell and stuff... Declan was all like, can I have this dance? And Aidan... Well I think we've established the fact that he is.. Special? Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. When we finished the heel &amp;amp; toe it was just when I got to Robbie. Us brace-faced eurasion kids rock! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess all in all today was a pretty good day. I can't wait til tomorrow! SHOPPING! AND it's like, the first rehersal thingo for the play! Woot! I'm gonna know what part I got and everything! I think I may have gotten a good part but.. Ngeh. Oh wellies. I got in!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5309969100521018625?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5309969100521018625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5309969100521018625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/aichmophobia.html' title='Aichmophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3741872796483605997</id><published>2009-06-01T20:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:31:52.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Agyrophobia</title><content type='html'>Agyrophobia - Fear of streets or crossing the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow dude, the asian half of my family is where all the talent comes from! Okay, so here's the story, both of my parents were kinda poor and stuff when they were kids, and they had lots of siblings, but they still had time for a few hobbies right? But in my Dad's half (england) they didn't really do anything creative, they just like, played sports and stuff, but as for my Mum's half (indonesia) my mum's oldest sister played the guitar, her brother.. well nothing there really, he was a bad seed, my mum's second oldest sister was a singer, my mum played the harmonica.. *ahem* awesome no, she also danced, and then her younger sister was an actress and danced and sung. So all my talent comes from the Indonesian side of my family. haha. That is so awesome! Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Anyway today wasn't really that interesting. Kaity wasn't here today, and for our Drama thingo stevie and I had to cut it down a little bit, but now I think it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. I got Love Song by that Sarah chick, the music for it that is, so soon I'll be playing on the piano and stuff. Ahhh, you gotta love music! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3741872796483605997?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3741872796483605997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3741872796483605997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/06/agyrophobia.html' title='Agyrophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-371286077793766649</id><published>2009-05-31T15:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:08:49.894+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Agrizoophobia</title><content type='html'>Agrizoophobia - Fear of wild animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! It's so freaking weird. It just popped up into my mind, Miranda thinks my smile is weird, and so does Declan!!!!!!!! :( What the hell? What is it about my smile? *sniffs* It's so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just discovered that sometimes my logic doesn't make sense. Like on Friday, Orion was leaning on me and I was all like, yeah you lean that way don't you? But then Shashank said that it didn't make sense. Psh. Just because he lent towards a girl and not a guy! But they accepted that it made sense in my own weird and twisted way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pancakes for breakfast today (mum made 'em) they were pretty good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-371286077793766649?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/371286077793766649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/371286077793766649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/agrizoophobia.html' title='Agrizoophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4907705577782179294</id><published>2009-05-30T11:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:09:20.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Agraphobia</title><content type='html'>Agraphobia - Fear of sexual abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to write, oh hot dayum, i forgot what I was gonna write! But suddenly, I remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's this thing about me. You know how with some people I'm like, shy and quiet and with others I'm weird a whacky? Well, I think I have found a reason for that. I just click with some people and don't click with others. It's nothing personal, I would like to be forward and stuff with the other people, but, well I just can't. It's kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like.. When I first met Stevie, I was talking about drugs (yeah.. In year 7 and stuff..) and we just clicked, but then with say... Eliza I guess, I don't really know what to say to her and stuff.. Gahh. Oh how much I dislike the whole clicking thing. It's like when I became friends with Ali yesterday, we clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the other thing? I click with boys more than girls. Not trying to be sexist or anything, but I can just easily be forward with guys.. Hmm.. Kinda weird aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I got the recipe for the cup-a-cake. That is a cake in a cup. :) You know how I don't really like chocolate cake? Well it's one of the few chocolate cakes that I actually like. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Oh yeah, my thighs hurt. :( Because we had to do all this rolling around on the floor yesterday and stuff, so now I can't bend down. And I have a bruise just below my left hip bone. :( Oh wellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait til Wednesday, but I don't really wanna! Wednesday are officially the best days of the year! We have sport, which is awesome because we're doing Rocka, and we have Drama and History, and either Commerce or English. So Wednesdays are awesome days. Unfortunately I'm going to Canberra this wednesday. Le sigh. Darnation. But hey, I can find out what we've done from my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Canberra to get some of the brace thingo's off so they can do my surgery on Friday. BUT here's the awesome part, on Wednesday at 6.30 we have the youth play thingo. It's like the first rehersal thingo, but not everyone is coming because people got told to go on two days. Either last friday or this wednesday.. So yeah.. That was kinda weird. And only some people know what part they've got. I, unfortunately, am not one of those few selected people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I get a good part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4907705577782179294?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4907705577782179294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4907705577782179294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/agraphobia.html' title='Agraphobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6629308655058740496</id><published>2009-05-29T16:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:29:28.017+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Agoraphobia</title><content type='html'>Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or in crowded places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best days of the year are the Rock Eisteddford full day rehearsal days. Wanna know why? Well a) we don't do ANY school work (besides Rocka I guess) and b) it's so FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I chilled with some year eights because that's how I roll. We had roll call which was.. just how roll call usually is I guess, then we went to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt this dance and then, after we done it in groups I wanted Billy to get off a chair so I could sit on it, and then Declan brought his own chair, and then I was saying that the two D's were meant to sit on the chairs. Eventually I got a chair, and at some point Orion became my backrest and Robbie and Miranda were my leg rests. :) Tis a good life. So we just you know, chillaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they were calling some of us to stand next to each other and Shashank and I got called together. They were trying to get people that looked alike so that they could make the familys. Unfortunately we didn't get picked. :( I think they picked shashank and I coz we're black. Well I'm not really that black, but you know, dark skinned, because one of the families has like, olive skin so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our turf, and eventually there were 7 chairs there. But that was after recess which wasn't really that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between recess and lunch people left because they were part of the families. Gahh. Didn't get picked. :( After practicing the dance a few times (my group was the most in time XD) I got told to get my english class to come up here, then Miranda, Eliza and Ali came. So we kinda like, ran half way there for some weird reason. Scho yes, we got the class and everything. Not long after the class came the people that weren't doing anything (mostlys year 7s and 8s) had to go to F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ali, Jamie, Miranda, Lucinda, me and other people went to F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we learnt part of the finale which isn't really that good. But that's because Ms Menchin doesn't like teaching people things and then it ending up looking bad. And it's hard to choreograph something so yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch bell rang, and Miranda and I decided that we should just stay at the hall and be cool like that. The other teachers rejected Ms Menchin. *pats her on back with mind* We just done random stuff there. We went up the ladder thingos and saw what it looked like in the attic type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of lunch we were talking about our handwriting, then people started coming because lunch was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just pretty much chilled. Didn't really learn anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing we found out today is this, there are three groups, the family, the shadows and the others. The family are like, the main characters in the books, because there's two familys, the shadows are what comes when something bad happens and stuff, and the others are just, others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in either the Family or the Shadows. But the family isn't really on most of the time. Oh wells. I think they've got all of the family anyway. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, Jamie, Miranda, me and some other chick whose name escapes me, Ms Menchin said that we were good dancers and stuff and we dunno what group we're gonna be in. Hopefully the shadows. I wanna be important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows? Maybe next year I'll get a lead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so now, from being aquantances, Ali and I are friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that if we get into the finals, Ali, Miranda, Emma, Eliza and I would be in the same room. If there's more other people will be in our room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all today was an awesome day. Ali now knows where I live. Psh. Stalker. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6629308655058740496?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6629308655058740496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6629308655058740496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/agoraphobia.html' title='Agoraphobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5065667244056900081</id><published>2009-05-28T19:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:44:02.548+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Agliophobia</title><content type='html'>Agliophobia - Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my ever so wonderful triplet has changed her blog url YET ANOTHER TIME, instead of editing this old thing I'm gonna use a new blog skin. This one is getting kinda... Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you should see the list of blogskins that I have in my bookmarks, I really have to get 'round to using them. So no more blog skin shopping! If I do.. I have to add them to my ever-so-expanding list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ally Roll Seph the 258th. I have remembered that thing that I told you that I forgot about, you know, the one when I said that I'd probably remember half way through school? Well, I didn't. But I remember now. I wanna know what my birthday present from you is!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXCLAMATION MARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow there's a full day Rocka rehersal which will be cool. We're gonna find out what parts we're gonna play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. If you check this blog later or whatever there'll be a new blog skin I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5065667244056900081?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5065667244056900081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5065667244056900081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/agliophobia.html' title='Agliophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4493020268577626915</id><published>2009-05-26T21:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:47:25.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Agateophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Agateophobia - Fear of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I wasn't going to update but.. I know you guys want to learn a new fear! :D Right? Right? Tell me if I was right or wrong in my shoutmix box thingo. :) I'm just gonna call it my chatty thing. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will start by telling you that this is mainly useless ramblings of a teenage girl. If you're a pedophile I think you should close this now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you about the major things in my life at the moment, or as some say ATM, which actually has three means, a) At The Moment, b) Automatic Teller Machine and c) Arie Tyas Mahargiani (my mum :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major thing number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocka. You know, the rock eisteddford? Or however you spell it. We have an all day rehearsal for it on Friday. Score. I miss out on PE (we're dancing. :() and science! (Once you're had Mr McEloiy you'll understand) We'll kinda get part of the thing sorted out. Tis gonna be FUN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Major thing number 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Performance thingo. Miranda and I are playing Viva La Vida by Coldplay. I'm gonna get someone to record it but... If it's not good I won't put it on youtube or facebook or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Major thing number 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play. Yeah, I got in Ned's play! Woot! I dunno what part I'm playing, but Miranda got the lead. Other people in Ned's play are; Declan, Orion, Aidan, Miranda, Kaity, Happi, Clare and I think Jesse. Unfortunately Carly and Sarah didn't get in any of the plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess those are all the major things. But yeah, I'm pretty excited about it all! I can't believe it's almost the middle of the year. It's gone so fast! One moment I started school in Malaysia, the next I'm back in Australia and before I know it I'm almost half way through year 9. Life has gone so quickly, and when we were little it seemed like it took forever for a week to end and for a month to pass and for a year to pass and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's just me. Maybe it's because for me everything seems to be going quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're in year 9, but (for us kids in Australia) it's almost half way through the year, which means it's almost time for the year 9 camp, which means we're almost in year 10, which means soon we'll be doing our School Certificates, which means we'll have our prom-type-thing-for-only-our-year, which means we'll be seniors coz we'll be in yr 11, which means we'll be studying for our HSCs, getting ready for our career choices, which means soon we'll be in year 12, which means soon we'll be doing our HSCs, which means soon we'll have our year 12 prom thingo, which means we'll get our HSC marks back, which means we'll apply for university or get our gap year off or whatever, which means we'll be in university, which means we'll be adults and then before we know it we're married with children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it seems like it's gonna take forever, but think about it, we're already 14 and 15, it was AGES ago since we were little but it seems like time has passed so quickly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I'm kinda scared of growing up. Think about it, we'll have more responsibility and we'll change! It's so weird thinking that we're gonna change! One day we're going to be.. our role models or whatever. We're gonna be adults! Which means some of us will have our first drinks, our first kisses and so on. It's kinda scary when you think about it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this, it's almost the middle of the school week already! THE MIDDLE! And the week only like, just started! The weeks seem to be getting quicker and quicker! One moment it's the START of term 2, the next it's week 5! And next week we have our half yearlies and stuff. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's the end of my rant about time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Drama Performance. Me tell you about it. Yes? No? I think yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Drama we have to do this 2-3 minute mime for our assesment thing or whatever. You can do it in either pairs or alone. I'm with Stevie for it. :) What's gonna happen is it starts with Stevie flicking through channels on TV bored, then I knock on the door because we're having a sleepover and she invites me in. She goes and sets up the play station while I put my bag away, she starts playing the game on the play station and she's playing a one player game, so I keep going, let's go outside and play, but she shrugs me off. So then I push her and stomp out into the back yard. We take out invisible swords (You know the whole thing with Azlin, the narnia thing remember? Yes Azlin, those good old times were my inspiration!) and fight each other. Then in slow motion, our swords fall out of our hands. Then I start punching, slapping and kicking Stevie (Remember Azlin??). Then I walk away but she trips me. She laughs at me and I get up and get really angry. So I walk over to her and throw rocks and stuff at her. She's backed up against the wall (this is in the Drama room remember) and then suddenly my phone rings, so I go, just a moment, and talk on the phone, while I talk she sneaks off. I back her up onto a stage, and she starts throwing punches at me and stuff. She kicks me in the balls, and suddenly we look at our watches, it's happy hour! So we break into dance and finishing we decide that we're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a begining, middle and end. Begining is the whole sleepover thing, middle is the fight, and ending is the dance. Awesome no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I blog about today. First we had science, I got all of the quick questions right, and we watched this documentary about the Siberian Tigers, it was actually quite interesting. Then we had english, but we watched the soccer instead because Mr Greig was coaching one of the teams and stuff. Le sigh. It was so boring. And so was recess. :( Then we had maths, for half the lesson we watched the soccer (there was only 20 minutes left) then we done some maths which was pretty easy. Then we had music, done a little bit of writing then we practiced our songs and everything. So far the people that have heard Miranda and I play Viva La Vida think it's pretty good. :) So during lunch Miranda had her Rocka production meeting, then went to choir. So I hung with the rest of the guys. As in the girls, not shashank the guys get it? Anyway so I was suggesting good songs for Kaity and Sarah to do. :) Then we had PE last. :( Actually it was pretty alright despite the fact that we done dancing. First we warmed up by doing the hokey pokey, then we done the chicken dance. Then we got into a circle thingo and done the heel &amp;amp; toe, a bush dance. Then we done some weird thing, it was some weird dance that I do not know the name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the guys are pretty tall compared to me... Yes, that is Jeremy. Oh, and I totally said stuff to Xin in Mandarin. XD All those lessons didn't go to waste!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home... It's a good life I lead. :) That is until the weekend because I'm a loser with no life, yes, I usually have nothing to do on weekends. But then again, I am into the whole reading a book thing again instead of fictionpress. So I guess I'll try and finish the His Dark Materials series, then I'll start this series that my dad just finished reading. We kinda have a mini library and I vow to one day, read all the books in there. Dad's book are mostly science fiction, and mums are mystery crime stuff you know? As for me.. It's kinda.. Young adult, science fiction stuff. I don't really have a particular genre. But I mostly read science fiction and young adult. You can kinda tell that in my writing, you know, stories. Which reminds me that I should continue that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think anyone reads the story on fictionpress. Oh wellies. R&amp;amp;R people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I have written a sufficient (is that how you spell it?) post, you guys outta do the same thing! Just rant about some random thing on your mind or whatever! Otherwise I'm gonna die of bloody boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-4493020268577626915?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4493020268577626915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4493020268577626915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/agateophobia.html' title='Agateophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7033923436460657273</id><published>2009-05-25T17:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:41:52.742+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeronausiphobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aeronausiphobia - Fear of vomiting secondary to airsickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was alright i guess. Oh, I really wanna read Angels and Demons. I should read that after I finish reading the his dark materials series, I should also read cloudstreet. :) There's a lot of books that I should read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, made a new email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretay-niftay@hotmail.com I think I added you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-7033923436460657273?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7033923436460657273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7033923436460657273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/aeronausiphobia.html' title='Aeronausiphobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2550679487683309252</id><published>2009-05-24T17:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:53:50.904+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeroacrophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aeroacrophobia - Fear of open high spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was amazing. First I woke up, and then I stole my mums top, I do not intend on giving it back. XD Anyhow I had PANCAKES! Que the heavenly music. Then after we talked and stuff I went to Maccy D's for a cappuccino. Talking about random stuff continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought some stripy arm warmers which are cool. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the most awesome-est news ever that is so awesome it's fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those auditions that I went to like, 2 wednesdays ago? Well I got a part in one of the plays! Can I get a boo-yeah! Omg it's awesome news!!!!!!!!!! I totally forgot about the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, i dunno, 5.30 Ned rang and was all like, can I speak to Dara? And I was all like, this is her. And he was all like, you got a part in my play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, YESSSSSS!!!!!! in my mind. And oh gosh there's another audition next Wednesday at 6.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. I need to talk to someone else who has auditioned! I can't believe I got a part! Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be like, somewhere near the BEST news of my life! And I don't care if it's a minor part, me getting a part means that I'm a good actress! Or an alright actress. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream shall be reached, I shall conquer my dream! WOOOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I need to talk to someone exciting! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this day would turn out so good! Holy cow you can not believe how happy I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, really happy, I don't remember the last time I was this happy! It's not anything compared to how I felt when I found out I was moving back to Aussie land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2550679487683309252?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2550679487683309252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2550679487683309252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/aeroacrophobia.html' title='Aeroacrophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1951165584798615911</id><published>2009-05-23T19:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:28:32.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aerophobia - Fear of drafts, air swallowing or airbourne noxious substances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rant, and maybe there will be something about my day at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that I don't like but this is something I really want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really annoys me when people don't write in correct english. Yes, maybe what I write doesn't make sense sometimes, but honestly, it really annoys me when people don't write properly. Okay if it's a typo then I guess it's alright, but if it happens more than once I just get really annoyed! And it doesn't help if I'm not in a good mood. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and racism. I think I've blogged about it before but I'm going to blog about it again. I really really, totally, immensely dislike racist people. If it's a joke it's alright, but true racist people are just flipping gay. If it was accidentally racist or something that's alright, but if it wasn't then you're just a jerk. Who are some people to judge a whole country just because you don't like someone from it? Here's an example, someone could be racist to Egyptians because they don't like one single Egyptian. What the hell? Just because you don't like them doesn't mean that everyone in their god damned country is like that! Freaking hell it's so racist I would kill you but.. Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sexism. Sexist people really 'grind my gears' eh? It's so.. gay. Honestly, how are women different to men? Why is that women don't have the rights that men have! Women in politics always get judged by what they wear! It's so flamin' gay. Besides, us women aren't that different from men! Just coz we have different private parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate people that hate people coz they're gay or bi. People like that are so damn sexist that.. they're being MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. I think that's enough of my rant. And I think that doesn't really makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-1951165584798615911?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1951165584798615911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1951165584798615911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/aerophobia.html' title='Aerophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3557614738675177334</id><published>2009-05-20T19:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:46:32.541+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Acrophobia - fear of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is.. pleasant? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had science first today and coz Bec and Casey are such sissy's I had to put my thumb over the test tube. Psh. I totally wanted to play with fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we had history and I have introduced fictionpress to Kaity and Stevie. MWAHAHAHAHHAHAAA. They shall become ADDICTS! Kaity already likes Little Less Obvious which is only like, one of the best stories on that website. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyhow during recess I started to sing, skip, skip, skip to the loo. But other than that twasn't really exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Commerce was next and holy cow I got 30/30 for the assignment. It was entertaining.. Apparently. Who'd have thunk that I'd get 30/30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were working on budgeting which was kinda boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyhow then we had Drama and we done some slo mo stuff. :) I liked my running thing the best. I done the thing in movies when they run in slo mo with their arms open! haha. Then Jesse kinda got in the way and stuff. And Miranda lifted me. Kinda weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we got into groups of 4 or 5. I said to Stevie that I had an awesome idea then Orion was all like, so am I always in your group? And I was like, do you want to be in my group? And he said yes. Lawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I was with Niko, Orion, Stevie and Carly and we were doing a haunted house thing. Unfortunately we forgot to do the whole slo mo thing, but Ms Menchin could get it clearly and stuff. Twas cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we got our assignments. Gahh, mime. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we had lunchies. Miranda done her SRC meeting, and I went with Kaity and Lucinda to get her noodles done. Then I finished eating and kinda hung with Orion and Shashank and that. Then Miranda came. And urm... Twas fun. I had to throw my drink bottle in the bin coz it died. Lawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then maths was last and it was all.. Math-ish. Twas a pretty easy lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally finished my homework and now I am extremly hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow is a mufty day so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-3557614738675177334?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3557614738675177334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3557614738675177334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/acrophobia.html' title='Acrophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5051731324435292353</id><published>2009-05-20T16:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:22:18.079+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Acousticophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Acousticophobia - Fear of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Let me guess, your friends are ignoring you for no reason?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You should stop being so smart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I should've said something besides that story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I should've said "I know how you feel. Infact I felt like that just a few days ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But something longer than that. But that's the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-5051731324435292353?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5051731324435292353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5051731324435292353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/acousticophobia.html' title='Acousticophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6646824115880764654</id><published>2009-05-20T08:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:16:50.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Achluophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Achluophobia - Fear of the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Holy Cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Juliet Simms from Automatic Loveletter is giving singing and writing lessons! Awesome right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wrong. Why you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because it's in bloody LA! :( And I live in practically the other side if the world! Down under! Gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It would've been so awesome. If only they could come to Aussie land too. I'd totally go to their concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think they're underappreciated. Hardly anyone has heard of 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So all you people, go on youtube or itunes or whatever and listen to some of their songs! Then download them if you like 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-6646824115880764654?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6646824115880764654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6646824115880764654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/achluophobia.html' title='Achluophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7571217670626917033</id><published>2009-05-19T23:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:36:53.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Acerophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Acerophobia - Fear of sourness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today in PE Carly accidentally hit Miranda in the eye, Mr Kitcher didn't notice that stupid fag of a bloody empire, so we just walked off and walked around the school, then we were going to go back to the PE class but he was talking to our class so we decided not to, the second time we walked around the school we done some weird walk. So yeah, we skipped PE. Meh. It's not like we done anything interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-7571217670626917033?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7571217670626917033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7571217670626917033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/acerophobia.html' title='Acerophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1301328886882300654</id><published>2009-05-18T17:55:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:09:13.447+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Acarophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Acarophobia - Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Omg dude. Who the freak would be afraid of itching! :S Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'd hate to meet someone with Acarophobia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyhow I like this new blogskin. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, it is currently 5.57pm, but I'm going to finish this sometime after my guitar lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So if you see this check again at some other point because this shall be edited. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey hey! This is the EDIT people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So now I shalt blog about today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay, this morning it was COLD. Brrr. And first we had PD. In our lesson we were learning about different contraceptives, there was the pill, the mini-pill, some weird thing called IUD and the condom. They showed us the pill, then the IUD, then people got to put a condom on a stick.. Ahem. Okay.. I wasn't one of those people, but like, half the class was doing it. Oh, and Andrew blew up the condom like a balloon and we were throwing it around the class. So it was an interesting lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then we had science which was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess I found out that I live in Brodie's old house and that my room is his own room. :S FREAK-AY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So then comes Drama which was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Only like, half the class sat in boy girl order... It was... Emma, Shashank, Miranda, Robbie, Me, Chris then Sarah. I don't remember who sat between Tanya and Emma. But yeah, that was it. We got into pairs, Emma with Shashank, Miranda with Robbie and Me with Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then there was this person A-B thing. I was person A :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The first thing we done was the present game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chris had to give my 3 presents and vis versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then we done this fridge thing when one of us would be a fridge and the other would pick out 5 of their favorite things and eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I think we done one more thing but I don't remember what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But then the last thing we done was we got into 5 or 6 groups, I was with Sarah, Tanya, Orion, Chris and Jesse. And we had to mime breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So in our group I was the main character and Orion was my car, Chris was the person in the drive through window, I ordered a burger and a drink, Tanya was the window thing, Chris told Jesse to make the burger, jesse spat in my drink, made the burger on Sarah who was the grill, then I got it and drove away without paying. :) So Chris jumped out of the window and Jesse became his car and there was a "high speed chase" *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So yeah, that was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then we had English and I finished reading the book that of in which the name escapes me and I'm too lazy to reach into my bag and find out what the name is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then it was lunch, Miranda and I practiced Viva La Vida and Shashank and Dylan came and practiced their thing. Then during second half we were shooting hoops with "The Guys" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last was maths and it was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So before my piano lesson I bought some food coz I was totally hungry. :( And then I had my lesson and got the full verson of fur elise, and I'm gonna get Beethovens 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4IRMYuE1hI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4IRMYuE1hI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;That is it, I will get it soon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And urm.. I had a guitar lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Now I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;~Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1301328886882300654?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1301328886882300654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1301328886882300654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/acarophobia.html' title='Acarophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3155320487867875357</id><published>2009-05-17T19:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:41:46.958+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ablutophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;" &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;Ablutophobia - Fear of washing or bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm going to name my posts by fears. So yeah.. This will be interesting. :) There's a lot of 'em too. I found this website that has a whole list of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow if anyone has myspace and I'm not their friend on it &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sxc_daraway_9595"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow life is BORING. :( And I just had dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be so weird if someone had ablutophobia. I saw this REALLY funny one.. or weird, but you'll see that in a post some time later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Today I went to Canberra to have lunch with Jodi, Justin, Alison, Amy and Holly. We went to a Turkish restaurant in Dickson and gave each other late birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Now my mummy is mad at me coz I changed her status on facebook. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I Put On - Kanye West is an AWESOME song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3155320487867875357?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3155320487867875357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3155320487867875357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/ablutophobia.html' title='Ablutophobia'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6973212130432192422</id><published>2009-05-16T20:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:37:14.211+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are so flippin' gay :(</title><content type='html'>Gahh. I hate weekends. There's usually nothing for me to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Tomorrow, which just so happens to be Sunday, there will be an audition for the Cooma Little Youth Theater for two plays.&lt;br /&gt;It's from 3-5 and is at the Cooma Little Youth Theater.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, just a few A-B things, drama games and monologues.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun on Wednesday so you guys should go.&lt;br /&gt;And you can do backstage and stuff so yeah, twill be fun righties?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today twas heaps boring. :(&lt;br /&gt;I practiced a bit of guitar and piano but otherwise I just ate and watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a lazy life I lead. :(&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow I'm going to Canberra.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now. *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6973212130432192422?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6973212130432192422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6973212130432192422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends-are-so-flippin-gay.html' title='Weekends are so flippin&apos; gay :('/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3277903860987174749</id><published>2009-05-14T15:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:47:53.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>holy cow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/80616883/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is an awesome acapella.&lt;br /&gt;It is so freaky and awesome! Lawl. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. Today Mummy when to canberra and I went to school and Dad went to work. :)&lt;br /&gt;What happened was I went to school, went with Miranda to hand in her commerce assignment which is LATE. Like, 2 weeks late. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow then we done the last of the NAPLAN and I think I done REALLY bad in it. :( But we had a little break in between the calculator and non-caluclator tests. :) When I finished I wrote chinese numerals on my working out sheet of paper. :) I didn't really need to use it. Maybe because I wasn't trying hard. :S I guessed some of the answers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had recess in which I watched the guys (shashanks group will now be reffered to as "the guys") shoot some hoops. I said to Miranda that they were using a girls ball because they're girls and the Orion was all like, what did you say about me? And Ryan said that he was fat and then Orion was offended which proves my point. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had Music and Miranda and I wanted to work on Viva La Vida which is the song we're doing for the preformance, but we won't do it if it isn't good, it HAS to be perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were supposed to have maths but watched the football instead. But Miranda and I were thinking about our Music project. We were working out who should do what verse and harmonies and everything. It seems like it's gonna be awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point the bell rang and we had a basketball, but then Miranda remembered the SRC meeting, so I was left with my Manly Pumped Up ball which I am now going to refer as, John. :) Jesse got some sissy girls ball named Susan and there was another ball that was manly but flat, and I'm gonna call that one Stevenson. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hit on the head with a ball, it bounced off the hoop and hit me, and I was the one that threw it. Then I got hit in the face by Ryan, purely accidentally. Gawsh, and I almost got hit a few times. I think my head is a magnet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the other hoop Dylan said that he thinks Aidan likes me and then Robbie said yeah and I said Ok... Then Dylan said, no, I know he likes you, then Robbie said yeah and I said ok... But then I said that he's not my type and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that I went back to the other hoop.. It was just too quiet at the other one! And.. Yeah, I guess that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm hungry now :( But Viva la vida is an awesome song! And if you haven't heard it you are a FREAK. I know it has the cello and the violin in it, but Miranda is gonna play the chords the cello plays and I'll play the violin bit on the guitar so it's gonna sound awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3277903860987174749?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3277903860987174749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3277903860987174749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-cow.html' title='holy cow.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2062320204156495259</id><published>2009-05-14T07:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:54:18.948+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUS</title><content type='html'>we also played space jump last night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2062320204156495259?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2062320204156495259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2062320204156495259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/plus.html' title='PLUS'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3209919757803417641</id><published>2009-05-12T23:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:08:55.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyX54bXsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9UDV3fycIA0/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyX54bXsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9UDV3fycIA0/s200/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335272832318004930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bedside table.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyXtEbJHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kPCB9C4SePo/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyXtEbJHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kPCB9C4SePo/s200/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335272828878660722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bed :)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyXdXNUPI/AAAAAAAAAts/vlbk_UU_kB0/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyXdXNUPI/AAAAAAAAAts/vlbk_UU_kB0/s200/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335272824662479090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wall, above my bed is that painting.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8G62gGuI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-mud9ozRRXo/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8G62gGuI/AAAAAAAAAtk/-mud9ozRRXo/s200/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334931691915975394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My point shoes hanging from my cutain :)&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GjB36WI/AAAAAAAAAtc/I7m9gkGx6PE/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GjB36WI/AAAAAAAAAtc/I7m9gkGx6PE/s200/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334931685521221986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mobile :)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GZjnrGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dXLhwYbzHMg/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GZjnrGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dXLhwYbzHMg/s200/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334931682978409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wall&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GUJ6KHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/v_6BhgZGeYs/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GUJ6KHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/v_6BhgZGeYs/s200/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334931681528391794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bookshelve&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GPKY06I/AAAAAAAAAtE/JYZ2_laBluc/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl8GPKY06I/AAAAAAAAAtE/JYZ2_laBluc/s200/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334931680188224418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside my wardrobe.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2yy0Ji1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/rmmL8NRwx3M/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2yy0Ji1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/rmmL8NRwx3M/s200/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334925848603102034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside my wardrobe&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2ymXFnII/AAAAAAAAAs0/Q9vuEDDHOG8/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2ymXFnII/AAAAAAAAAs0/Q9vuEDDHOG8/s200/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334925845259984002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2yZeO3-I/AAAAAAAAAss/QfqMy7tSsf0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2yZeO3-I/AAAAAAAAAss/QfqMy7tSsf0/s200/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334925841800290274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My computer desk&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2yCa3HfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/YnQXNpE4OFE/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2yCa3HfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/YnQXNpE4OFE/s200/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334925835612134898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dressing table&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2x6T3woI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QP_Q_V-W588/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sgl2x6T3woI/AAAAAAAAAsc/QP_Q_V-W588/s200/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334925833435333250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the pictures of my room coz I'm too lazy to make a video. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I'm too lazy to blog about my days. But I'll just blog about the interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I'm now better friends with people, well some people, than before I left which is awesome! But that's not the interesting part of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Wednesdays are my favorite day, we have good subjects that day, and we have sport. Ok, I admit sport can be bad sometimes, but it really depends on what you're doing, and Rocka is FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we learnt part of a hip hop routine and the boys done better than the girls because of their confidence. :) Go the BOYS! Lawl. Anyhow at the end we got to freestyle, Miranda done the worm and I done the booty shake ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we were going to go into town (Miranda and I) but instead of walking we decided to catch a bus :) So we waited for the bus to come which was pretty cool. It's the second time I took a town bus in my entire life! :o So yeah, twas pretty cool. We got dropped off at Woolies and went into office play (I know WTF with the name right?!), then we didn't really find any cool wigs, well there were some cool ones but we decided not to buy any, so then we went by Allans looking for a good song for the music concert on Wednesday September 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went into Silly Willys, then we got some chips, and went to the music book store place. Whatever you call it. We stayed there until like, 5, then we went to a pay phone coz my phone had no battery :( So Miranda's mum picked us up fromt he war memorial park and we went to her house. Then while Miranda was making cake in a cup (twas delicious) I called my folks and told them I'd be staying at her house until after the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate our cakes while watching that Sadie show, I think it's called Naturally Sadie or something. And then we kinda watched the simpsons while making friendship bracelets. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point we had dinner, which was macaroni and sausages. Then we picked up Emma and went to the youth theatre. I think I know where it is now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda dark so I didn't really know the way, but that's not the point! We got there and filled in the form, then we sat and talked and stuff. They two peeps, Ned and... A lady whose name I don't remember talked about the plays and everything. There's two plays and now I'm too lazy to explain it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is, we done this name game where you had to say an alliteration with your name in it, and an action. So like, Dramatic Dara and a pose, then everyone else goes Dramatic Dara and poses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played this game.. I don't know the name of it, but Ned said an emotion, after you were facing out of the circle, and then when you thought of a good pose you'd face inside the circle and when he goes, 1, 2, 3 you pose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first emotion was happyness and I won a trophy. :) Then we done anger. I was stradling an invisible person bashing them up and Aidan said that it's funny coz it's true. :) I'm still innocent though.. Right? *cough cough* You guys totally believe me. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one wasn't really an emotion, it was a teapot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat back down again and we got into pairs, we had these scripts that were only a few lines, there was person A and person B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first round I went with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we were scuber divers in this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; - I think we're lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - We're not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; - Well where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; - Great. Now what are we suppoosed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Carry on I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one got a few laughs out of people, I don't think I'm good at scuba diving. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;The second one was this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; - Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry, not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; - I really need somebody to help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Try someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; - Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other people done theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Then some people got chosen partners. It was funny, Sarah and I were holding hands coz we're whackos, and then I got paired up with her AGAIN! So we burst out laughing. Twas very funny, so then I got pair up with Kate and she has long hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ours, the first one was her being a big shot buisness woman and mother and I was the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; - Uh... Wellington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Are you running away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Got any money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one got some laughs out of people.&lt;br /&gt;Then the second one Kate was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; - (something I don't remember :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; - Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - I'm your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; - What do you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - You're just about to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that in a really disturbing voice that you can guess so yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got handed some monologues, and then some people done a script.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get handed a script.&lt;br /&gt;But nearly everyone done the monologues.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what mine said, but I had my arm around an invisible persons should and at the end I done actions to "You killed her potential"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I got a ride with Emma and yeah. That was my afternoon, I've been away from home for roughly 12 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I left for school at 8.30 am, then I got home at 9.15 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fun and wednesday rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an audition on Sunday but I can't go coz I'm going to Canberra. And you don't have to go on Sunday anyway. Then sometime next week we're gonna get a call to say if we made the cut or not, but even if you didn't get a part you can help backstage and everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3209919757803417641?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3209919757803417641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3209919757803417641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-awaited.html' title='Long awaited.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgqyX54bXsI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9UDV3fycIA0/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7285531337240723991</id><published>2009-05-10T23:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:47:38.479+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamas day  '09 :)</title><content type='html'>Happy Mamas day to all you mothers out there!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;As for me today was quite boring. :(&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my mum a locket, it's on a necklace and it says mother on it, I have a matching one.&lt;br /&gt;I've had it since December. :) Yes, the mothers day present was from then.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall wait for my birthday wish to come true! :)&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s I'm really sleepy *yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-7285531337240723991?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7285531337240723991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7285531337240723991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/mamas-day-09.html' title='Mamas day  &apos;09 :)'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5876732562307777237</id><published>2009-05-10T10:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:26:05.994+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair hair hair hair HAIR.</title><content type='html'>Looking back at my pictures and thinking about what my mother dearest said to me last night, I think I know what I want to do with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are no promises that it's gonna stay that way in however many days, weeks, months or years time.&lt;br /&gt;So for now I've decided that I'm gonna grow my fringe out.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I kinda forgot what it's like not to have a fringe again as well.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might grow my fringe out, no promises.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow then I'm gonna grow my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my hair is already long.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna grow it out so that the all the layers are the same length.&lt;br /&gt;So my hair will have no layers at all.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll stick with that... Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm gonna grow my hair until the end of my ribs, and that's roughly 10 cm I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that sounds like a pretty good plan to me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stick with that length, but maybe not the plan of no layers and the whole fringe thing...&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my fringe :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Fingers crossed that it'll work, and fingers crossed that my wish will come true soon.&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5876732562307777237?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5876732562307777237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5876732562307777237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair-hair-hair-hair-hair.html' title='Hair hair hair hair HAIR.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7938664189734199705</id><published>2009-05-09T16:43:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:40:57.729+10:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVIb0tNCSI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AiXpd-hatw0/s1600-h/011+1995+Cooma,+Dara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVIb0tNCSI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AiXpd-hatw0/s200/011+1995+Cooma,+Dara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333748976532130082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;, 1995&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHwVNqsyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BwjJ7Q1tkR0/s1600-h/011+1996+Jeli,+Dara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHwVNqsyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BwjJ7Q1tkR0/s200/011+1996+Jeli,+Dara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333748229343982370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;, 1996&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHwHxFowI/AAAAAAAAAsE/8Gb_OembeCo/s1600-h/001+1997+Brisbane,+Kangaroo+Point+apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHwHxFowI/AAAAAAAAAsE/8Gb_OembeCo/s200/001+1997+Brisbane,+Kangaroo+Point+apartment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333748225734451970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, 1997&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHwJzJH0I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Lb4bTr4SomY/s1600-h/028+1998+Tehran,+Halloween+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHwJzJH0I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Lb4bTr4SomY/s200/028+1998+Tehran,+Halloween+costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333748226279939906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, 1998&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHv-0hZqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nHf8mrnIoDE/s1600-h/003+1999+Batemans+Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHv-0hZqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nHf8mrnIoDE/s200/003+1999+Batemans+Bay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333748223332935330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;, 1999&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHv2XJDYI/AAAAAAAAArs/GMuoXeWPhEE/s1600-h/004+2000+Cooma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVHv2XJDYI/AAAAAAAAArs/GMuoXeWPhEE/s200/004+2000+Cooma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333748221062221186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;, 2000&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFipg1sZI/AAAAAAAAArk/htg_n2ndItM/s1600-h/076+2001+Cooma,+school+Easter+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFipg1sZI/AAAAAAAAArk/htg_n2ndItM/s200/076+2001+Cooma,+school+Easter+fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333745795251679634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;, 2001&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFihBjDRI/AAAAAAAAArc/V9W3-GXlub4/s1600-h/036+2002+Norwich,+Stephen%27s+scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFihBjDRI/AAAAAAAAArc/V9W3-GXlub4/s200/036+2002+Norwich,+Stephen%27s+scooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333745792972950802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, 2002&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFiSyCi5I/AAAAAAAAArU/WrzRVATAtS8/s1600-h/081+2003+Denham,+Rosemount+winery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFiSyCi5I/AAAAAAAAArU/WrzRVATAtS8/s200/081+2003+Denham,+Rosemount+winery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333745789149809554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;, 2003&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFiV0foRI/AAAAAAAAArM/GMI6UsHxth4/s1600-h/051+2004+Cooma,+home,+play+with+wig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFiV0foRI/AAAAAAAAArM/GMI6UsHxth4/s200/051+2004+Cooma,+home,+play+with+wig.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333745789965410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;, 2004&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFiIpOiYI/AAAAAAAAArE/9IcfT87CzSE/s1600-h/013+2005+Semarang,+make-up+place,+Dara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVFiIpOiYI/AAAAAAAAArE/9IcfT87CzSE/s200/013+2005+Semarang,+make-up+place,+Dara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333745786428492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;, 2005&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7wCSxcvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/UHmt2Zvy4IA/s1600-h/046+2006+Beijing,+Temple+of+Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7wCSxcvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/UHmt2Zvy4IA/s200/046+2006+Beijing,+Temple+of+Heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333735030125589234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;, 2006&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7v9330uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RMD7aphD534/s1600-h/005+2007+Kuala+Lumpur,+Eid+Al+Adha,+train+to+mosque.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7v9330uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RMD7aphD534/s200/005+2007+Kuala+Lumpur,+Eid+Al+Adha,+train+to+mosque.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333735028939018978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;, 2007&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7vWMoYaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7a6SZ8EI5TM/s1600-h/P1060732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7vWMoYaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7a6SZ8EI5TM/s200/P1060732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333735018288669090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;, 2008&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7vVtcJDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p7Fy6yTZLGA/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgU7vVtcJDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p7Fy6yTZLGA/s200/IMG_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333735018157843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Urgh. Freaking internet is being freaking gay.&lt;br /&gt;It's taken like, 2 and a half hours for me to make this post.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far. :(&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe more! Urgh shit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow that is the time line of my life :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I've changed?&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just the hairstyles that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait til next year and see how much I've changed then!&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;It started last night when Dad told me that there would be a slight disappointment in my present.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then mum got angry at me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, then I woke up and went on msn. I checked my facebook and saw a few wall messages but I didn't reply because I was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Then at some point I got part of my birthday present. :)&lt;br /&gt;Which was this puzzleball thing. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished making it yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at some point I got ready to leave, you should've seen how many outfits I went through, lawl.&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked up Kaity and went to Heidi's. We were gonna sit inside but then decided to sit outside coz it's a nice day, and then these people copied us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around this fairytale park place while waiting for Miranda and Stevie.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to our seats and found Stevie and Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate and talked about the social, what's happening is the theme is Dynamic Duos, Miranda and I are going as Dark and Light, of course I am dark, then Stevie and Kaity are going as Hannah Montanah and Miley Cyrus. I'm not sure which one is going as which though. :)&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it sounds like fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished we went to that fairytale park place and took pictures, then I tried to call my folks but NOOO, they wouldn't pick up the fucking phone.&lt;br /&gt;So we went down the road towards the main road, then I called my Dad and he said he'd pick us up in about 15 minutes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just sat there talking. Twas cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it was the first time Miranda had pancakes at Miss Heidi's Teahouse, and guess what? She loves 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got picked up and got dropped off infront of the chicken inn, we went inside there to get a movie time thing but there weren't any. So we went into silly willy's, decided not to watch a movie, so we bought some cap guns. :) Yeah, we rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we decided to go into office play and look for wigs, but it was closed. :( So we went to Norris Park and hung there for a while. Then Kaity left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime we got bored so we went to Centenial Park and played on the equiptment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point we went to Woolworths and bought random things.&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw Emma when we were sitting at the war memorial park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually everybody had to go home. :( But twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I really wanna know what the other part of my present is! Urgh. My stupid mother won't tell me! It's not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me not knowing what it is! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-7938664189734199705?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7938664189734199705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7938664189734199705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-years-young.html' title='14 years young.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SgVIb0tNCSI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AiXpd-hatw0/s72-c/011+1995+Cooma,+Dara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4571512119564204529</id><published>2009-05-08T19:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:05:03.292+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How odd.</title><content type='html'>Mkay well today I didn't go to school because I had an appointment with an oral surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, Oral is mouth and Surgeon is someone who operates on another person.&lt;br /&gt;So put two and two together and what do you know it? You now know what oral surgeon means!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so he described to me what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna get a sedative and then I'll get my first molars pulled out, then I'd get my baby tooth pulled out, then they'd cut a piece of gum covering my tooth and stick a gold chain there, then connect the chain to the wire of my braces, then they'd stitch the gum back and voila, done. It should take about an hour then I'd stay there for an hour for recover. For the first 2 days there should be swelling, there's roughly 5 days for recovery. :)&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a good plan to me!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I had to get an x-ray of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I don't like mouth x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;The machine makes me claustrophobic and I can't breath properly. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Woden mall or whatever they call it.&lt;br /&gt;First we ate. :) Delicious. I had kingleys.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to cotton on. I found a good pair of sunnies but didn't buy 'em. There's been better. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to supre and saw cool clothes, but didn't get anything coz it's expensive. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to bloch and didn't really see anything interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to pro something. Lawl. I saw a cool skirt but of course, the tummy was too big. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Diva and saw cool necklaces, but didn't get anything.&lt;br /&gt;Then went into some shoe store and saw the most awesome heels, but didn't get them. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then went into sportsgirl, I didn't really find anything interesting there.. But they had good shoes!&lt;br /&gt;Then mum went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Then... Went to an asian food store and bought gum :)&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;That was a lot of thens whasn't there? Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;And I plan on taking a lot of pics tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Happy early birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;~Tata&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4571512119564204529?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4571512119564204529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4571512119564204529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-odd.html' title='How odd.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1393986837819567814</id><published>2009-05-07T18:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:31:05.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignore it.</title><content type='html'>When I got in the library I helped Louisa find her favorite book, Sex, Puberty and Other Stuff I think it's called. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat with her, Jess and Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;We were pretending we were on a news show on SBS then Samantha (L &amp;amp; J's friend) came and she done the no comment report. She smiled. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lawl. Then the bell rang and I went to roll call. I sit in an awesome chair, it's green and it's twirly :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I had science first and we had an experiment, making an indicator from cabbage. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to history and I finished my sources task. Then I read until we wrote some stuff down in our books.&lt;br /&gt;WW2 baby! Hitler! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then had recess and Miranda had to go to her The Team thing, it has something to do with the council.&lt;br /&gt;So I was bored and burried my foot coz that's how I roll. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I had commerce and we were talking about saving.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was late for Drama because we forgot it was Thursday and didn't hear the bell ring.&lt;br /&gt;We were doing mime because, of course it's our topic until say, week 8 or 7?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so after we done the usual warm ups we got into pairs, actually we had a pairs picked for us coz Ms Menchin wanted us to get out of our comfort zones and I'm alright with that.&lt;br /&gt;By the way Stevie wasn't here today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I was with Jesse. And I came up with the idea, what can I say? I'm a mastermind.&lt;br /&gt;So our miming sketch was that I stole something from an innocent passer by, and Jesse was the police officer and was chasing after me, then I got a gun and shot him and shrugged and walked away. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow then it was lunch, I put my bag down and drunk some water, then I borrowed a basketball, unfortunately it wasn't really that hard or filled? What do you call it? haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I scored 2 hoops in my first time I think :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Shashank and them guys came and by the end of lunch I scored 78 goals, got hit in the head once after they apparently said heads heaps of times, and dodged the ball heaps of times. :)&lt;br /&gt;I rock!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had D.E.A.R which was boring, then had Maths and we were learning.. Expanding Grouping Symbols.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually something new for me, but I think I get it :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and now I'm hungry. My mother owes me some food!&lt;br /&gt;Lawl. Tomorrow is Friday the 8th, I bet the people I sit with are gonna talk about me behind my back, and I have an appointment with an oral surgeon. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and... I forgot. :(&lt;br /&gt;~Tata!&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/DaraAsmith"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is my new twitter url :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1393986837819567814?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1393986837819567814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1393986837819567814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Ignore it.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7653087065641937264</id><published>2009-05-06T18:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:24:36.695+10:00</updated><title type='text'>itouch kids</title><content type='html'>Haha. Get it? It's an itouch for kids! ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow in my last post I talked about an excursion right?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don't believe me, just check!&lt;br /&gt;So the excursion was to go to canberra to see this concert called the History of Music.&lt;br /&gt;It went for one and a half hours and surprisingly it was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;They mentioned the Beetles and of course, ABBA, not to mention Micheal Jackson. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! Then after the concert we got to buy food. Some people went to McDonalds, others went to Subway, some even went to Coles!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided at the year 9 camp, if we can, I wanna go to Woolworths or Coles and just buy some random thing like, bendy straws. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we got on the bus to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;However today was a much different day than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;For one there was no excursion, I just pretty much stayed at school all day, well, during the school hours, but it was a pretty interesting day... Or was it? O.o&lt;br /&gt;So first I went to school and just hung in the library, it was warm there. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Roll Call and nothing really interesting happened, however I did start to feel like it was almost christmas time... Odd.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first we had History and we were doing a sources task. I have to do my part B. We have 20 minutes next lesson to finish it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Drama. We were doing miming stuff. Hi-larious.&lt;br /&gt;After we warmed up we got into groups of 4 or 5. I was with Orion, Stevie, Robbie and Aidan. Everyone's mimes were about waking up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Aidan was the sun, Stevie was the mother, Orion was the father, Robbie was the son and I was the daughter and/or the grandma. But being a grandma would be weird in our sketch.&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that it was Robbie's birthday. Stevie and Orion were lighting the cake and I got the present. Then we walked in, the sun shone, Robbie woke up and Orion found a magazine on Robbie's floor, and you know what type of magazine I'm talking about right? Anyway Orion looked through it, I dumped the present on Robbie's bed, grabbed the magazine and started to read it. Then they done some weird. thing. Hi-larious.&lt;br /&gt;And it was good coz everyone pretty much knew what was going on. Although it might've been a little wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Orion and I came up with most of the stuff I think.&lt;br /&gt;After that.. The other people done theirs. I think Miranda's and Emma's were good as well. Miranda's was with Danielle, Mikayla and Katelin. They were at a slumber party and Danielle and Katelin put shaving cream on Miranda then they hid Mikayla under a box so that when she woke up she'd hit her head. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Emma's was with Jesse, Shashank, Declan and Billy.&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that Emma and Jesse woke Billy up, surprising him, then he ran after all four of them trying to catch them or tell them off, then those four caught Billy and started to beat him up. :) Twas hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;After we done the sketches there was only a few minutes left so Ms Menchin talked about Rocka.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Recess. Miranda and I were walking around the oval jumping over the white lines, pretending that there were ropes there. We were talking about random things. Then Miranda told me that yesterday they were talking about how I didn't invite Bec and stuff to my birthday celebration. Come on. It's not like I'm your first pick in a celebration! Besides have you seen the prices at Heidi's? The plain pancakes are 12.50 I think, so it's roughly $60 all together if there's 5 people! Oh boo fucking hoo. If you didn't invite me it's not like I'll get in a hissy fit.&lt;br /&gt;And we were also talking about how in our group, the people in general are good, but they don't talk much, and when they do it's pretty much just bagging out people. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Then Miranda said that she thinks Orion likes me. And I think I said interesting... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Oo, before I forget, a joke that Miranda told me. There are two lesbian vampires, and one of them goes to her girlfriend, see you next month!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it just ask me and I'll explain it to you. I don't want to explain it here coz I'm hot like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;At some point we were talking about how weird Shashank's group was and that we'll start our own club. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rang at whatever time it usually does, Mr Greig wasn't there so we had Ms Carr. We were working on our podcasts. I finished mine so I just hung around, then Miranda asked me about what photos she should put in her podcast. So we borrowed a camera from the library then went to the place where the Nazi sign was, but it got washed away in the rain I think. :( Good thing I got it on my phone! :) Then we took photos that symbolised her book. Unfortunately we couldn't go to the graveyard, but we got pretty good pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was assembly so we had to sit down. There wasn't any interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but in English on the roll at the end there was a thing saying Dara Post. So it's a cross between me, Dara Smith and him, Dylan Post. Haha. Hi-larious.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow after assembly we gave the camera back and then booked it for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Then we put our bags down and borrowed a basketball. Usually you're not allowed to borrow them on Wednesdays, but Ms Pollard loves us. :)&lt;br /&gt;So we were shooting hoops and Shashank and nearly the rest of his group came like the usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Twas a lot of exercise. :)&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang so we went to sport. It was pretty fun. I got warmed up :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and fell asleep after eating a chocolate twist and a chocolate croissant.&lt;br /&gt;And then I had Rendang for dinner. :) Meh. I'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Alena, I'm online now! Gawsh. Where are you! Huh?! PUNK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-7653087065641937264?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7653087065641937264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7653087065641937264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/itouch-kids.html' title='itouch kids'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6697096184906829556</id><published>2009-05-04T20:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:46:04.539+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Are you ready for some questions that you barely find in other surveys?&lt;br /&gt;Ready as a peanut on a stick! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have clothes that belong to other people?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Stole 'em from my mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look down, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Sheep skin rug. :) It's soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the right, whats at the very end?&lt;br /&gt;Curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the left, whats at the very end?&lt;br /&gt;Bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the last person you texted ever been mad at you before?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose the ugliest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;Besides you? Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your mum ever asked you if you've been smoking?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose myspace page did you last look at?&lt;br /&gt;Urm.. Mine? I dunno. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your top friends have a tongue ring?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your top friends have a nose ring?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had to deal with the police?&lt;br /&gt;I never had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw someone or did take drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Never seen someone take drugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight or later coz of my commerce homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last swear word that you said?&lt;br /&gt;Shit or Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you usually the first to say sorry when you're in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stayed up all night waiting for someone to call/text you back?&lt;br /&gt;Nup. I usually fall asleep sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get high often?&lt;br /&gt;Haha nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will be the next time you text someone?&lt;br /&gt;When I get credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail and what was it about?&lt;br /&gt;Who uses voicemail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a high chance of you going to the movies soon?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on Saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the dishes for fun sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;WTH? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to steal anything of yours?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of your top friends are in collage?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it college? Haha. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last people you played electronic games with?&lt;br /&gt;Mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend today?&lt;br /&gt;$0.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an independent person?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Canberra on the music excursion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever bought drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Not that of on which is the illegal kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Your face. Nah, I dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous of anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a few days ago? Whenever I was last angry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have friends you can tell stuff to and you're sure they won't tell?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried while in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Yach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe exs can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;yesm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;9th of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a good person?&lt;br /&gt;At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Signed off msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;December. Ages ago eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cant you wait for?&lt;br /&gt;Presents! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something dumb?&lt;br /&gt;When haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get jealous easily?&lt;br /&gt;Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that smokes pot?&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who did once? or so I was told. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with girls?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia and England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But I don't think I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you cry right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Desperate housewives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That was hard and confusing. I'm not good with the whole, box thingo. :)&lt;br /&gt;So what happened today.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;First I had PD which was not cool because we were taking down notes. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then we had science and were doing stuff with acids, but it wasn't really exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then I had recess and it was boring. 8C&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Drama which was alright.. Found out that our project for this term was to do a 2-3 minute mime :) Sounds fun. But I don't want my partner to be one of my friends, yes, that's Miranda and Stevie, but I don't want it to be one of those lazy people that don't do anything! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;So I want to be partnered with someone in Shashank's group or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we had English and I finished my project, we had a little glitch in the system but now it's all cool. Now Robbie has to finish his.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch, I paid for the music excursion, then I handed in my commerce project. Then I went to the toilet, then Miranda was there when I came out and we borrowed a basket ball to shoot some hoops. I finished eating my lunch and had a few gulps of water, then I was shooting hoops with Miranda. Then Niko and Jesse came, Psh. Copy cats. At some point Jesse &amp;amp; Niko came to our hoop and Jesse was like, give me the ball, and Miranda said, You know why he wants the ball so much? Coz he doesn't have any. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. That would be freaky if he was reading this..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then Robbie and Chris came. I was pregnant at times. It was a good workout? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, twas fun. Then at some point the bell rang and we went to D.E.A.R&lt;br /&gt;Then I had maths last. It was an easy lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way to piano lesson and I got an apple turn over.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my lesson. Then I went home at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my guitar lesson. Then I ate dinner when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a shower. And now I'm on the floor in my bedroom. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Robbie threw a basketball and it hit me in the head. Ouch. And he calls me mean. :( But it didn't really hurt that much. :)&lt;br /&gt;xx.&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/4119693591971499455-6697096184906829556?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6697096184906829556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6697096184906829556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday.html' title='Monday :)'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8427251666822591489</id><published>2009-05-03T17:15:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:17:00.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 143px;" alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/goinggreen2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8427251666822591489?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8427251666822591489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8427251666822591489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol_03.html' title='Lol.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-814385885808969798</id><published>2009-05-03T15:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:58:42.164+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinea pigs.</title><content type='html'>*sighs* I also want a pet for my birthday, like a pet kitty cat. :)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell mother that... Oh wells. She wouldn't get me one. *huffs and puffs*&lt;br /&gt;She has this thing against dogs and cats. Dogs I understand, the whole muslim thing, but I vow to eventually get one coz they're cute! But come on! There's no law against kittens! And bloody hell they can be so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;And it can be an inside cat like, hanging around my half of the house! Sheesh. It can sleep with me! I'd probably name it some weird name like cow, or frog. But who the hell cares?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I might get one? That would be cool.. But then when we go overseas or somewhere someone has to look after it... Kirstie could... Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. Today I went to that pancake place as promised. Twas delicious. :)&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to woolworths for stuff for dinner and that. :) I'm making dinner agian. We got roast chicken with cous cous, it sounds like it'll be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I should finish my commerce assignment...&lt;br /&gt;4 and a half things to do. *sighs* Stupid graphs. Tis gay i tells yah! Gay!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm bored now, but I'll eventually do my assignment, what's the bet that it'll be crap?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, next time I know not to leave it til last minute. :D&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-814385885808969798?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/814385885808969798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/814385885808969798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/guinea-pigs.html' title='Guinea pigs.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-758646335927553648</id><published>2009-05-03T10:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:16:49.945+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dailybooth.</title><content type='html'>Hiya everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Hiya Doctor Nick! :D&lt;br /&gt;I just randomly felt like saying that. Anyway. I just got a dailybooth account. &lt;a href="http://www.dailybooth.com/pimpalooza"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; of course is the link.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've got a twitter thing! &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cheese_freak"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the link to that. But I hardly ever use it.. Oh wells, if you guys get one or both of 'em follow me &amp;amp; I'll follow you and then we'll be the bestest friends in the whole wide WORLD! :)&lt;br /&gt;You know what I've realized? Like, all the Indonesian kids, well a lot of 'em (the girls), have either got side bangs or the normal ones. It's weird. There's like, hardly any (that I know) that don't have bangs! Freak-ay. I hope Australia doesn't follow the trend, see, most of the girls in my school don't have bangs, so if everyone starts to get 'em that'll be crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up about half an hour ago... I'm going to the pancake place today! And guess what? It's like, 6 days til my birthday! AND it's exactly a week til mothersday. And it's 13 days til my mummy's birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;I know what my birthday wish is and I ain't telling you what it is! If it comes true.. Well won't I be a happy chap? And if it doesn't well.. That means I won't really believe in birthday wishes again.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be to get lots of money, but this time, it's different.&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s. I might update later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-758646335927553648?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/758646335927553648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/758646335927553648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/dailybooth.html' title='Dailybooth.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5049589143236548713</id><published>2009-05-02T23:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:49:18.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you can't read....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 0.6em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ik haat puberteit. Het zuigt zo veel. Één ogenblik ben ik normaal levend mijn leven, volgende ben ik een vrouw geworden. Waarom moeten de mensen groeien? Waarom moeten wij door puberteit gaan? Ik wil niet groeien. Het eigenlijke idee van enkel, hebbend geslacht en dragend kinderen doet schrikken me, hoewel ik van het waarschijnlijk zou houden. Ik weet het zo cliche klinkt maar I werkelijk, wil niet werkelijk groeien. Het maakt me de toekomst zo veel meer vrezen. Het was enkel Donderdag toen ik het kreeg. Ik ging naar het toilet en ik kwam te weten dat ik een vrouw was. I don' t als het. Ik moet nu veertig of meer jaren doorbrengen doend dit. Ik wil niet groeien, wil ik niet over de toekomst denken. Het leven is shit. Ik veronderstel ik enkel zal moeten doen wat zeg ik een, moet ik het omhoog zuigen en een mens zijn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring and that's all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4119693591971499455-5049589143236548713?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5049589143236548713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5049589143236548713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-you-cant-read.html' title='I hope you can&apos;t read....'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-335359160935653557</id><published>2009-05-02T11:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:45:22.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny weird not funny haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what's funny?&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that now that I'm back at school I've given LOOOONG blog posts instead of the shorts ones you have been seeing before.&lt;br /&gt;Just scroll down and you'll see what I mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;Or look at the archives. I mean, just look at the April archives and most of them are small blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;Like, only a few sentences. right? RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I have nothing to do today.&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is soon!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I should do for my birthday... Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;I still might have a sleepover but I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna like, invite Kaity, Miranda, Stevie &amp;amp; Lucinda to eat at that pancake place that you all know I love so much and I haven't blogged about it in AGES. AND I haven't eaten there in AGES.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll like, eat there. Then we'll get dropped off at the park or somewhere in town.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll just like, walk around and chill and talk and stuff, maybe watch a movie, for a while, say, until 5.30 or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll disperse.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But if I have a sleepover I'll only invite two people max.&lt;br /&gt;But who? I'm definitely inviting Miranda, but who else? Stevie, Lucinda or Kaity?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to seem like I'm picking favorites...&lt;br /&gt;:( Hmm.... Shit. :(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't have a sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, but I really want one... I'll use Eany, Meany, Miney, Mo. I think that's how you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;Kaity :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Guys, but it's Miranda and Kaity.&lt;br /&gt;But if one of 'em can't come I'll ask Lucinda, and if she can't come, I'll ask Stevie.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm picking favorites coz I'm not! Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Dad'll be cooking dinner, or we might go to a restaurant. :)&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably a Thai restaurant or Roses. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;So that'll all happen on Saturday and then we'll dec- shit.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is mothers day. :S&lt;br /&gt;And they cna't sleepover on Friday coz we'll be going to Canberra and stuff.. Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. No sleepover. None. At. All.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the weekend after we'll have a sleepover :) Oh wait... That's my mums birthday....&lt;br /&gt;Well... I dunno, maybe she'll let?&lt;br /&gt;But the plan for the day still lasts!&lt;br /&gt;But I just realize, I can only fit 3 of my friends in the car... So.. We'll probably have to squish up or something. Meh. I'll talk about it to mum :)&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-335359160935653557?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/335359160935653557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/335359160935653557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-weird-not-funny-haha.html' title='Funny weird not funny haha'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2784435324813096501</id><published>2009-05-01T20:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:52:06.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry now. :( It's 8.30&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I woke up at like, 7.20, had a little snooze :)&lt;br /&gt;Then got ready for school. I got there on time :)&lt;br /&gt;I read this sex &amp;amp; puberty book with Louisa this morning. Twas freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rang and Ms Roberts was here today.&lt;br /&gt;So we got the roll marked and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had maths first.&lt;br /&gt;It was an alright lesson.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have Ms Hay again until Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;We have a maths lesson on Monday but I don't think we have one at all until Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Then we had P.E&lt;br /&gt;And boy was it cold this morning. There was like, a fog until Recess time!&lt;br /&gt;So in P.E we went into the hall and on the way Jesse blamed me for the cold-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first we played this warm up game. I dunno what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;But ... Well I'm too lazy to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we played dodgeball. Our team won all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess and I went with stevie to the canteen. She ordered her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked down with her and urm.. I took a picture of the Nazi sign that's on the ground in chalk somewhere in school.&lt;br /&gt;Then I done the stuff I usually do in recess. The only exciting bit is people were trying to get a frisbee out of a tree with a tennis ball. They didn't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had... Science.&lt;br /&gt;Done stuff with acid. Saw something.. Weird and Cheyenne asked an "interesting" question.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then had english. We were in the computer rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Robbie couldn't find his project and the network was down. It was saved on his thing... Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then when the bell rang I hugged Miranda, pretended to cry and said that Robbie was mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;But he said that I was mean to him. Psh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch and I was talking about how there's this narnia spin off series called the chronicles of James or something like that, and how I was the main character. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate and stuff.. Then me and miranda were gonna race but then I was being weird.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we went to the toilet. Then we sat on the oval and talked a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then we borrowed a basketball. :) We were supposed to be shooting hoops, but then Orion came.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris, Shashank and Robbie came. (I think that was all..)&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to the other basketball hoop because the sun was in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later Declan, Ryan, Billy, Niko, Alex, Jesse, urm... Well lets just say the rest of their group came... But was that all of 'em? Meh. Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway finally I scored one goal. :(&lt;br /&gt;It was the only one I scored all day.&lt;br /&gt;And urm.. Finally the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;We had D.E.A.R and I made up a new meaning for it, ready?&lt;br /&gt;Dara Eats All Rabits. :)&lt;br /&gt;How creative!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had commerce but we just had a bludge lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda and I played squares/boxes. Whatever you people call that game.&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't finished. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got our photos back.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;and my birthday is next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the good old times. :(&lt;br /&gt;xx. IMY so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2784435324813096501?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2784435324813096501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2784435324813096501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7288699265601148071</id><published>2009-04-30T17:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:58:34.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniffs*</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it. :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling you what is so distressing because it's personal. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today when I woke up, I didn't feel like waking up. :(&lt;br /&gt;But I eventually worked up the courage to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I wore my hobo gloves today. :)&lt;br /&gt;I left to school on time today! (Thank god) Then I went to the library. There was no way I was sitting outside.&lt;br /&gt;So first we had roll call and Ms Roberts didn't go to school today so we had Ms Sherbet or something?&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was P.D. I think that's my favorite subject because we always get into these discussions and it's really funny and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had History which was alright, we were practicing some sources for our sources task on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Then Recess which wasn't that interesting... Then I had Music which was alright. We weren't really doing anything interesting. We got these sheets for an compulsory excursion to Canberra on Tuesday to watch this music festival thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Maths which was alright. We were revising Algebra *groans*. Then it was Lunch. I tried a fireball and they are very cinamon-y :( Blegh. Disgusting. Anyway, then I had Science last which still wasn't that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked into town with Stevie and Kaity.&lt;br /&gt;Twas fun :)&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s. Do you like this skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-7288699265601148071?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7288699265601148071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7288699265601148071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/sniffs_30.html' title='*sniffs*'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-906332422906512273</id><published>2009-04-29T18:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:51:41.708+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; shaved his head.. :S&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, when I get a new blogskin I edit lots of stuff to make it different from the original, like I edited the picture so yeah.. Just in case you were wondering why they were different and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to change the words but I don't know how to. :( Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-906332422906512273?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/906332422906512273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/906332422906512273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1115594513119577147</id><published>2009-04-29T17:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:46:24.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I flippin give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that thing when I was numbering my posts?&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm too lazy to do that. Besides, I liked it better like this. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like the song Beautiful Disaster - Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;I also like A Moment Like This - Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if the one by Leona Lewis is the same one, but just in case. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. It's 9 days til my birthday. :D&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first day back at school.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... What happened?&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;I had my alarm clock at 7 but NO, I didn't hear it so I woke up at 8.45 (courtesy of mum) and then rushed to school.&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang just before I finished crossing the road to school so yeah, pretty impressed that I haven't been late to school yet! :) First time EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The seats in our roll call have changed a little bit, but now we don't have assigned seatings!&lt;br /&gt;So we had Drama first. We played... A game first.&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember. First we'd do stuff with silly walks, then silly faces, then silly voices.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played You, Me.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played bang, I was in the middle this time.&lt;br /&gt;Urm... Carly won I think....&lt;br /&gt;Don't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get people out that weren't really paying attention. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I we played this rhythm game.&lt;br /&gt;It was really confusing. :S&lt;br /&gt;Then... We done a planned Improvisation.&lt;br /&gt;I was with Miranda, Carly, Stevie and Emma.&lt;br /&gt;Our word we had to use in it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DANGER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting on one of the boxes and pretending it was a tall building, everyone else were superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;So they'd be in like, their house or lair or whatever doing something.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, "Help, somebody help me! I'm in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DANGER&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Miranda said, "Was that our trigger word?"&lt;br /&gt;Then they said stuff and I got saved and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next time we preformed it when the "superheroes" all said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DANGER &lt;/span&gt;at the same time we had to mime it from then on in.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think we done pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;After two more performances we got our marks back.&lt;br /&gt;I got 13/20. My thing was good, although I talked too fast, but I got bad marks in the bookwork bit.&lt;br /&gt;:( Too lazy. But at least I passed and everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we had commerce (I know, we don't usually have commerce, but we got new timetables).&lt;br /&gt;We were in the library and I just worked on my story.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new chapter in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2664076/5/Incurable"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; of course is the link.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got Miranda to read it, but she didn't finish. She feels uncomfortable when people watch her read.&lt;br /&gt;So then we had recess. We had a meeting for the rock eisteddfod. (I'm just gonna call it Rocka now, it's easier) I'll give more information about that later.&lt;br /&gt;Then we carried on like we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were supposed to have History, but we had this special ANZAC day assembly. :(&lt;br /&gt;It was very boring. I was paying attention to my fingernails, and finding a comfortable position to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we had like, 15 minutes until we had normal assembly. So we just stood at the quad talking about random things. Like happy gas. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we had assembly and that wasn't that long.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and sat down and done our thing.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we got changed for sports.&lt;br /&gt;Dance has turned into Rocka.&lt;br /&gt;So in Rocka we warmed up, we done some corner work, then rhythm work.&lt;br /&gt;I was partnered with emma for the corner work. :)&lt;br /&gt;So for Rocka we've already got the theme.&lt;br /&gt;Well, more like the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;It's based in the book... Well I don't remember what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;But the Authors first name is Tim. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's set in the 1940s - 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;It's about 2 families, Lamb &amp;amp; Pickle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good book, or so Mr Greig says, but I'm too lazy to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I've never read it before.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like, 400 something pages, and we have to convert that into 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So we have the storyline planned and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Greig says that we're gonna have a full day rehearsal at the start of the term, then we're gonna try and get it done before the end of the term so we're prepared for it and everything.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;And if we do, then maybe we can get into the finals. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it sounds like fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna change my blogskin today.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it sucks getting bored of 'em doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1115594513119577147?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1115594513119577147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1115594513119577147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-flippin-give-up.html' title='I flippin give up.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8538785180402491447</id><published>2009-04-28T12:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:32:47.492+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 232</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys have disappointed me.&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Don't you get tired of looking at a blog and finding they haven't updated it for what? 3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell man.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least school starts tomorrow so I'll be less bored.&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, I'm disappointed you didn't heed my warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. You all are disowned until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(Besides Ally &amp;amp; Melody)&lt;br /&gt;Suck. On. That. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8538785180402491447?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8538785180402491447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8538785180402491447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-232.html' title='Number 232'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8709180676556341368</id><published>2009-04-28T01:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:29:06.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 231</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;But I have finished cleaning my room....&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably get the video tomorrow coz it's dark now.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm into blondes.&lt;br /&gt;As in the guys...&lt;br /&gt;And the guys that have dark skin (Like dark tanned) &amp;amp; brown hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I rock. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well... They're the type of guys I usually like... ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I totally had stuff to tell you guys but now I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Happy holidays.. Haha wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8709180676556341368?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8709180676556341368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8709180676556341368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-231.html' title='Number 231'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4469304985922036163</id><published>2009-04-27T17:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:30:31.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 230</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I guess people didn't heed my warning.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the only people that update their blogs are Ally, Melody &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do you own blogs when you only update, what? Once every 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;You might as well delete your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no offense to anyone about twilight.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good book &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly the movie is crap.&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard? Girls in America have gone around biting each other because they thought that they were vampires!&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;People are going CRAZY about twilight.&lt;br /&gt;There's people that are saying that twilight is the gayest book ever and so forth, I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people that LOVE twilight.&lt;br /&gt;They are freaking obsessed with twilight!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, people are entitled to their own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;But they can't let twilight take over their lives.&lt;br /&gt;People are going, twilight is the best thing since Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's the series that has sold the most copies since Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;There's people that can't believe that people still like Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Twilight isn't my favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;Sue me. I don't LOVE twilight.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good book, but not my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that people have gone so crazy over twilight.&lt;br /&gt;You get it right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to do my commerce project. :(&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4469304985922036163?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4469304985922036163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4469304985922036163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-230.html' title='Number 230'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-656336688390512190</id><published>2009-04-26T19:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:48:59.331+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 229</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2664076/4/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the new chapter in my story.&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;R? :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-656336688390512190?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/656336688390512190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/656336688390512190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-229.html' title='Number 229'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1140597411883255818</id><published>2009-04-26T19:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:20:20.164+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 228</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I cooked dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It was good. :)&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. School starts on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;At least we have drama on our first day back at school. :)&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;I should really clean my room sometime soon...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I made a promise to myself, that I'd make a video and in the video I'd show you what my house here looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was going to do that once my room was clean. :(&lt;br /&gt;So urm... Maybe you'll get to see that video by the end of the week?&lt;br /&gt;p.s My birthday is in 12 days!&lt;br /&gt;The day before mothers day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1140597411883255818?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1140597411883255818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1140597411883255818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-228.html' title='Number 228'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4298328697941781286</id><published>2009-04-26T10:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:44:22.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 227</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me ask you something, oh-so-faithful blog readers that actually own a blog yourselfs.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;There you are thinking, why what? Right?&lt;br /&gt;The full question is, Why do you guys own a blog when none of you facking update?!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Just then Ally &amp;amp; Melody updated their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;At least they update them!&lt;br /&gt;And don't go with that, I have nothing to blog about crap, and the, I'm too lazy to blog shit.&lt;br /&gt;Or, I'm too busy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;You're not too busy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one updating their blog.&lt;br /&gt;WTF people.&lt;br /&gt;Today is ANZAC day, so you people have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I don't see EVERYONE (or nearly everyone) updating their blogs by... Monday.&lt;br /&gt;You will be disowned... Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;xx. Suck it up and be a man....&lt;br /&gt;Pansies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4298328697941781286?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4298328697941781286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4298328697941781286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/number-227.html' title='Number 227'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2708203686577210858</id><published>2009-04-25T22:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:49:17.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 226</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put another in my story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2664076/3/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the new chapter. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2708203686577210858?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2708203686577210858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2708203686577210858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-2.html' title='Number 226'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-675719877233049639</id><published>2009-04-25T21:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:49:04.557+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 225</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Name :&lt;br /&gt;Dara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age : -&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you wish you were :&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... And don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a student?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade?&lt;br /&gt;Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday :&lt;br /&gt;The 9th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color :&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color :&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height? :&lt;br /&gt;160cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Dara?&lt;br /&gt;D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a chick or a duck?&lt;br /&gt;Haha duck? Nah, I'm a chick. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips or candy?&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few really close friends or a ton of aquaintances? ..&lt;br /&gt;Close Freinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twix or Snickers?&lt;br /&gt;Snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water or Milk?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples or oranges?&lt;br /&gt;Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots or corn?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit or vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing or watching sports?&lt;br /&gt;Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big city or small town?&lt;br /&gt;Urm.... Small town? Big City? Hmm.... Big City I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock or rap?&lt;br /&gt;Rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone or home line?&lt;br /&gt;Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures or having yours taken?&lt;br /&gt;Mine taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspense or romance?&lt;br /&gt;Suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your bf/gf or your crush-&lt;br /&gt;.... Cute &amp;amp; funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are single.. do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your perfect date&lt;br /&gt;A date when both people are having fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on graduating high school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to college?&lt;br /&gt;Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What college?&lt;br /&gt;National Institute of Dramatic Art (NIDA) or Central St. Martins College of Art &amp;amp; Design (Drama Centre, London.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have kids?&lt;br /&gt;After I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many?&lt;br /&gt;1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will their names be?&lt;br /&gt;Psh. I'm not telling you! You'll steal 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;In a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream job?&lt;br /&gt;Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream car?&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes-Benz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you get married, if you will?&lt;br /&gt;Probably garden? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;A nice place where hgiboewplmaldjfoufiopb jdfiosapfjdkslnvs!@$#T^%#$TW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking at a clock, what time do u think it is?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... 9.40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now look.. what time is it actually?&lt;br /&gt;9:39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try writing your name with your nose&lt;br /&gt;eq5rqa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try it with your chin..same thing&lt;br /&gt;dczra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your elbow...and again&lt;br /&gt;dara (Yay! Finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out straight with your left hand, what is the first thing you touch?&lt;br /&gt;The computer screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about your right?&lt;br /&gt;The computer screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone on the phone or online?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so who?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like grapes?&lt;br /&gt;The green ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color apples do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cell?&lt;br /&gt;Yepo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color?&lt;br /&gt;Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the brand?&lt;br /&gt;Sony Erricson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Urm.... A pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank?&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard?&lt;br /&gt;Someone coughing on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE U EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang when you thought noone was listening, but someone was?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I guess.... I just kinda, subconciously sung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been close to love?&lt;br /&gt;Yehh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to tell someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;.... Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told them that and not meant it?&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced naked when you were home alone?&lt;br /&gt;WTH no. I danced with my clothes home home alone or not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a show/movie you would be ashamed telling people you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with someone because you felt sorry for them?&lt;br /&gt;Nup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a clam?&lt;br /&gt;nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to be a clam?&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a crush on your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got hit in the head with a basketball or any sports-related ball?&lt;br /&gt;Soccer ball &amp;amp; tennis ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, is your name Gianna?&lt;br /&gt;WTH no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretended to be someone your not to get someone to notice you?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liked a survey like this?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Lods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest all of them?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...... Kaity, Ally or Azlin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loudest?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Kaity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest?&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest?&lt;br /&gt;Me? Hahaha Azlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known Longest?&lt;br /&gt;Kaity &amp;amp; Lucinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you called ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that called you?&lt;br /&gt;Urm... Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you IMed ?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that IMed you ?&lt;br /&gt;Sean-Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had a crush on ?&lt;br /&gt;...... Lets not say that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cried over ?&lt;br /&gt;A fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you missed ?&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to a movie with ?&lt;br /&gt;Urm........ Miranda, Kaity &amp;amp; Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ate out with ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum I think.... or Mum, Dad &amp;amp; Kaity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you saw ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt ?&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played with ?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed at?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed with ?&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hugged ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda watching Monster House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A tv add... Kinda It's good guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating?&lt;br /&gt;Air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinking?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make me a hot chocolate soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to?&lt;br /&gt;No one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;School to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date?&lt;br /&gt;the 25th of April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location?&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;13 more days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are wishing?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to just give me a hot chocolate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiding anything?&lt;br /&gt;Commerce assignment.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing?&lt;br /&gt;Damn. You made me lose the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading?&lt;br /&gt;The questions here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being annoyed by?&lt;br /&gt;Gay Adds.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-675719877233049639?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/675719877233049639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/675719877233049639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovers.html' title='Number 225'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6239645053480809703</id><published>2009-04-25T11:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:55.242+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 224</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm supposed to be cleaning my room today. Yay. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my mum didn't go to Canberra and isn't going to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE she doesn't want to leave me in the house by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. Kevin gets to stay by himself but I don't?&lt;br /&gt;That's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think anything interesting will be happening today.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;13 more days til my birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Mothers Day is right after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;That means next year my birthday will be on mothers day.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be 14, then soon I shall dominate the world!&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahhahaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6239645053480809703?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6239645053480809703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6239645053480809703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/meh.html' title='Number 224'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2846763996004090031</id><published>2009-04-24T23:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:47.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 223</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaitlin I hate you and I hope you die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SICK. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2846763996004090031?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2846763996004090031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2846763996004090031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/blegh.html' title='Number 223'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7079260701907763165</id><published>2009-04-24T09:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:39.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 222</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. I've realized that there have been a lot of birthdays lately.&lt;br /&gt;So this post is all about them.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I'll blog about ME. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Lucinda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=294611&amp;amp;id=1203374019" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 212px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/55/106/1203374019/n1203374019_294610_3068.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 15 years old now.&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday was on the 20th of March. :)&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my best friends and OLD. :D&lt;br /&gt;I live to please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Stevie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=294616&amp;amp;id=1203374019" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 209px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/55/106/1203374019/n1203374019_294615_3269.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;She loves the twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;And has turned 15 on the 21st of march. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Bec&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=294682&amp;amp;id=1203374019" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 217px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2315/55/106/1203374019/n1203374019_294681_7149.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is really Rebeca but hey, she likes to be called Bec.&lt;br /&gt;She goes camping...&lt;br /&gt;She's a red head.&lt;br /&gt;And she turned 14 on the 23rd of March. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=399853&amp;amp;id=1203374019" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 214px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/3037_1156743677780_1203374019_399852_1770754_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned 14 on the 4th of April.&lt;br /&gt;She's a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;And even though she has a lot of blonde moments,&lt;br /&gt;and I mean a LOT, she's a smart kid.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she's in the top class.&lt;br /&gt;ps. She's one of my best friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Rebekah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=523165164&amp;amp;pid=1593244&amp;amp;id=730538029" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 192px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2567/114/89/523165164/n523165164_6274929_6023215.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty much been my friend since I first started school in Malaysia. :)&lt;br /&gt;She turned 14 on the 21st of April. :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1443823&amp;amp;id=632501321" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 189px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v316/185/25/632501321/n632501321_1390301_4104.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked purple right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. He has turned 14 on the 22nd of April.&lt;br /&gt;He is my son, named Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Got raped by Uncle Sam?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. He wears glasses and that's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=645233&amp;amp;id=550499159" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/206/120/550499159/n550499159_645236_509.jpg" style="width: 282px; height: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned 14 on the 23rd of April. :)&lt;br /&gt;She is one special person.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one like her... I think.&lt;br /&gt;Keep rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=693966&amp;amp;id=666173630" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 231px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2387/151/57/666173630/n666173630_1385554_5833591.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been alive for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be turning another year older on the 25th of April.&lt;br /&gt;:) (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;Some people call him the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;Some people call him Sam.&lt;br /&gt;And some people think that he's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear things out, he IS a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what you've all been waiting for. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=399957&amp;amp;id=1203374019" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/3037_1157395254069_1203374019_402393_6380033_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be turning 14 on the 9th of May. :)&lt;br /&gt;She's a half Indonesian, half English person.&lt;br /&gt;But she's an Australian Citizen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she's ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all of the people.&lt;br /&gt;If I missed anyone between the 20th of March and 9th of May, tell me. Okays?&lt;br /&gt;You guys will get your own post.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today my mum might go to Canberra.&lt;br /&gt;(She still hasn't decided yet)&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday she's gonna be in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;(She's coming back on Sunday I think)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'll be home alone on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna have a movie marathon or something.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* We have to have a sleepover before the end of the school holidays people!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx. Wo Ai Ni Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-7079260701907763165?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7079260701907763165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7079260701907763165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/burfdays.html' title='Number 222'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2355414351964883086</id><published>2009-04-23T17:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:32.538+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 221</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear to god this will be my last post for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Anyway, I've just come to tell you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drum roll please* I published my first story to fiction press!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2664076/1/Incurable"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the link to my story. It's name is Incurable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might not update quickly but.. Just read it. I hope you guys like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tell me what you think about it okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xx. Happy reading. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2355414351964883086?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2355414351964883086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2355414351964883086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/back.html' title='Number 221'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8330884412605128343</id><published>2009-04-23T13:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:26.369+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 220</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you guys like this one?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's better than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably leave it here for another week or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So my day started when I woke up at like, 9.48?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had 2 dreams that I could remember but I can only remember one of them now and I won't bother explaining to you what it was about because it's probably really confusing for you.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. So we went to the post office to get my passport done, I'll probably get it in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the newsagent to talk about some MBF thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to coles and bought stuff for lemper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 209px;" alt="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xUyV6zTpLc/Rx93ZpomVAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gf8JBndKVhE/s320/lemper.jpg" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xUyV6zTpLc/Rx93ZpomVAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gf8JBndKVhE/s320/lemper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the most delicious meal EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's actually a snack but it's DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;You can eat it with chicken or beef filling.&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;So. We got the stuff and mum thought she lost her phone.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find it in her bag so when we got home she called the phone and I was the one who found it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we couldn't find the beef we bought to make the lemper so mums gone now to get it.&lt;br /&gt;:) That was my day so far.&lt;br /&gt;xx. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8330884412605128343?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8330884412605128343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8330884412605128343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm.html' title='Number 220'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xUyV6zTpLc/Rx93ZpomVAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gf8JBndKVhE/s72-c/lemper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6720727165115300670</id><published>2009-04-22T17:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:14.581+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 219</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This beat is da shit.&lt;br /&gt;Actually there is no beat and there is no shit.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But i think I'm gonna change this blog skin sometime soon..&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, it's good, but it's not the one for me yah digg?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, the person I was talking about earlier on was my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, maybe I am getting angry because of that small thing.&lt;br /&gt;But she is too!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I have my mothers personality.&lt;br /&gt;We get riled up about nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm gonna close this post with a comic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1632/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/laundry.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6720727165115300670?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6720727165115300670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6720727165115300670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/sighs.html' title='Number 219'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6175909309483427420</id><published>2009-04-22T13:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:08.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 218</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why the fuck do you get so fucking angry at me when I don't do a fucking thing?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? What? Do you have PMS every fucking second of every fucking day?&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I hope you die a fucking horrible death and I don't care who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;You ignore me, then you get angry at me.&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck does that?&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6175909309483427420?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6175909309483427420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6175909309483427420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/p-m-fucking-s.html' title='Number 218'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3489125898813007188</id><published>2009-04-21T20:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:48:00.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 217</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just wondering if you guys think this blogskin is good...&lt;br /&gt;Because.. I'm not sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;So if you think it's good then yeah, I'll keep it for a while, but if you don't really like it. I might change it.&lt;br /&gt;xx. Fags. Take it as a compliment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3489125898813007188?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3489125898813007188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3489125898813007188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/look.html' title='Number 217'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4439837210643267352</id><published>2009-04-21T16:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:55.002+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 216</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god. It is so fucking unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I had my dentist appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;And well, it was just a telling us what different ways to do the treatment are and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are going to take roughly 30-36 months which is like, 2.5-3 years!&lt;br /&gt;Noooo!!!!!! Well, maybe I won't be wearing braces in year 12? :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So the plan I want is the best. Well, at least I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;We only have to pull out like, 4 teeth and then we put a chain on my tooth that won't come down.&lt;br /&gt;And that's like, heaven compared to the others.&lt;br /&gt;The others is like, 4-8 teeth being pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;So you can see why I chose it right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the dentist here is WAYYYY better than the one in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;And you guys are probably like, 4 fucking teeth? Shit it sucks to be you.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna be asleep while they pull out the teeth and put the chain in. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Hopefully it's happy gas and not injecting the needle.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm afraid of needles, and it's not like they hurt, it's just that I wanna be gassed!&lt;br /&gt;I think Ally understands me there?&lt;br /&gt;And look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/darasmith/Desktop/Picture%202.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Se1jQeuSYAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8zCn7J4X-2I/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Se1jQeuSYAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8zCn7J4X-2I/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327023069025427458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know right? It's colourful!&lt;br /&gt;And there's like, all these different colours you can choose from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/browse/type:2/cat:all/sort:popular"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is where I got it!&lt;br /&gt;There's like, all these different designs.&lt;br /&gt;But it's only for firefox. I don't think they have it for safari.. You can try though.. Just don't expect much of a result.&lt;br /&gt;School starts next week and I better start doing my commerce project.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! I don't the find a word part of it already... I just have to do the rest.. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is going to Vietnam today for like, 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least he'll be here for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Which is in like, 17 days... (Subtle hint)&lt;br /&gt;xx. Later losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4439837210643267352?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4439837210643267352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4439837210643267352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/damnation.html' title='Number 216'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Se1jQeuSYAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8zCn7J4X-2I/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5981838113223343214</id><published>2009-04-20T10:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:49.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 215</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Did you know that every night before you go to sleep there is one person of the opposite sex thinking of you. They want to kiss you, they want to be with you, they are always thinking about you, and this is all true and not fake. If you repost this in 5 minutes the person that is longing to be with you will approach you within one month and ask you out or grab you and kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you break this chain no one will like you or ask you out again for 5 years!!&lt;br /&gt;Advice...&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE ACTS SHY&lt;br /&gt;-SAY I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE RUNS AWAY FROM YOU&lt;br /&gt;- CHASE HER&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE PUTS HER FACE NEAR YOURS&lt;br /&gt;- KISS HER&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE KICKS &amp;amp; PUNCHES&lt;br /&gt;- HOLD HER TIGHT&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE IS SILENT&lt;br /&gt;- SHES THINKIN OF HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE IGNORES YOU&lt;br /&gt;- SHE WANTS ALL YOUR ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE SAYS YOU ARE CRAZY/WEIRD&lt; -SHE IS REALLY CRAZY ABOUT YOU WHEN SHE PULLS AWAY - GRAB HER BY THE WAIST AND NEVER LET GO WHEN YOU SEE HER AT HER WORST - TELL HER SHES BEAUTIFUL WHEN SHE SCREAMS AT YOU - TELL HER YOU LOVE HER BUT MEAN IT WHEN YOU SEE HER WALKING -SNEAK UP BEHIND HER, GRAB HER BY THE WAIST, AND GIVE HER A KISS WHEN SHES SCARED -HOLD HER AND TELL HER EVERYTHING WILL BE OK CAUSE SHES WITH YOU WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE SOMETHINGS THE MATTER - KISS HER AND TELL HER NOT TO WORRY WHILE SHE HOLDS YOUR HAND - PLAY WITH HER FINGERS if you were thinking of someone while you were reading this then they will........... KISS YOU ASK YOU OUT CALL YOU OR TEXT YOU OR BETTER!! Post this in the next 70 seconds and you will have the best day of your life this Friday REPOST THIS TITLED: "Why Teens Fall in LOVE  &lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;I fear ...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the dark&lt;br /&gt;[ ] staying single forever&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] birds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fish&lt;br /&gt;[​X] spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being touched IN WHAT WAY&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire&lt;br /&gt;[X] deep water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snakes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the ocean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] success&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thunder/​​​lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/​​​girlfriends dad&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/​​​girlfriends mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rats&lt;br /&gt;[X] jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wind&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crossing hanging bridges&lt;br /&gt;[ ] death&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heaven&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being robbed/mugged in the dark&lt;br /&gt;[ ] falling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] clowns&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dolls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] large crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] women&lt;br /&gt;[ ] having great responsibilities&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doctors&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;total so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] incurable diseases&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sharks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[X] ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trains&lt;br /&gt;[ ] odd numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] even numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being alone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] becoming blind&lt;br /&gt;[ ] becoming deaf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] growing up, old&lt;br /&gt;total so far:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] creepy noises in the night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;br /&gt;[ ]​ needles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;Now re-post with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm afraid of _ out of 72 common fears"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of 5 out of 72 common fears. Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) are you single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) if you said single, do you like it that way?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)if you said taken is there anything you would like to say to that person?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) what colour is your bra?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wearing one right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) do you sleep with it?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) would you say yes if someone asked you out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. Depends who the person is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) do you like anyone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) do you have your period atm?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) for a date would you rather watch a movie then go to the beach, or, go to a restaurant and walk around?&lt;br /&gt;Watch a movie and go to the beach.. But there's no beach around here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) do you think guys will open this because its a girls survey?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) what do you like better on a guy, there eyes or there smile?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) what do you like most in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;If they're funny.. So i guess their personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost this as; girls only surveey :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;I might make another post later.&lt;br /&gt;If something interesting happens today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5981838113223343214?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5981838113223343214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5981838113223343214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-teens-fall-in-love.html' title='Number 215'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3498361532191887803</id><published>2009-04-19T23:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:43.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 214</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;They are the most relaxing day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Or, as I like to call them, the most boring day of the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do on Sundays and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do today?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like, 9.30 and done stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was pretty much bored all day.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Bet you're all jealous. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3498361532191887803?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3498361532191887803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3498361532191887803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/le-sigh.html' title='Number 214'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2435607726370876818</id><published>2009-04-18T17:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:37.368+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 213</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got back from Sydney and boy are my feet COLD.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But my feet are always cold so it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;So, I left you on the first day I was in Sydney and I bet you're all wondering, what has Dara been doing while she was in Sydney?&lt;br /&gt;So I am here, sitting on the couch wearing dark blue jeans, a green t-shirt, a white vest and a black jacket with my fingers on the keyboard of my mac ready to tell you what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up on the 16th, I went back to sleep... Coz it was like, 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;So then later on I woke when Kaity woke which was at like, 7.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;So I turned the TV on and got some noodles coz that's what we had for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;So I made the noodles then we had to eat them with a spoon coz there weren't any forks.&lt;br /&gt;And it was a tea spoon! So yeah, it was really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then at like, 9.30 we left to go to Luna Park.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking there and it took quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;We walked across the Harbour Bridge and let me tell you that is a long bridge!&lt;br /&gt;Then we eventually got to Luna Park.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the walk there was very boring.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there there was this very big line so we stood in it for a while and eventually got our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;First we went on the Wild Mouse ride and while waiting in line we saw Ryan and Orion.&lt;br /&gt;Then they got out of the line and we waited for like, 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on it and it wasn't really that exciting...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on this ride like the Cha Cha but it went up which was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Coney Island which isn't really an island.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a big arcade type hall.&lt;br /&gt;There were those slides where you slide down on a sack and there were arcade games and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I suck at driving.. I suck bad.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after we left, we went to the other part of Luna Park and went on this weird ride that I don't remember the name of.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really that exciting but a kid started to cry on the ride!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But the line was soooo friggin long!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a Cappuccino and large fries.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to the entrance and on the way there I tried on of the Carny games.&lt;br /&gt;I failed.. Then me &amp;amp; Kaity went on the Carousel. Then we got some fairy floss and tried that game where you hit the thing and you win prizes.. We got Slinky's.&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the rotor thing and it made me dizzy just by looking at it so I didn't go on it.&lt;br /&gt;Then we left and went by Ferry back to Darling Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was gonna be sea sick but I didn't vomit.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't vomit I would've vomited on someone's head and I don't think they'd like that very much..&lt;br /&gt;Then we got off and went on a mini train that stopped a few meters away from our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually we got off and we went into the hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;It was like, 3 when we got back. So Kaity &amp;amp; I watched Go Go Stop then part of Backyard Science.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't finish watching Backyard Science because we went to Paddy's Market.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking around there and Kaity bought a dress.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around some more and I bought a thing for my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around some more and all of us bought Sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;Kaity got yellow ones, I got red ones and my mum got red ones.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around some more and Kaity and I bought these aweosme bags.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around some more and went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around upstairs going into nearly all of the clothes shops.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;Then we met dad at China Town and ate at some chinese restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around and Dad had a beer and went home, so us three females walked around going into shops and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like, half of them were closed.&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally got home and we watched TV and had showers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;Well we woke up at like, 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had noodles and Kaity had cereal.&lt;br /&gt;At like, 9 we left the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;(Just so you know, the hotel is a ✭✭✭✭ hotel)&lt;br /&gt;The salon that Mum &amp;amp; I were going to get our hair cut at was closed so we decided to walk around then we found a Toni &amp;amp; Guy salon so we went in there and got our hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;Mum got her hair cut first and Dad, Kaity &amp;amp; I were just sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;Kaity was reading a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;And I was reading a magazine while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to watch futurama.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn I gave my ipod to Kaity and got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got more layers and got my fringe cut.&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks like this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=383690&amp;amp;id=1203374019" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/3037_1156759838184_1203374019_399957_5660971_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it? I do.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me look more asian... Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Then we went to find the 5 storey supre.&lt;br /&gt;It's not 5 stories anymore, now it's only 2.&lt;br /&gt;So first in the mall Dad got something for Jodi and Kaity &amp;amp; I went to SES.&lt;br /&gt;She bought a dress and a cardi and I got this awesome jacket.&lt;br /&gt;It's red. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad &amp;amp; Mum went somewhere and Kaity &amp;amp; I went to Diva.&lt;br /&gt;We got bows and Kaity got some other jewellry.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Supre.&lt;br /&gt;I bought short shorts and Kaity got a top that says LOVE, a top that says I'm blonde, what's your excuse? and a purple singlet.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to go shoe shopping but couldn't find any cheap places to fins shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Eclipse and I bought more bows and Kaity got some jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Later on we met my parents and they left to have lunch so we just walked back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much followed the monorail home.&lt;br /&gt;We went into the mall we went to the night before but most of the shops were closed there so we left and went to this mall in China town and I got these gorgeous pumps for $20.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a convenience store that has really expensive stuff and bought snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went across the road and went into the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;When we got inside we opened our bags and looked at the stuff we bought.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to count up how much money we spent today and it was like, $100.. More or less.&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't really remember what happened but eventually we went to have dinner at an Indonesian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and packed our bags.. Kinda?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This morning we woke up at like, 7.30 (again) and I didn't really feel like waking up.&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast and packed our bags.&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much just got ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got home and now I am really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2435607726370876818?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2435607726370876818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2435607726370876818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/sydney.html' title='Number 213'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4940010214568484847</id><published>2009-04-15T20:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:31.258+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 212</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I'm in Sydney now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, right now. Right this very second I am in Novotel in Sydney with Kaity.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... So we left at some time in the morning and picked Kaity up.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started the drive to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;It was mostly just talking and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a rest and ate some food.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bubble o' bill.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove off again.&lt;br /&gt;On the rest of the way to Sydney Kaity was reading and we were listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;I feel asleep... ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then when we reached Sydney the car was really hot.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually we pulled down the windows and and the car cooled down.&lt;br /&gt;Then we FINALLY got to the hotel and like, put our stuff in the hotel rooms and shit.&lt;br /&gt;I chose room 337 &amp;amp; my 'rents got room 335.&lt;br /&gt;We got the biggest room. :)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. That's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eventually we left and had lunch, we mainly had just snacks for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around Darling Harbor.. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Kaity &amp;amp; I went on the playground.. That slide was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for this rock climbing thing but there wasn't any.&lt;br /&gt;Kaity got new shades for 23.95.&lt;br /&gt;:) Mine were cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;But my ones wouldn't suit her.&lt;br /&gt;Then we wandered around.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we went back to our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;We were watching meet the spartans, but we didn't finish watching it.&lt;br /&gt;And now we pretty much just got back from dinner which was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;It was a shame that I didn't eat much though.&lt;br /&gt;But it was very nice...&lt;br /&gt;And now we're watching Australia's got talent.&lt;br /&gt;That diablo guy is cute. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. I think I might get a eating disorder or something...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can eat snacks and everything, but when it's like, meal time I can't eat a lot..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that I don't get one.&lt;br /&gt;That would suck.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell from Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4940010214568484847?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4940010214568484847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4940010214568484847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/frogs-juice.html' title='Number 212'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-123433981998206636</id><published>2009-04-14T23:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:25.482+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 211</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gahh. Sydney tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! ... And hungry..&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I was gonna give myself a french manicure coz they look awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Do not try it yourself people.&lt;br /&gt;It is soooo effing hard.&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing the top bit I accidentally painted like, half of my fingernail!&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Sucks doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... My mac has 39% battery right now because I'm not charging it because I'm charging my phone &amp;amp; I can't charge both of them at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I can write in running writing now!&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a boo-yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krumping. Is. &lt;s&gt;Awesome.&lt;/s&gt; Hot.&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/4119693591971499455-123433981998206636?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/123433981998206636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/123433981998206636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/french-manicures.html' title='Number 211'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8543006323566168169</id><published>2009-04-13T19:04:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:47:18.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 210</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my freaking effing zomg god.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is sooo soon!&lt;br /&gt;And and and and and I'm going to Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, I'm hungry now. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. Mitch Hewer is hot.&lt;br /&gt;And today.. nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;I just done my thing and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;TV on monday nights is starting to suck.&lt;br /&gt;Usually it's good and everything, but now South Park isn't on so it's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, Monday night TV is the best night of the week.&lt;br /&gt;It has How I Met Your Mother &amp;amp; Scrubs!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I've almost finished packing for Sydney...&lt;br /&gt;And.. Sean-Li got an itouch!&lt;br /&gt;And is sick...&lt;br /&gt;And... I wanna get a new phone but then I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Because I like, just got this phone and then I'll feel so stuck up and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Gawds. I'll just keep my phone and if I want a new phone I'll buy it in Malaysia or Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff is cheaper there.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til I go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I miss you people in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;And urm... Blegh. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Go To Hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you halfway?&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring the pie, you bring the drinks ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8543006323566168169?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8543006323566168169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8543006323566168169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey.html' title='Number 210'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-48394930576983723</id><published>2009-04-12T19:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:46:16.645+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 209</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://darkaeon.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/austin11.jpg" src="http://darkaeon.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/austin11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Drage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj179/PadSpin/BW03.jpg" alt="BW03.jpg Austin Drage image by PadSpin" galleryimg="no" style="width: 267px; height: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Drage again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 351px;" alt="http://tasithoughts.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/mitchhewer2rs6.jpg" src="http://tasithoughts.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/mitchhewer2rs6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Hewer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://andrewberrie.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/talk0h.jpg" src="http://andrewberrie.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/talk0h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Hewer again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Mitch Hewer has beautiful eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Almost as beautiful as *****!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-48394930576983723?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/48394930576983723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/48394930576983723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotties.html' title='Number 209'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5168761009268111133</id><published>2009-04-12T17:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:46:10.064+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 208</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what I don't get sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;There's Easter Sunday and Easter Monday and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;And those days are supposed to mark the day the Jesus died and so forth right?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, faithful blog readers, why isn't there an exact date for Easter?&lt;br /&gt;Because if it's Easter Sunday and Easter Monday it isn't a date. It's a day!&lt;br /&gt;So we're celebrating it on the wrong day most of the time, yah digg?&lt;br /&gt;I know that might be hard to understand, but I think it's just weird that they celebrate Jesus' death on the wrong day!&lt;br /&gt;And I know that Easter was originally and something thing where they celebrated the coming of spring, but, WHY ARE THEY EVEN CELEBRATING THE DEATH OF JESUS ANYWAY?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who celebrates the death of their savior or whatever you call him?&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5168761009268111133?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5168761009268111133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5168761009268111133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Number 208'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-397758154880709670</id><published>2009-04-11T22:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:46:03.297+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 207</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;I was in trouble because I didn't bottle beer.&lt;br /&gt;And the weird thing is, I'm bawling my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying though.&lt;br /&gt;Or close to it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be happy to know that I'm not a cutter.&lt;br /&gt;At least not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-397758154880709670?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/397758154880709670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/397758154880709670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-hell.html' title='Number 207'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5846575544778919068</id><published>2009-04-11T18:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:57.112+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 206</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It surprises me that I'm not a cutter already.&lt;br /&gt;Cutter as in a person that cuts themselves on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live a life when I can't even stand to be in the same room as both of my parents?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying when I'm with both of them and I can't stay with them for long because.. Well I just can't!&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle being with them!&lt;br /&gt;Why do they even have me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I've brought them nothing but trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was too late for an abortion when they decided whether or not they wanted to keep me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5846575544778919068?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5846575544778919068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5846575544778919068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise.html' title='Number 206'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1500255562721768907</id><published>2009-04-11T09:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:50.289+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 205</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the best dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;I got into this preforming arts school.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the twins (Blair &amp;amp; Declan, both blonde and boys) originally got it.&lt;br /&gt;Then a teacher was like, I wish someone at our school could stay there, coz it's a boarding school as well.&lt;br /&gt;So they were all like, well let someone else do it, we only do this for fun, it's not serious or anything.&lt;br /&gt;So then Carly and I got in. :D&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome dream.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I was half awake I wasn't sure if it were a dream or reality.&lt;br /&gt;It would've been so awesome if it were reality because I got in on a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday. Is it Easter Saturday? Is there an Easter Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Happy Easter Saturday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1500255562721768907?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1500255562721768907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1500255562721768907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-this-dream-were-reality.html' title='Number 205'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3859860180703891112</id><published>2009-04-10T18:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:41.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 204</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being born.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for eating your food.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for having you spend your money on me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being in you presence.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you angry for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for trying to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I was thinking a moment ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how great it would be to be a serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how great it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill people. I'd be famous.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't bother with destroying the evidence and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;And when I testify I'd blame it all on him.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could divorce my parents...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I no longer think of them as parents anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won't until they apologize or make things better.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just do my business and won't acknowledge them at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, try not to. I won't speak to them until they speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's they're fault that they're disowned for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3859860180703891112?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3859860180703891112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3859860180703891112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title='Number 204'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2152226616690286090</id><published>2009-04-10T15:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:35.395+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 203</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smart-ass, silly, stupid, lazy.. In otherwords I'm very bloody annoyed with you.&lt;br /&gt;Is that so? You're very annoyed with me and thinking whether or not I should go to Sydney?&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't that fan-fucking-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to you anyway? When I was being a smart-ass huh?&lt;br /&gt;What? Coz you didn't ask me to help you I'm silly? Stupid? I admit I'm lazy.. But honestly?&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck did I do to you?&lt;br /&gt;Joking or not joking, parent or random freak off of the fucking streets, you have no fucking right to say that for no fucking reason.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to disown you? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;What do you get by calling me those names?&lt;br /&gt;Love me, hate me. I really don't give a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to do anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to provoke me? What the hell did I do to you?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, I watched tv. You didn't ask me to help you!&lt;br /&gt;Well boo fucking hoo if you expect everything to be handed on a plate to you.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the hell are you trying to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father says that to their child?&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't let me go to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay at home by myself or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just burn a few things.. Oh, and I'll kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound like a fab-bloody-tastic idea?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I just walk into that kitchen now and grab the sharpest knife I can find, sharpen it even more, then press it into one of my main freaking arteries!&lt;br /&gt;Would that make your life better? You won't have to spend money on what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Yay for you. I'm sure people will be very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a newspaper article saying "Local girl kills herself because father says she is silly, a smart-ass, lazy &amp;amp; stupid"&lt;br /&gt;In the suicide letter it says blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine it right? I'm sure the local people will be very fucking impressed by that.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get rid of my son, tell me how I can make him commit suicide!&lt;br /&gt;Oh you'll be the hero of the fucking town.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure mother will be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder some girls don't see their fathers as a father anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, would you say it's times like these I want to kill you to one of your children?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure those two fathers get along swimmingly and they'll get the father of the year award.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's wonderful. You two can go have fun in your little lives while I gamble in the very pits of hell itself with Hitler and Satan. Maybe we'll see each other there one day.. Maybe I'll have forgiven you by then.. Or maybe I'll just make you suffer 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be jolly?&lt;br /&gt;And about good friday? I guess it's just opposite day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2152226616690286090?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2152226616690286090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2152226616690286090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Number 203'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1107667826698232548</id><published>2009-04-09T20:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:28.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 202</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a pretty boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had science first and we were marking the test papers.&lt;br /&gt;I got 19/29.&lt;br /&gt;The second highest in the class so far. The highest was Caton and he got 21/29.&lt;br /&gt;Psh. So not fair. Why do I always get overshadowed by guys in science?&lt;br /&gt;Fudge tarts. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then I had history and that was pretty boring. Didn't really do anything. Not that there was anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people were at school today so we basically didn't do any work in any of the classes.&lt;br /&gt;We had microwave popcorn at recess courtesy of Mevans. (Miranda)&lt;br /&gt;Then had commerce. Miranda and I were reading near the end of the lesson and we basically sat in the corner of the library and talked. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then had Drama... Shashank and Niko done their monologues first.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played bang. Then we played that game where you go, "honey if you love me, give me a smile" and the person has to say "I'm sorry honey but I just can't smile" and if they smile they're in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I won bang.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played death in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started playing Space Jump.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch which was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;I just sat and watched south park. Imagination land 2.&lt;br /&gt;Then in Dear I was watching Imagination land 3.&lt;br /&gt;Then had maths last.&lt;br /&gt;We just had a free period.&lt;br /&gt;I played cards with billy and was trying to find out who liked who. ;D&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like anyone (apparently) and is convinced that I like Shashank...&lt;br /&gt;Psh. Weird little piece of short.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I call people pieces of Blonde and Asian and Short and Tall.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was Louisa's birthday today so I gave her two birthday squeezes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V4f3m_pI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VFXKmP2qFwY/s1600-h/048+2002+Great+Yarmouth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V4f3m_pI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VFXKmP2qFwY/s320/048+2002+Great+Yarmouth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322645501225926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin George and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V4TlyhUI/AAAAAAAAAog/dJlnnvK5z8w/s1600-h/044+2001+Cooma,+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V4TlyhUI/AAAAAAAAAog/dJlnnvK5z8w/s320/044+2001+Cooma,+home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322645497929958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on Bad Taste Day. :D I got the best outfit in my year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V3-l9yyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GHh6eb2xEW0/s1600-h/073+2001+Cooma,+school+Easter+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V3-l9yyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GHh6eb2xEW0/s320/073+2001+Cooma,+school+Easter+fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322645492293552930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Easter Hat Parade in Kindy/Yr 1. Me &amp;amp; Kaity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V39OThOI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bjxuYjBX3UQ/s1600-h/116+2001+Cooma,+Dara%27s+6th+birthday,+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V39OThOI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bjxuYjBX3UQ/s320/116+2001+Cooma,+Dara%27s+6th+birthday,+home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322645491925877986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top Row: Kaity, Sophie, Casey, Supun, Shashank, Sean&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Row: Haley, Amy, Christie, Me, Lucinda, Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V3KkI5wI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R289kBaph4E/s1600-h/064+2001+Cooma,+house-warming+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V3KkI5wI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R289kBaph4E/s320/064+2001+Cooma,+house-warming+party.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322645478327248642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top Row: Emily&lt;br /&gt;Middle Row: Mugda, Felicity, Me, Eloise, Claudia, Melanie&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Row: Shashank, Sean, Robbie, Supun, Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter Holidays Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1107667826698232548?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1107667826698232548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1107667826698232548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-of-school.html' title='Number 202'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sd3V4f3m_pI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VFXKmP2qFwY/s72-c/048+2002+Great+Yarmouth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3061516805771449547</id><published>2009-04-08T20:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:22.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 201</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best bands in the world!&lt;br /&gt;Sure, their style is emo, and I have nothing against that, but yeah, they rock!&lt;br /&gt;BTW today was a boring day. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are a few quizzes that I feel like doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Do you shower in the morning or evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use liquid or bar soap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liquid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use shampoo and conditioner or just shampoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of 'em. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you brush your teeth in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. very occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you shave in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, sometimes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use a washcloth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a door or a curtain on your shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken a call in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever showered in your swimsuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever showered with a member of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever showered with a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share a bathroom with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to the radio in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a shower cap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash behind your ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your shower in three words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm, wet &amp;amp; messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one thing would you change about your shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it bigger and warmer? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make your shower time better for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What celebrity would you like to shower with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who. ;D Urm.. Mitch Hewer? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What celebrity would you NOT like to shower with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing you can't do without in your shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the oddest thing that has happened to you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing that has happened to you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was warmed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you showered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to take a shower next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                                 &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Have you ever cried during a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dara Austin Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an online relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had phone-sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite sport to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big arachnids. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What person do you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I just don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal babeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On TV? Oh, and animals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, Mia or Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve you ever bitten someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th of May. Better give me presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sheepish look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the hospital (other then birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not for me. I've been in a hospital but the person that was sick wasn't me. Yah digg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated on your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laughed so hard you peed in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever written a love letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever attempted suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came close to it... But then I figured it would hurt too much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer boxers or briefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one question you wouldn't want me to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. Who you would loose your virginity to? I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favourite person to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always able to cheer you up when you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally, Hariz, Miranda &amp;amp; Kaity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when it's directed at someone I think about nasty things then I almost cry and it's just better if I'm left alone to lay down and listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your best friend a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cut yourself on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to murder someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer talking on the phone or online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a different person now then you were 5 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the life you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;You know you live in 2009 when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) you accidentally enter your password on a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) you haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) the reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they don't have a screen name or a myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) you'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) you read this list, &amp;amp; keep nodding and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) as you read this list, you think about sending it to all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) and you were too busy to notice number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) you actually scrolled back up to check that there was a number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) and now you're laughing at your stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, as I was saying earlier on. Automatic Loveletter is an awesome band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 234px;" alt="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper516/stills/h6516hwk.jpg" src="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper516/stills/h6516hwk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me, hate me, I just don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because if you don't like me it's okay, coz newsflash bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't live to please you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And unless you've lived my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't judge me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coz you don't know, never have and never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know every single detail about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And honestly, I don't appreciate racism bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3061516805771449547?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3061516805771449547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3061516805771449547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/automatic-loveletter-is.html' title='Number 201'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1236323287599358815</id><published>2009-04-07T19:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:07.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 200</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet you people are wondering what sawesome is.&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you, it's a word I made up that means sexy &amp;amp; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Sawesome. See? It's awesome with an S in front. It's like that because I started to say sexy but ended up saying sawesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;And apparently there's a disease called lemonitus?&lt;br /&gt;.. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I found Miranda not long after I got to school and we walked around and had a heart to heart. :) Nah, just you know, telling each other about stuff that needs to get off our chests.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. So first up was Music which was pretty cool. I like music with Ms Wall better than with Mrs Montague-Brown.&lt;br /&gt;And I played I notice for Miranda and she says I'm pro at singing and playing the guitar at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Then it was science and we FINALLY had the science test.&lt;br /&gt;When we were waiting for whats-his-face to come my bracket fell off. Bottom right hand one.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty easy, 10 marks for multiple choice and 20 for free response.&lt;br /&gt;There was only one question that I couldn't answer but it was only worth one mark so it's all good. :)&lt;br /&gt;Recess was alright, we just sat on the oval and talked.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had commerce and I sat with Miranda being too lazy to do my own thing. :) I rock. Anyway, and Shashank and Chris were in the room with us.&lt;br /&gt;There was weird stuff coming out of their mouths that I do not call english.&lt;br /&gt;I googled ramadan and found out that ramadan starts on like, the 21st of August this year!&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo freaking soon!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had English and I pretty much just read. I was gonna stay in at lunch to finish my podcast but meh, got lazy. Guess what? If I do my podcast on Garageband '07 it doesn't work on Garageband '08.&lt;br /&gt;Gay right? I think I said that in my last post. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;So Miranda, Kaity and I left the classroom. I went with Kaity to get her lunch order and then we walked down and met up with Miranda (she just got out of the toilet). Then we were walking and Miranda had to go off to choir so me and kaity went to where the others were sitting on the oval.&lt;br /&gt;When the second half bell rang they just walked off and left me and Kaity there.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the oval and talked about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;There is gonna be a fight in our group probably next term.&lt;br /&gt;You can feel the vibes.&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, I don't give a shit. A fight was bound to happen because... When Kath* is in our group there's always a fight sometime soon. *rolls eyes* And Rachel* is like, racist or something. She's never liked me. I mean, I didn't like her but at least I gave her a chance and everything!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so when there's a fight it'll be Kath* and Rachel* against me and kaity.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dear which was really boring.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had pe but we didn't really do anything because we had to pick our sports for next term.&lt;br /&gt;So while we were waiting for the yr 10s to choose Stevie, Miranda, Kaity and I just talked.&lt;br /&gt;Then we chose. Kaity, Miranda and I chose dance and Stevie chose cadets with Bec, Casey &amp;amp; Katelin.&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda is by herself in townwalking coz the other ones are full.&lt;br /&gt;After we chose Miranda and I got a basketball ball and we practically spent the rest of the lesson shooting hoops.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I wish there was one fucking year when there wasn't a freaking fight!&lt;br /&gt;God I hate being a girl sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;There's always this bitching and backstabbing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that our group was boys &amp;amp; girls.&lt;br /&gt;There'd probably be less conflict and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* A girl can hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1236323287599358815?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1236323287599358815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1236323287599358815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/sawesome.html' title='Number 200'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6934350645114193533</id><published>2009-04-06T17:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:57.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 199</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what people?&lt;br /&gt;School ends on Thursday, the 9th of April.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a month before my birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the weekend was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning it was soooo fucking cold it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;And first we had PD and it was so confusing. There was this forensic science thing this morning and they were using b4, our PD classroom and the sign said to go to b6 so I went there and no one was there. So me and Billy were walking around and we found Jeremy. So we went back to b6 and no one was still there. So I said why don't we walk around and see if our class is anywhere. So we went upstairs and walked and we found them in b16. BUT the sign clearly said b6.&lt;br /&gt;And we were having this fake wedding and I got to be the photographer.. Joy?&lt;br /&gt;Then it was science and we didn't end up having our test today, instead we're going to have it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The horror.&lt;br /&gt;Note the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess and nothing really interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently Miranda was crying in PD so she went off with Emma so when she came back we hugged her. But yeah, recess was filled with lots of hugs.. Mainly to keep us warm.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how cold it was.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be layering up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Drama but we decided to do this forensic science thing.&lt;br /&gt;And we ditched it for english.&lt;br /&gt;So I done my podcast in garageband and finished it and everything, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;And it was because at school they use garageband '08 but my thing is garageband '07.&lt;br /&gt;Psh. Sucks doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch. We decided to sit on the oval so Stevie, Kaity, Lucinda and I went there.&lt;br /&gt;Miranda was meant to go with us but she decided to sit with Katelin and Casey.&lt;br /&gt;Today Katelin and Casey kept going off without us and at lunch, during 2nd half Casey and Miranda went off without us.&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about random stuff at lunch, like racism and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Kaity had a pretend fight. It was.. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was DEAR which was.. Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Maths last and I swear to god it was soooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;Come on! It does not take 5 freaking minutes to do one fucking question!&lt;br /&gt;Come one, they were like, 4a x 6b questions.&lt;br /&gt;They're not that hard!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then I was walking and me and Kaity were going to go into town. Then I called my mum to see if it was alright and it was, and then we talked to Jesse for a little while about maths tests then we went to Stevie to see if she would come with us.&lt;br /&gt;Well she did and we walked into town talking about languages.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way to McDonalds we talked about having a gap year before going to uni and travelling around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought stuff and walked more into town and talked about going into every shop there.&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat at the park and talked about.. Guys. We pretty much named every guy and said whether or not we would go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, we were talking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go on the playground and we sat on the monkey bars and continued talking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We decided, that on Friday, even though it's Good Friday, we should have like, a picnic at the park because all the shops will be closed.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll invite our friends and everything and everyone brings food and we just you know, sit there and talk about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to go to my guitar lesson in like, half and hour and I'm gonna change into warmer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell sweet loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6934350645114193533?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6934350645114193533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6934350645114193533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-april-9th.html' title='Number 199'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-9144621800373293659</id><published>2009-04-04T09:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:49.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 198.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gawds.&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest dream EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not the weirdest dream ever but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So Happi and Miranda were walking in front of me and Stevie.&lt;br /&gt;Then they were climbing up this giant step type thing and I suddenly started speaking in an accent. You know how I do that sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she turned around and glared at me and Miranda just turned around and shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard Happi speak.. Well I think I have but I didn't notice her accent!&lt;br /&gt;You know how oblivious I can be!&lt;br /&gt;And apparently one day she heard me imitating her accent or something.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I've never done that!&lt;br /&gt;And I've never met her before or heard her speak and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;I've only heard stuff about her.. Good stuff that is..&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to judge without knowing her? She seems like a nice person, I just haven't met her.&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to make fun of someone I don't even know?&lt;br /&gt;Who is everyone to do that? Come on people, give other people a freaking chance!&lt;br /&gt;They could actually be cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-9144621800373293659?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/9144621800373293659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/9144621800373293659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='Number 198.'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7854752000167950985</id><published>2009-04-03T21:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:43.499+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 197</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psh. The last time I updated this old thing was on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Now what has been going on?? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Well on Thursday I.. don't really remember what I done. But my dad came back from brisbane!&lt;br /&gt;We found out that's he's going to go to vietnam.. And there was a spider on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I got around by quickly running past it. I'm pretty proud of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then today when my dad woke me up he found the spider.. walking across the floor? Anyway, he got it out of the house. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to school and Miranda came not long after I came.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were you know, talking about stuff, it's what normal people do then she said, Hey look it's Stevie and Bec. Then we went back to talking and the next thing we know Dylan is there.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Twas pretty funneh.&lt;br /&gt;So the bell rang eventually and we went to roll call. It was funny coz there weren't any chairs in the classroom so we sat on the desks.&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rang and we went to Maths. I know, maths first is.. weird, no matter how good the teacher is a shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;We're starting to re-learn algebra, and you people know how.. "good" I am at algebra right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I might be able to understand it, actually, malaysia taught me some algebra. Who'd have thunk it? :]&lt;br /&gt;Then we had P.E and we had to do the Beep test. I am very unfit. *sighs* Then we had to do some child labour, LABOUR I TELLS YAH! Illegal much? Psh. We weren't even getting paid. Well.. We got some soap to wash our hands? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess and I was hungry.. No surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Science and instead of having our science test today we're going to have it on monday, I think we have Science first. *sighs* What a great way to start the day huh?&lt;br /&gt;Then we had English BUT I went to F3 but no one was there so I went to b15 but no one was there so I went back to f3. I rock. More exercise! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch which was.. Meh, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Then commerce was last and I started to write this good story and | sent it to my email address but guess what? It didn't work. So shit it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just rewrite it however I remember it. The rapist is Orion again. :) I'll actually finish this short story aswell.&lt;br /&gt;It's about a girl that dies, and she's telling us how she died.&lt;br /&gt;But you guys don't know she's dead until the end.. Well now I kinda ruined it didn't I? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I was walking home it was really windy and I knew it was going to rain and it's raining now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now too.. But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on our way to our seat from english Miranda &amp;amp; I were talking in accents (german maybe?) about our plan to kill off the exess bagage in our class. That is the fat people, the dumb people, and the people we just hate. :D&lt;br /&gt;We totally rock, it's part of our plan to kill all the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I rock.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I've got a cold. And you know what? Someone should tell me the difference between a cold and the flu.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Meh I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme something to do this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me clean my room! Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-7854752000167950985?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7854752000167950985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7854752000167950985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/sniffs.html' title='Number 197'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-8185106598674694882</id><published>2009-04-01T21:12:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:37.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 196</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll start with tuesday.. that's yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;So nothing really interesting happened I think.. But my legs were freaking sore from the athletics carnival and guess what? I had to do the 40m sprint and agility test 2 times in P.E!&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Then I walked into town which actually made my legs feel less sore..&lt;br /&gt;I walked into town with Miranda and Stevie and we just.. chilled but then Miranda had to go so me and Stevie just chilled.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Autumn weather is finally kicking in, it's starting to get colder!&lt;br /&gt;And zomfg it is gonna be hell in winter!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Then today I had Drama first and we were doing our monologues. I done mine first and I got a.. pretty good clap? :) Then it was Miranda, Tanya, then Emma.&lt;br /&gt;Tanya's one wasn't really that good. I knew what she was talking about and everything but what she said wasn't really that clear y'know?&lt;br /&gt;But they were pretty good so far.&lt;br /&gt;And then we had Commerce and that was a funny lesson.&lt;br /&gt;So we went on the computers in the library and there were 4 laptops. So Billy was on one, Lucinda &amp;amp; Stevie shared one, I had one and Orion &amp;amp; Niko had one. Then Alex was just sitting with us.&lt;br /&gt;Well I decided I wasn't going to do my work so I was going to write this sadistic story.&lt;br /&gt;The killer was based on Orion. :) He had like, bright red hair with a mullet that goes down to the middle of his back. :D We were kinda thinking about Jesse then because he gets this mullet when his hair starts to grow. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;And sometime during the lesson Orion said that if he gets busted for not doing his work he was going to bring me down with him.&lt;br /&gt;And sometime during the lesson he said that I wanted all of the stuff to happen to me and I was like, yeah well.. You want to do that stuff to me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So yeah, it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;And he's gonna show me that chicken hat!&lt;br /&gt;Long story. :D&lt;br /&gt;From like.. Last year or 2007? haha.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was recess and me and Miranda got in trouble for standing on the chair. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Then we had history and it was just writing notes. And Kaity kinda screamed because she saw a small daddy long legs. Psh. They can't even bite you!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a year meeting and I didn't get chosen for SRC. Meh. But congrats to the people that did get elected! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch and we just.. you know, sat and chilled on the oval. Talking about random shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had aerobics and Ms Carr was all like, why did you chose aerobics if you're gonna be silly.&lt;br /&gt;And I was all like, WTF? (in my mind, I mean seriously, I've been like, good for the past days. Psh. Fag) I swear Ms Carr is like, racist or something. Honestly, because when I had her for art she didn't really like me.. Racist.. BLONDE! haha. That was... Low.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home today and my mum went to canberra today because.. well she just did and she mostly bought food. She didn't really by any clothes! And pretty much nothing for me!&lt;br /&gt;So I got home and pretty much read memoirs of a geisha. I haven't finished it yet but i've read it before. You people should read it, it's way better than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the best book ever!&lt;br /&gt;Now for the panic attacks bit.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that when I see a huntsman (or a big spider) I get a mild panic attack. Yes, panic attacks. So yeah.. The other day I saw one and my mum was all like, breath, calm down and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;And urm.. I went to Roses for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sleepy and my feet are cold.&lt;br /&gt;Guten nacht! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-8185106598674694882?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8185106598674694882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/8185106598674694882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/04/panic-attacks_01.html' title='Number 196'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1467756213110661056</id><published>2009-03-30T19:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:31.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 195</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in desperate need of a foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you why, it all started like this...&lt;br /&gt;So today was the athletics carnival mkay?&lt;br /&gt;And we started with high jump which I didn't do, then we went to 100m sprint.&lt;br /&gt;I went against Bec, Casey, Kaitlin, Katelin and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;I came second to Bec.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the ball games. Paterson won like, one of the games or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then we done tug-a-war.&lt;br /&gt;Kendall won (with my help :))&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to do shot put, I came last or second last. I totally won!&lt;br /&gt;Then discuss I think I came last again :) I rock.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to long jump and got out, then I watched family guy on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our break which was just, you know, relaxing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Then I done the 400m race and came.. close to last.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had the 200m race and came last, but I done like, the 400 one right before it so it was pretty good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So I ran 700m today.&lt;br /&gt;Then people were talking, then I done the dancing.&lt;br /&gt;We were filming it today and it actually made my feet hurt LESS.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked home (bad idea) and played on the PS2.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my guitar lesson and now my feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, now I need a foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;So... PSH. I can't believe we had our athletics carnival today.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's like, the best day of the fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;We have all of our electives in a row, and we don't have science and maths.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow I have P.E last which will suck because we're gonna be doing running stuff.&lt;br /&gt;*cries* Oh wells, I will survive. Best song EVER. It is classic, it's by Gloria Gaynor and I remember the 1st verse and chorus of it. I'm pretty darn proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't have drama tomorrow and I have music with Miss Wall.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Haha. Nah, she's a better teacher than Ms Montague-Brown.&lt;br /&gt;And psh, I don't have time for small town fish like you!&lt;br /&gt;*turns and walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1467756213110661056?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1467756213110661056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1467756213110661056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/foot-massage.html' title='Number 195'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6436376695719024712</id><published>2009-03-28T21:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:24.832+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 194</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all you people out there, well, the ones that haven't passed 8.30pm today yet, turn your electricity off for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;I done, and I think it's a really good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Because, you know what? I was about to go all scientific on you guys and that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just blog about my days ok?&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Friday there was.. stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the part that I remember is this.&lt;br /&gt;So it was lunch and we decided to sit on the oval and then we started to remember stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking about Courtney Lewis and ZOMG there was so much funny stuff about her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just tell you one story about her ok?&lt;br /&gt;So my my friends were sleeping over at her house and her mum went out. Then at midnight she said that she had to call her mum to see if she was getting raped.&lt;br /&gt;WTF people!!&lt;br /&gt;And we were sharing funny stories about her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were sharing funny memories.&lt;br /&gt;Gawds we should do that again.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was dear and I was reading memoirs of a geisha. Good book people, you guys should read it.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was History and I thought Miranda was mad at me for a second but I don't think she is now.&lt;br /&gt;Then we finished our dance for School Spec.&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday we're going to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home... Then today I woke up at, drum roll please, 8.10! I know! And I couldn't really get back to sleep. What has happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I did go to sleep early last night.. But still, 8.10?!&lt;br /&gt;Come on! What happened to 10 huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, then I done stuff, and played eyetoy, and EARTH HOUR was here!&lt;br /&gt;And urm... I played cards with my mum?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tomorrow I'm going to go through my wardrobe to find something red to wear for the Athletics Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll look for something to wear for the video.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I'll look for something to wear for my monologue.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll probably play eyetoy.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I have a busy day tomorrow so don't get your knickers in a twist if I don't answer you ok?&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't answer you in 10 minutes what makes you think I will in.. More than 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;So don't be an idiot ok? If you're still online when I get on my mac I'll say hi, got it?&lt;br /&gt;Tata! xx.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-6436376695719024712?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6436376695719024712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6436376695719024712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Number 194'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1515279324898004215</id><published>2009-03-26T22:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:17.158+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 193</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry about the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that.. Well I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;About what you may ask, well that is a very good question.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry because my mum wouldn't let me go into town today after school because my room was "messy".&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit it, my room gets messy, but it's not their fucking room, so why the fuck should they worry about whether or not it's clean or not!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am getting this worked up about a room.&lt;br /&gt;But it's MY room so there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows... I'm alive.. Didn't kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;But just so you know, I was serious about the whole kill myself thing.. Dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;All because of a room.&lt;br /&gt;Shit I sound like a lunatic don't I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So today I had science first which was.. gay, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had history and I had nothing to do s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o I just practiced my monologue.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had commerce and we just had a bludge lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Then drama which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;We played this game called space jump at the end of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;But first thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;First we played Death in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;And Stevie, Orion, Miranda and I were in the same group.&lt;br /&gt;And our place was in the backseat of a car..&lt;br /&gt;With one guy.. AWKWARD much?&lt;br /&gt;And we died by a straw... We were eating McDonalds in the back of the car just so you know!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.. That was kinda.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;Now Space Jump.. How should I describe that?&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's like, 4 or 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;And they line up at the side of the "stage".&lt;br /&gt;The first person goes on and does their little scene for like, 30 seconds. Then they have to freeze and the next person comes on and creates an entirely different scene and when the second person talks the person that is frozen can talk and move and stuff. So it goes like that until everyone is on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Xin, Miranda, Jesse and Sean were all in one group.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote our names in the order we went on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was all like, "Hitler, hitler, where art thou hitler? I miss your.. Thing (does that hitler pose) and your moustache" And people kinda got the wrong idea when I said thing... It wasn't meant to sound wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Then Xin came and we were in an elevator and he was talking on the phone.. Which was.. Unique?&lt;br /&gt;And then we got out of the elevator and he borrowed my "phone". Then we had to freeze and Miranda came on.&lt;br /&gt;She took both of our hands and told us to apologize and shake hands.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't shake Xin's hand properly and she was all like, Now that isn't the proper way to apologize. And I said, but he hit me!&lt;br /&gt;And she said, you hit him first!&lt;br /&gt;And I said, *scoffs* I only punched him in the head.&lt;br /&gt;And then Miranda grabbed my arms and we had to freeze.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesse came on and said, "I now pronounce you wife and wife"&lt;br /&gt;And we were like, I knew this would be legal one day sis.&lt;br /&gt;And then stuff like that, then Sean came on and he.. sniffed us.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you hear correctly.&lt;br /&gt;When he FINALLY talked I was like, that gorilla is uglier than it is in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Overall that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rang and it was lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking about.. Stuff. Mostly guys..&lt;br /&gt;Then I had maths last and it was such a boring lesson.. We hardly done any work! Psh. I've seen monkeys teach faster.. But then again those are cartoon monkeys.. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dance rehersals which didn't really go for long.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was going to go into town with Kaity but I couldn't so I was really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I sat outside for like, 20 minutes. Then I came inside and wrote the previous blog post and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then I didn't really clean my room. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I don't think I'll die sometime soon unless I'm in a freak accident!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1515279324898004215?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1515279324898004215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1515279324898004215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry.html' title='Number 193'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4412975035760729323</id><published>2009-03-26T16:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:10.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 192</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I don't update sometime soon I'll either be dead, dying or in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;And if I do die it's fucking suicide, ok?&lt;br /&gt;So I just want you all to know that I care about you guys and you guys are awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;Because I just can't give a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and somehow, tell my mum the url for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So she can go to fucking hell for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she should know that I couldn't care less if her friends think I swear all the time if they read this.&lt;br /&gt;Go Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4412975035760729323?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4412975035760729323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4412975035760729323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-die.html' title='Number 192'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3315846367332591322</id><published>2009-03-25T17:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:44:03.314+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 191</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my fucking god.&lt;br /&gt;I have to clean up my room because it is fucking messy.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even that messy!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna take a picture of it because you'll agree with my fucking parents.&lt;br /&gt;Why should they care if my god damned room is messy huh?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like it's their fucking room.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they go in it every fucking day when I'm not at home right?&lt;br /&gt;So what gives them the right to boss me around about how MY god damned room should be like huh?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid gay-ass whores.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking rapists.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is shit, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3315846367332591322?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3315846367332591322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3315846367332591322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-lots-of-swearing.html' title='Number 191'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-685372487393900785</id><published>2009-03-25T17:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:43:56.528+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 190</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I hate cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the cereals fault ok?&lt;br /&gt;It's just because.. Well I like it like, occasionally but I can't have it everyday you know?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the last time I updated this thing was.. Lemme guess, Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;*checks blog*&lt;br /&gt;No! It was Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo sure it was thursday.. Well maybe it was some other time.&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW...&lt;br /&gt;On Monday after school I couldn't make it to my piano lesson because I had the School Spec thing until 5. But I got to go to guitar at 6.15 so it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday I had school spec until 5.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in English we've been using the school's macs.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could use my own but then I have to bring it to the place and get it able to join the Monaro High School network.&lt;br /&gt;Psh, what a gay-ass thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so today I didn't have school spec after school!&lt;br /&gt;But I have it on Friday, we've almost finished the dance, we've only got 40 more seconds but I don't remember what song it's to...&lt;br /&gt;I had aerobics today which was alright.&lt;br /&gt;We were doing crazy shit in there.. that's me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And.. and.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ❤ guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And ZOMG Mirandog I NEED to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;When are you gonna get back from your thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you already back o.O&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;Point being I NEED to talk to you..&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Now I'm bored AND hungry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go look for some food.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell sweet minions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-685372487393900785?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/685372487393900785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/685372487393900785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-cornflakes.html' title='Number 190'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-7074320376854639196</id><published>2009-03-22T20:33:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:42:34.205+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 189</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casey - Barney Ice&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda - Jelly Heroin&lt;br /&gt;Stevie - Star Opium&lt;br /&gt;Bec - Mani Cannabis&lt;br /&gt;Kaity - Doug Speed&lt;br /&gt;Dara - Guppy Marijuana&lt;br /&gt;Miranda - Sluggy Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are our surfer names so deal with it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So urm.. what did I do today?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up and then I done maths homework and then I watched John Tucker Must Die then I finished my maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into the lounge room and done stuff, then I started my history project.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went shopping, then I done a little bit more of my history project.&lt;br /&gt;Then I helped Kirstie with her homework and we played eye toy which is an awesomely fun game on the PS2!&lt;br /&gt;Then I done more of my history project and then I ate dinner then I done stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's pretty much my day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and people, update your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now.. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLTCXZbCNFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLTCXZbCNFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4119693591971499455-7074320376854639196?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7074320376854639196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/7074320376854639196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/cannabis.html' title='Number 189'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-405145568595041047</id><published>2009-03-21T23:36:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:42:28.524+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 188</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've found out that I look more like my dad but I have my mums personality.&lt;br /&gt;.. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing me and my mum have in common look-wise is that we're both girls.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love Halo - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So today I went to Canberra with my mum which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put some pics up at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;I got these awesome ankle boots and I got these awesome sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;We went to DFO and Fishwick Markets.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home because there was a party at 4.&lt;br /&gt;It was Divina's 50th, she doesn't look 50.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we finally went there and we done stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=390510952&amp;amp;albumID=1397328&amp;amp;imageID=21905077#a=1397328&amp;amp;i=21905054" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"&gt;         &lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 352px;" id="userImage" onload="FixImage();" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/72/l_8213f4c315b1426481c870117449a6a4.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=390510952&amp;amp;albumID=1397328&amp;amp;imageID=21905077#a=1397328&amp;amp;i=21905036" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"&gt;         &lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 322px;" id="userImage" onload="FixImage();" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/97/l_1f28b4f6d71944768f1c6dc24b4104ce.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=390510952&amp;amp;albumID=1397328&amp;amp;imageID=21905077#a=1397328&amp;amp;i=21905019" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"&gt;         &lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 412px;" id="userImage" onload="FixImage();" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/92/l_e149be5920434f6389b7231910ddfada.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=390510952&amp;amp;albumID=1397328&amp;amp;imageID=21905077#a=1397328&amp;amp;i=21419482" id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext"&gt;         &lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 474px;" id="userImage" onload="FixImage();" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/81/l_942c5a51434649e1a96eedd1122840a7.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-405145568595041047?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/405145568595041047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/405145568595041047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-fly-with-me.html' title='Number 188'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5358613336748820949</id><published>2009-03-20T21:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:42:21.992+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 187</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;First up we had maths and I was upset that it ended.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I don't have much homework anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had PE which was.. Ok. It was our last gym lesson pretty much so we won't really be doing anything next times.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had recess and done.. Weird stuff as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had science. *sighs* Gay-ass subject I tells yah!&lt;br /&gt;Then I had english which was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch and the pass people went to golf so it was just Stevie, Miranda, Bec, Lucinda and I.&lt;br /&gt;And it's Lucinda's birthday so I gave her birthday punches from everyone in our group.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had commerce and we watched the movie "worst jobs in the world" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then we stayed back until 4.30 to learn the school spectacular dance, well, part of it and Ms Menchin was late. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and got ready for the harmony day thing because today is harmony day and there was this get together from 6-9.&lt;br /&gt;And Kaity came. So we went there and after we finished eating Kaity and I went outside and went on these posts and done poses every time cars passed by.&lt;br /&gt;And this guy wanted to take a picture of us ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then the people in the cars stopped staring at us and we thought it was because they couldn't see us. So we went to where there was more light and we got on this bench and done poses on it, then we started to sing songs!&lt;br /&gt;Then we got bored of that so we went back inside and watched the rest of the presentations and I was patting Kaity's head. Then we went outside (when it was over) and practiced the school spec dance, then we went to the car and sang random songs.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;So I will give Stevie, Lucinda, Bec's and Casey's birthday presents on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL SWEET PORCUPINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5358613336748820949?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5358613336748820949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5358613336748820949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-friday-people.html' title='Number 187'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1978889878674203737</id><published>2009-03-19T23:39:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:42:16.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 186</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is the 200 hundredth post (apparently)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I'm going to be joining the SRC (student representative council) and tomorrow after school I'm going to be learning the dance for school spec!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think things are working out alright.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a fight with my mum because she wouldn't take me into town to buy Casey, Stevie, Lucinda, Bec &amp;amp; Kaity birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;So when she left you can imagine how mad I was right?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad, I don't do the whole screaming thing, that's just a little bit awkward.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm into slamming doors and breaking stuff when I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm quite proud of the fact that I refrained from breaking my mums laptop!&lt;br /&gt;So I just slammed the front door really hard a few times, slammed the back door once and my bedroom door twice. Then I curled up in my bed and cried then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then I didn't eat dinner because I didn't want to be in the same room as my mum.&lt;br /&gt;So when they asked if I wanted dinner I just said that I wasn't hungry but I just ate my dinner not too long ago (turns out we had meat loaf and she had a plate with my food on it in the fridge) and had a hot chocolate. Unfortunately I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tell me which monologue sounds better for me to do in drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop Farting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="3" width="550"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Jenna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gender:                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Female&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age (range):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;26&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Comedy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2 minutes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey, I need to talk to you.  (Pause)  What I am going to say is not easy for me.  It’s something that’s been on my mind for quite some time now and I need to finally get this off my chest.  We’ve been together for almost one year and it’s only getting worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I didn’t cheat on you - just listen.  You FART too much!  It’s become a serious problem for me.  I mean, Jack, it’s affecting our relationship.  In the beginning it was okay, passing gas happens to the best of us but it’s become a regular phenomenon with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can’t walk more than ten feet without letting one leak out of your ass!  over dinner, you lean off to one side making that strained squish face that you make.  It’s repulsive!  And you keep carrying on your conversation like nothing ever happened.  You used to laugh when you farted.  Now, you don’t even acknowledge it occurs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO, I do not want you to begin acknowledging it again Jack.  I want it to STOP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other day at my once a year family gathering picnic.  You let out a bomb that made other families leave.  Didn’t you even notice that?  We had half the park to ourselves because the stench you release is that vulgar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t care if my brothers get a kick out of it.  Okay?!  They are seven and nine years old.  You embarras me in front of my mother no less.  And you know how she is.  She thinks your an absolute PIG - SLOB - ANIMAL.  Those were her words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack, the farting needs to come to an end.  If you can’t hold it in from now on, I’m leaving you.  I don’t care if you get stomach pains.  It’s ruining our relationship.  How many times do I wake up during the night choking on your fumes while you sleep.  I never knew of anyone in my life that farts while they sleep until I met you.  You wake me up out of a dead sleep.  In my dreams I’m getting chased by something.  I wake up to realize it’s your stench.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go see a Doctor.  I’ll go with you.  Maybe you have some kind of weird gastric problem or something.  I don’t know.  Maybe it’s what you eat.  Maybe you swallow to much air when you talk.  Whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let’s go see a professional because that’s what you need or it’s over Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrong and Ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="3" width="550"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;Gretchen&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gender:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;Female&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age (range):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;13-17&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;Comedy&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;2 minutes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, my gosh. I think I've just come up with the best theory. Teenage life sucks. That's it. I mean, once you hit 13, your life just goes (rocket). All the adults are like "I loved being a teenager!" Ha, sure. Well, I'm sorry but this isn't "Sunshine 70's" anymore. They're just trying to make us feel better. And the little kids are like "I can't wait to be a teenager! It would be so fun much to be older!" Haha, no you don't. No, you really don't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, first of all, you're in Middle School when it all starts to happen. For some weird reason, it seems like when you're a teenager, all your friends start to turn on you. I mean, at first they're like "Hey, best friend!" and you know, you do the regular things like hang out and stuff. And then once you leave, they go around gossiping "Oh, my gosh, did you know that Gretchen made out with Justin at movies... oh yeah, it was definitely tongue," (what expression) I don't even know a Justin! Then, there's puberty. Actually, I'm not even gonna get into that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then there's high school, the black-hole of all teenage life. Once you get there, everything starts to fall apart. First, everyone expects you to be this pencil thin stick or you're considered "fat", but when you are that thin, they just go spreading around that your anorexic! And all through high school, it's nothing but college this or college that, and the college-councilors are not much help about it. They're like "You fail! You lose! You fail at life! You better memorize the phrase 'You want fries with that?'! Grrr! I hate them! I wish they'd die!!!! (Sigh) Where was I? Oh yeah, life sucking. You know what, I'm tired of complaining. So, I just say two things to say: Adults, you're wrong, and kids, get ready.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gain The Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="3" width="550"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;Grace&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gender:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;Female&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age (range):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;12-16&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;Drama&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;2 minutes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Background Info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She is talking to her mother in the scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What were you going to say? Let me guess... you're just a kid. That's what it always boils down to, isn't it? But, just like any other human on this planet, I do have feelings. Yes, I do. I feel pain. I feel sadness and sometimes like my life's not worth anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, I'm always too young to understand right? Then tell me, when are my feelings going to count for something? When is my life going to mean something? If us "kids" really are just kidding ourselves, and we just don't experience any true emotions, Then how is it that so many adult are screwed up because their childhood was a mess? You know why? Because they did feel something. It's because no one bothers to pay attention to you because your feelings aren't real. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It happened to you, so what are you letting it happen to me? Your no different than your mother, and her mother before her, your just like everyone else, continuing this... this vicious cycle! Where's it going to stop Mom? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So just tell me in my cbox which one you think is the best ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4119693591971499455-1978889878674203737?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1978889878674203737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1978889878674203737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/200.html' title='Number 186'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-2418725534457679598</id><published>2009-03-17T16:38:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:42:08.437+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 185</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ALLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a recent picture of yourself or take a picture right now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't change your clothes, just take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the picture with NO editing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the picture with these instructions.&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/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sb832bLANrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xECkStOrV9E/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sb832bLANrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xECkStOrV9E/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027493466846898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;To go on BROADWAY! Or smth like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you like the most about the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;More like what DON'T I like ahahah wtf? Urm.. I like her.. curly-ness in her hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind with a bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you name your kids in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Bella-Donna Mia (insert husbands last name)&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Isaac James (insert husbands last name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year (2009)?&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. Live life to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you think you are clever?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you favorite colours?&lt;br /&gt;The ones that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you ever wonder where you would end up after you die?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've always wondered how it would feel to die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to know? Eh, eh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you can do anything now. What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFG I'd be doing School Spectacular stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. State a random fact about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I can make anything sound wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha lolz fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;CANDYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever killed a living creature?&lt;br /&gt;Lods of ants and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever broken the law?&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I have! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many ex boyfriend/girlfriend you had before?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Spiders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Remove one question from above and add in your personal question.&lt;br /&gt;-Make a total of 20 questions and tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;-Notify them in their chatbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;-List them out at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azlin&lt;br /&gt;Jia&lt;br /&gt;Haley&lt;br /&gt;Simone&lt;br /&gt;Kaity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really boring day and today was pretty boring so I'm just gonna talk about school spectacular ok?&lt;br /&gt;Well School Spec is this dancing competition between schools pretty much and to audition you send in a 3 min ++ video of 16 people dancing and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hopefully I get in!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Call my Guppy or Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;I just love Yvonne (the name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-2418725534457679598?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2418725534457679598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/2418725534457679598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-ally-1.html' title='Number 185'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/Sb832bLANrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xECkStOrV9E/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-5724779075386597256</id><published>2009-03-15T23:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:58.262+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 184</title><content type='html'>1. Last beverage→ Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call→ Stevie&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ Stevie&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to→ Misery Business - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried→ I don't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone twice → Nope&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? → No..&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it?→ Nopies&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special?→ Yes. :(&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed?→ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? → hahahah no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue&lt;br /&gt;2. Green&lt;br /&gt;3. Red&lt;br /&gt;4. Hot Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends → ..Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love → Yep&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried → hahahah YES!&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you→ Yepo&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you→ Yes, stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list→ Yah&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life →Most of 'em&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have→ 1-2 kidlings. :)&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets → they urm.. Kinda died out on my so.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name→Yeah! I told my mum to call me Yvonne now! :D&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday→ Umm... Nothing special&lt;br /&gt;13. What time did you wake up today → around 10.30?&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night → Urm.. playing the piano? ahha I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for → going to Sydney on the 15th of April! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you saw your father→ roughly an hour and 19 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → Nothing because it might not end up as good as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now → I'm zooted - soulja boy&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom     Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;23. What's getting on your nerves right now? → Urm.. nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;24. Most visited webpage → Explosm.net, Fictionpress and blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is?&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your name→ Dara&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames→ Don't really have any ay?&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship Status → Singlemongo :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign→ Taurus&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female or transgendered→ HAHAHHAHAHAH transgendered.. lol, nah, female.&lt;br /&gt;6. Elementary→ Cooma North Primary School&lt;br /&gt;7. Middle School → Monaro High school (7-8), Cempaka International School (8-9), Monaro High School (9-10 I guess)&lt;br /&gt;8. High school → Monaro High School I think..&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color → Dark brown with cooper-ish highlights&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short → long&lt;br /&gt;16. Height → 5'3" or 160cm.. same difference.&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? → Yes *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;18: What do you like about yourself?     My weird and spontaneous (at times) personality, how I can make people laugh so effing hard! Gawds it's freakin funneh!&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings → One in each ear..&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos → Nopies&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty → Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery → Umm.. cutting the belly button cord? If that even is a surgery! Other than that, none.&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing → Ears&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friends → Hmm... I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined → Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet → A guinea pig names Coco, she died of heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation→ Urm.. Well I moved to Malaysia not long after I was born... other than that, England.&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert → Hi 5 or Wiggles or the hooley dooleys&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush → Umm... I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating → air?&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking → Air juice?&lt;br /&gt;52. I'm about to → finish this&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to → Superwoman - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting for → School to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids?     Yeah&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married?     Mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind?        I wanna go to broadway and act and stuff but I don't want to be an A-list celeb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes--    Eyes&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses → Hugss&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller → taller&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger → older&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous → spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms → tummyyy&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud → LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship → relationship&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble maker or hesitant→ trouble maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger → Nope&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor → Yeah, i guess&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts → Nopies.&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date → wth no!&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone's heart → I dunno&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken → Yes.&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died → .. No&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? → I like all my girl friends, why else would they be my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → Not really..&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → No way mann&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → .. I guess&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause → nope&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? →if the date was a good one then yes!&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels →Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Not really&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → no&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag as many friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Breath - Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;The (after) life of a party - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;That beep - Architecture in Helinski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Love You - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Hate (I don't really like you) - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Middle of summer - Panic! at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning - Gewn Steffani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Rest my chemistry - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Speed of sound - coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Better than me - Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Moving along - Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE IN THE FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Carter - Lil Wayne &amp;amp; Jay-z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;The Remedy - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;UFO - Sneaky Sound System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wins - The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??&lt;br /&gt;The pretender - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Face the strange - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Girls &amp;amp; Boys - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Loose control - Evanesence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy - Timbaland ft. Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Shakira DJ mix - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I'm listening to Right Round - Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/174TE4GsxhU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/174TE4GsxhU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the video :)&lt;br /&gt;So liverpool won!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! And just so you know, I didn't watch it coz I can't and I go for liverpool coz my son said that it's the best team.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told you about what happened yesterday right?&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;So my half brother (Justin) and his family (Alison - wife, Amy - eldest daughter, Holly - youngest daughter) came to C-town.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after they arrived Mum, Alison, Amy, Holly and I went into town to see the Sunday Market and an auction there.&lt;br /&gt;So we were walking around and I saw Kaity and Casey so we stood there talking then Carly came and we were bitching about people - hey, it's what girls do!&lt;br /&gt;Then Carly left and we went to Cathy's lolly shack but it was closed so we walked back to the park and walked around then I had to go home and I played the piano then they left and I done the boring stuff I usually do all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;30 days til Sydney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-5724779075386597256?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5724779075386597256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/5724779075386597256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title='Number 184'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-6040085172063326504</id><published>2009-03-14T21:40:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:52.294+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 183</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I just felt like saying that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I read stuff on fiction press and watched an episode of Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I'm downloading them)&lt;br /&gt;Then I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;washed the dishes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got changed and went to that pancake place (god I love that stuff) and we eventually went home after what, 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;Then I practiced the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I can now remember like, 4 songs off by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;F&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ur Elise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hungarian Rhapsode 2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hungarian Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MY version of the Wedding March&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, do I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then at around 5.30 I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woolworths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stevie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before the we went to the show.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dropped me off there.&lt;br /&gt;But then he decided to give us a lift to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Care Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where we were gonna meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It started to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not long after we got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;So after a few minutes Casey and Kaity were there and we walked to the show ground talking about random shit.&lt;br /&gt;We paid &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get in and the first thing we done was go on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Music Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and just so you know, we had to pay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;$7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for each ride.&lt;br /&gt;The music trip looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 202px; height: 150px;" alt="http://www.nfa.dept.shef.ac.uk/images/mm56-01.jpg" src="http://www.nfa.dept.shef.ac.uk/images/mm56-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Kaity and I got on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which looks a bit like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 203px; height: 151px;" alt="http://www.lunaparksydney.com/images/img_rides_ufo2.jpg" src="http://www.lunaparksydney.com/images/img_rides_ufo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Casey and Stevie were on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 214px; height: 159px;" alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/ca/ChaChaBBayBellsFair.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/ca/ChaChaBBayBellsFair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got some food and talked for a while because it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So after the rain cleared up we looked for the mini pancake place we saw last year and I ate a few of Casey's, Kaity's and Stevie's pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on the Music Trip.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 189px;" alt="http://www.st-theresa-parish.org/images/Mvc-007f_1.jpg" src="http://www.st-theresa-parish.org/images/Mvc-007f_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is when the funny stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;So we got on the ride right, (Me and Casey were sitting at the front) then when it was almost finished (just a few more seconds) Kaity &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vomited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes! In the ride!&lt;br /&gt;So I looked down to see if there was a hole that would let the vomit into our side but thank &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;So me and Casey turned around and saw Kaity hunched over and Stevie patting her back.&lt;br /&gt;So me and Casey quickly turned back and then when the ride stopped Casey vomited out of the side and when she wiped her mouth there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long strings of spit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew much? So I was trying to get out of the ride and wouldn't you know it the bar stopped my knees from getting through! So I was squatting and shouting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Get me out of here!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the man came and undone it and Casey and Kaity quickly ran into the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;So Stevie and I were standing around and then she suddenly vomited!&lt;br /&gt;So she ran inside the toilets aswell!&lt;br /&gt;So I was the only one that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vomit.&lt;br /&gt;I got bored of standing outside so I was going to go into the toilets but there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vomit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just stood outside.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the other toilets coz those ones didn't have soap in them.&lt;br /&gt;Then there wasn't any soap in the other one so we went to one indoors and that smelled weird so I waited outside.&lt;br /&gt;So they &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came out after god knows how many hours and we sat down and talked.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to walk around and look for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I wanted her to know about all of the vomiting!&lt;br /&gt;So she was on the Cha Cha (she was on it like, 10 times!) and I told her what happened while laughing my guts out!&lt;br /&gt;Then Stevie and I went on the Music Trip again and we had to wait a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time for more people to come on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;So we went on it (after what, 10 minutes?) and then when we got off Casey and Kaity weren't near us so we walked around and found them in this big mass of, wait for it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;zohmyfreakinggawds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;much?&lt;br /&gt;So everyone were crowding around this fire act but it wasn't started yet, people were just warming up.&lt;br /&gt;And Kaity and Casey had these life saver things (both were pink) so Stevie and I went and got one. I got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one and Stevie got a pink one.&lt;br /&gt;So they finally done there act and in a few bits the fire kept us &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice 'n toasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go home (we were cold! .. And bored.).&lt;br /&gt;So I used Stevie's phone coz mine ran out of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I told my mum to meet me outside of woolworths.&lt;br /&gt;So Stevie and I were walking there because Casey and Kaity got a lift with Casey's mum or they walked or something because Kaity was sleeping over at Casey's house.&lt;br /&gt;This white van started to pull and and I was running along it but then it sped past me.&lt;br /&gt;So I continued trying to race the cars that went past and there were these 2 guys in yr 11 or 12 that were like "They've got swords! They're gonna kill me!"&lt;br /&gt;Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to race this car, I wanted to see if I could get into woolworths before it went past me and I won! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy something for my mum and Stevie's dad picked her up so after I paid I waited outside for her and told her the whole vomiting thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to the show at night &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year!&lt;br /&gt;And now it's raining!&lt;br /&gt;Gawds I love the rain. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people.&lt;br /&gt;Us the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;They have to be real, nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;If the person before you has the same first initial, you must use different answers.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot use any words twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. A four letter word? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. a boy's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;omonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A girl's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. An occupation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rama teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. A color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Something you'll wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. A food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oughnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. A place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;enver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. A reason for being late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ate rape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Something you'd shout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;eath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. A movie title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;addy's little girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Something you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;arb cocktail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. A musical group?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ragonettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. An animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. A street name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ennison Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. A type of car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;iamond Mercedes Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. The title of a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;on't download this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag 10 people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&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/4119693591971499455-6040085172063326504?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6040085172063326504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/6040085172063326504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/man.html' title='Number 183'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-1603315348473239425</id><published>2009-03-13T19:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:43.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 182</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is currently my favorite song right now!&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song! I love Alicia Keys!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til the weekend is over!&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I hate the weekends.. It's just that I usually have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to.. I dunno. Talk and chill with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sitting on the grass in the park and.. Just relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, the best day in the world!&lt;br /&gt;And it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;So obviously it was the best day in the world right?&lt;br /&gt;Not that other days aren't good..&lt;br /&gt;I just.. happen to like today ok?&lt;br /&gt;So today I joined a Drama and Dance ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the Dance one it's going to be like School Spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;16 people from the school get to go to Sydney and preform.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously we're dancing, got it?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have missed dancing so god damn effing much!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to join again this year.. I just.. Don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;But I might join next year regardless of the fact that we have to do our school certificates.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my point shoes and be fit! The joy!&lt;br /&gt;And for the Drama one we're going to be like, doing a play once every term.&lt;br /&gt;Just performing things and I think it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;But it's also about creating the performance and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is the Cooma Show and I passed the showground today and there weren't a lot of stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;I should call up Stevie tomorrow and we could hang around and chill a bit before we go to the show.&lt;br /&gt;That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun singing and having sex lovebirds!&lt;br /&gt;p.s I told my friends this; "Don't have sex... with a boy"&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-1603315348473239425?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1603315348473239425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/1603315348473239425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-one.html' title='Number 182'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-781029267921991522</id><published>2009-03-11T18:36:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:37.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 181</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;ZOHMYEFFINGGOD!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's on the news?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;There's this series called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Home &amp;amp; Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and there's going to be this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lesbian kissing scene&lt;/span&gt; ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the thing is, they're making such a god damned big deal about it!&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, saying that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Home &amp;amp; Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done it to get more publicity and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;Come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people! What the hell is so bad about it?&lt;br /&gt;So what if there's a lesbian scene? There's people that are lesbians in real life but that's not bad, it's only bad because it's on t.v!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's because it's an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t.v show.&lt;br /&gt;If it's an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one then it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;If it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one it's alright!&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's not bloody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Australian!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;That is offending gays, lesbians and bisexuals &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so bad about gays, lesbians and bi's anyway?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they're doing anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sex.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell man. You people that are thinking like that are being god damned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;sexist&lt;/span&gt; you know?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe sexist isn't the word but what is?&lt;br /&gt;But you get my point right?&lt;br /&gt;I know a few bisexuals myself and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;don't see anything wrong&lt;/span&gt; with that!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people around the world have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; that are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;homo&lt;/span&gt; and they don't think there's anything wrong with that!&lt;br /&gt;So what gives them &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;bastards&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;right&lt;/span&gt; to think that kind of stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes, maybe I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; taking this a little bit too personally but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what some people think it's actually a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;very serious matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;, to all those people out there that think gays, lesbians and bisexuals are.. what? Satanic? Ungodly? Like they're a curse? Whatever, point being if you think &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about people like that then take this into mind, how would &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like it if people dissed you because you were.. I dunno, fat? Ugly? A dickless wench? So? Do you think you'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it? Do you think you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wouldn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Because let me tell you, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; care! No matter how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;tough&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; your exterior is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Besides,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if god actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gays, lesbians and bisexuals then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;invent/let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people become like that huh?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, got you guys there right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, to all you people out there. I hope you guys feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about thinking those horrible things about gays, lesbians and bisexuals.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't? Well, let me tell you that if I knew you or was close enough to you, you'd cop an earful from me.&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto more.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less distressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today we had history first and we were watching a movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gallipoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Australian people were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bastards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they were training in Egypt (the people joining the army in WW1 trained in Egypt)&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I don't have Australian blood!&lt;br /&gt;Then I had drama. We were creating a character and I'll tell you guys what it is later.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;buggered out&lt;/span&gt; because of that rant. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess, then english and we finished watching the movie we were watching the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It was confusing but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;And aerobics was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know how I have a short temper?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I get it from my mum coz I think she's pissed at me because I didn't want to massage her shoulders for five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-781029267921991522?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/781029267921991522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/781029267921991522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/zohmyeffinggod.html' title='Number 181'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-3263565010843866013</id><published>2009-03-10T16:09:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:30.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 180</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you people know, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; wrote exiting and it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me trying to spell exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Got it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;So today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;photo day&lt;/span&gt;! Which means we got to get class photos, and friend photos. Well that's what I got.. I'll show you guys the picture when I get it mkay?&lt;br /&gt;So, first we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. First we done this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;test type thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which was 10 questions. I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;5/10&lt;/span&gt;. Then we played the guitar because... Well because we have to!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;science! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well not really, we had to get our photos taken. So the whole year went there and usually I sit at the front but guess what? This year I sat at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to science and we just talked about the movie we watched last lesson &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we only had like, 10 mins until the bell rang so what would be the point of bringing our books in and doing work?&lt;br /&gt;So by the time the bell rang (which was at 11.08 am I think) it was time for *drum roll* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was going to get my friend photos then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they were still taking the year 12 photos.&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we went back to our seat and guess what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rachel Hodges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah were there! So Sarah played a game on my ipod but Rachel was there so it wasn't cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commerce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was alright. We just done this worksheet and drew up a table.&lt;br /&gt;So it was easy work.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We didn't get our writing books back so you guys can't read my stories, but we watched a movie which was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you what it was about because I'm lazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we went up there 1st half to get the photos but guess what? There were so many god damned people there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we went back up there at 2nd half and got the photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;In the photo were (from left to right): &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucinda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt; (in a tree), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaity&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bec&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think the photo will turn out pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're getting them back near the end of the term.&lt;br /&gt;So in a few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;week 7!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means there's like, 3 or 4 weeks left until &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and sat down and of course we talked about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So after the bell rang we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.E.A.R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but instead of reading we done this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;confidential bullying survey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then we had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I don't feel like writing about that.&lt;br /&gt;So now I just ate noodles and now I'm hungry and shit so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tata my lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-3263565010843866013?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3263565010843866013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/3263565010843866013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/exiting.html' title='Number 180'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-108396016742547506</id><published>2009-03-09T17:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:17.242+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 179</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a theory lesson today in Drama.&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking about stereotypes and how lots of people think that muslims are terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;So after that I said "I am a muslim, hence I shall fulfill my destiny in becoming a terrorist!"&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd do this freaky smile...&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'll type out what I wrote in English tomorrow or something coz Mr Greig took our writing books.&lt;br /&gt;So we had PD/H/PE first which was alright.. We don't do much in that class anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Science and we were watching a dvd.&lt;br /&gt;Which, may I add, was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess. We sat on the black courts and talked about stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Drama and wrote stuff, then in like, the last 5 minutes we played this bear game which was boring. What happens is someone has to be the bear and when they roar everybody else has to lie down on the floor and pretend to be dead, so Declan was the bear and.. Well it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had English. I sat next to Chris and Kaity with Miranda and Emma opposite me. We were practically writing the whole lesson and I shall write what I wrote.. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;If I remember that is..&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch which was.. alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had D.E.A.R and Casey threw a book at my head. =.="&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I feel like I'm getting dumber.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had maths and we were doing stuff about fractions.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my piano lesson and I have to compose a piece of music for this retarded kid.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the start of it so it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Well then me and mum went to the park and then we picked dad up from work then we went home and now I'm here and I've got a headache and I think I should take my jumper off unless I want to get heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasn't so hot! I wish it was cold like earlier on last week!&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to be 20 degrees ++ this week!&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to go to my guitar lesson and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So.. Don't have sex til you're.. emotionally unstable! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-108396016742547506?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/108396016742547506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/108396016742547506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying-pumpkins.html' title='Number 179'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-4174001986521555986</id><published>2009-03-08T15:14:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:12.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 178</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what lovebirds?&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already noticed.&lt;br /&gt;They are so boring and there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;It is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;And there aren't any good movies at the cinema.. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm thinking of getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes, fit.&lt;br /&gt;Well I need it if you haven't noticed, I am extremely unhealthy so..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try doing 30 minutes of exercise each day. :)&lt;br /&gt;So you guys can diss me all you want, I'm gonna be healthy while you're obese! :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I want another jigsaw puzzle. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-4174001986521555986?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4174001986521555986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/4174001986521555986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-sundays_08.html' title='Number 178'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119693591971499455.post-336392276291685643</id><published>2009-03-07T14:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:05.975+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 177</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished a jigsaw puzzle today and now my finger hurts.&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;I'm also BORED and feel like talking to some freak.&lt;br /&gt;And this is gay and you are gay.&lt;br /&gt;And shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm writing a new story, hopefully I'll get around to finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;And.. Dogs are gay. Deal with it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119693591971499455-336392276291685643?l=lawlipops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/336392276291685643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119693591971499455/posts/default/336392276291685643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lawlipops.blogspot.com/2009/03/swearing-is-not-cool-d.html' title='Number 177'/><author><name>- [Dara] - 我爱你</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12478609300425501565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ooyQjjcPJK4/SYl4TmB0ouI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vpNzIzN_lzQ/S220/P1060292_2.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
