<?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-8061025334981593894</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:33:03.431+11:00</updated><category term='noodle house'/><category term='fun'/><category term='bored'/><category term='typical teenager'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='a complaint-free world'/><category term='love'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='english homework'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Have Faith.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>393</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7883399436586595732</id><published>2011-12-28T00:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:57:09.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwtyfu15H41qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwtyfu15H41qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so glad i had this boy detox LOL will continue this post later... maybe... LOL hopefully by the end of the year D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7883399436586595732?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7883399436586595732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7883399436586595732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7883399436586595732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7883399436586595732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-glad-i-had-this-boy-detox-lol-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-3480052194792217962</id><published>2011-12-11T22:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:34:36.400+11:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom gets boring</title><content type='html'>oh would you look at that, blogspot has changed a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;usually one is open out of the three&lt;br /&gt;2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?&lt;br /&gt;HELL TO THE YES&lt;br /&gt;3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer tucked but i dont ever make my bed LOL&lt;br /&gt;4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;5: Do you like to use post-it notes?&lt;br /&gt;yes a lot LOL&lt;br /&gt;6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?&lt;br /&gt;... yes LOL&lt;br /&gt;7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?&lt;br /&gt;swarm of bees&lt;br /&gt;8: Do you have freckles?&lt;br /&gt;a little&lt;br /&gt;9: Do you always smile for pictures?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time yes :'D&lt;br /&gt;10: What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;complaining non-stop&lt;br /&gt;11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?&lt;br /&gt;hardly ever&lt;br /&gt;12: Have you ever peed in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;13: What about pooped in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;probably LOL&lt;br /&gt;14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?&lt;br /&gt;yes quite often&lt;br /&gt;15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?&lt;br /&gt;no, never&lt;br /&gt;16: How many people have you slept with this week?&lt;br /&gt;so many, lost count.... jokes&lt;br /&gt;17: What size is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;king single&lt;br /&gt;18: What is your Song of the week?&lt;br /&gt;what are words&lt;br /&gt;19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;20: Do you still watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;21: Whats your least favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate all movies D:&lt;br /&gt;22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?&lt;br /&gt;in my backyard (im not that creative)&lt;br /&gt;23: What do you drink with dinner?&lt;br /&gt;i dont drink during dinner, actually i rarely drink ever&lt;br /&gt;24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;br /&gt;human blood (or sweet and sour sauce... or tomato/bbq)&lt;br /&gt;25: What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;now youve got me thinking about chicken nuggets LOL&lt;br /&gt;26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?&lt;br /&gt;not many (if any)&lt;br /&gt;27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?&lt;br /&gt;depends on how much, which magazine, whether i liked my body&lt;br /&gt;30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?&lt;br /&gt;last night, but they will never get the letter :L&lt;br /&gt;31: Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;33: Ever ran out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;my mum has whilst i was in the car&lt;br /&gt;34: Favorite kind of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;with sausages inside! =9&lt;br /&gt;35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;36: What is your usual bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;fluctuates from 10pm-4am&lt;br /&gt;37: Are you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;never did&lt;br /&gt;39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;40: How many languages can you speak?&lt;br /&gt;2 fluently&lt;br /&gt;41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?&lt;br /&gt;what are lincoln logs? i'll just say legos LOL&lt;br /&gt;43: Are you stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt think so&lt;br /&gt;44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman?&lt;br /&gt;leno, hes got the chin LOL but theyre both so funny :(&lt;br /&gt;45: Ever watch soap operas?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;46: Are you afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;used to be, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;47: Do you sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;48: Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;49: Do you dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;50: Ever used a gun?&lt;br /&gt;nope but i will use one next year!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?&lt;br /&gt;errr.... does passport photos count? if so, late 2008&lt;br /&gt;52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?&lt;br /&gt;yes :D&lt;br /&gt;53: Is Christmas stressful?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;54: Ever eat a pierogi?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;55: Favorite type of fruit pie?&lt;br /&gt;apple&lt;br /&gt;56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;ballerina, teacher, scientist, doctor, accountant, policewoman&lt;br /&gt;57: Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm! :)&lt;br /&gt;59: Take a vitamin daily?&lt;br /&gt;only from the foods i eat!&lt;br /&gt;60: Wear slippers?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;61: Wear a bath robe?&lt;br /&gt;nope, never really understood bath robes :S&lt;br /&gt;62: What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;random shit LOL&lt;br /&gt;63: First concert?&lt;br /&gt;never been to one :( unless you call dance concerts something? LOL&lt;br /&gt;64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart is AWESOMMEEEEE!! but kmart since we're in Oz :(&lt;br /&gt;65: Nike or Adidas?&lt;br /&gt;nike&lt;br /&gt;66: Cheetos Or Fritos?&lt;br /&gt;.... cheetos? :S&lt;br /&gt;67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?&lt;br /&gt;PEANUTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?&lt;br /&gt;bien reminds me of rosa HAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;69: Ever take dance lessons?&lt;br /&gt;ballet, tap and jazz LOL never hip hop :(&lt;br /&gt;70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?&lt;br /&gt;same as me probably... but i have a feeling hes going to be an engineer :S&lt;br /&gt;71: Can you curl your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;72: Ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;no, i hate english :'(&lt;br /&gt;73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?&lt;br /&gt;yes LOL HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;74: Own any record albums?&lt;br /&gt;nope xD&lt;br /&gt;75: Own a record player?&lt;br /&gt;sort of :)&lt;br /&gt;76: Regularly burn incense?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;77: Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;78: Who would you like to see in concert?&lt;br /&gt;making april... i was obsessed with this band for a good 2 years... like utterly obsessed&lt;br /&gt;79: What was the last concert you saw?&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;80: Hot tea or cold tea?&lt;br /&gt;hot!&lt;br /&gt;81: Tea or coffee?&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?&lt;br /&gt;what are snickerdoodles? LOL so sugar!&lt;br /&gt;83: Can you swim well?&lt;br /&gt;well enough&lt;br /&gt;84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;85: Are you patient?&lt;br /&gt;apparently very much so&lt;br /&gt;86: DJ or band, at a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;having a band is classy! but restrictive so DJ&lt;br /&gt;87: Ever won a contest?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;88: Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;89: Which are better black or green olives?&lt;br /&gt;neither :'(&lt;br /&gt;90: Can you knit or crochet?&lt;br /&gt;yes and yes&lt;br /&gt;91: Best room for a fireplace?&lt;br /&gt;living room? LOL&lt;br /&gt;92: Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;93: If married, how long have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;still waiting! :)&lt;br /&gt;94: Who was your HS crush?&lt;br /&gt;so many LOL&lt;br /&gt;95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?&lt;br /&gt;probably not&lt;br /&gt;96: Do you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;i wish LOL&lt;br /&gt;97: Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;98: Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;99: Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;a few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-3480052194792217962?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/3480052194792217962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=3480052194792217962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3480052194792217962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3480052194792217962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/12/boredom-gets-boring.html' title='boredom gets boring'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4512211377649557011</id><published>2011-11-09T12:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:38:04.214+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"She always feels other people look down on her. They rarely do, but she constantly compares herself to others, drawing the conclusion time and time again everybody else is better, brighter, prettier, more successful, and therefore must look down on her. She dreads meeting new people because it makes her feel utterly insignificant. She dreads hanging out with friends, because she feels so boring next to them. Their lives are so full of excitement, full of crazy adventures, never a dull day. They have an amount of courage and bravery she will never attain. After every meeting, every unplanned encounter, she feels smaller, weaker, more insecure. She feels best when she is alone. When people tell her they like her, she thinks they are lying or pulling a practical joke. She believes they talk about her behind her back, that they hate hanging out with her, that they think she is not good enough, just like she thinks she is not good enough. That feeling of not being good enough always haunts her. There are days she believes that feeling will never go away. Those days she is convinced she will die without having lived, without being accepted, without being loved. The truth is she is already loved and accepted by most people she knows, but she can’t see that as long as she doesn’t feel that love and acceptance from herself first. Stranger, people don’t look down on you, you look down on yourself. Luckily, it is in your power to change the way you think about yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-4512211377649557011?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4512211377649557011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4512211377649557011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4512211377649557011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4512211377649557011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-always-feels-other-people-look-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7644526767453730919</id><published>2011-10-04T02:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:13:10.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MUCH HAPPINESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;just had one of the most amazing nights talking to a bunch of HAHS 2011 kids...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the best feeling in the world &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you guys so much, this is so amazing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7644526767453730919?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7644526767453730919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7644526767453730919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7644526767453730919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7644526767453730919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-much-happiness.html' title='SO MUCH HAPPINESS.'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4122794622732867026</id><published>2011-08-30T00:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:15:46.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon stage, where you at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You probably read this or you'll read this when its too late. We argue over stupid things. Like really really stupid. Its usually you make a small wrong step and I usually make it a big deal because I'm honest with how I feel about shit. Then things get worse while you put your defense up as do I and we end up just arguing to the point where I don't even know how it started x_x. I'm sorry I get angry at you a lot and I'm sorry I'm often sad ... I'm working on it. But i just hate how youre constantly disappointing me, bailing on me twice within 4 days... I feel like I'm sacrificing so much for you and that I'm always travelling the distance to spend time with you. I just want you to want to be with me enough to do the same. I know youre new to this whole dating scene... wtf am I even saying... we're not even dating x_x what are we? We'll probably be nothing soon (I don't mean that. Sorry.) I wish you'd take initative with something... I hate being the one always reaching out to hold your hand... it makes me feel silly and needy ... its a strange feeling. Sometimes I act mean and cold to make me feel like I don't need you either. Its stupid, its immature. I know that. It gives me a temporary satisfaction (sort of like prostitution HAHAHAHAHA WTF AMY)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You probably think I'm weird how I randomly let things go and tell you that youre cute and that I love you... yeh, that's the moment when I realise that the pain from fighting with you is worse than the pain that you gave me initially .... sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry for being stupid and making things a big deal all the freaking time... I'm not always like this &amp;gt;&amp;lt; I just get scared that you'll leave. Even though ironically, I push you away. I'm such a girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-4122794622732867026?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4122794622732867026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4122794622732867026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4122794622732867026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4122794622732867026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/08/honeymoon-stage-where-you-at.html' title='Honeymoon stage, where you at?'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7958315393049667234</id><published>2011-08-24T13:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:22:49.947+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stole from tumblr.... LOL IM SO BORED</title><content type='html'>Tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now?&lt;div&gt;hes really sweet :$ heheheeheheheheehehhehehiuwehfhguwenfhweuih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on your body is hurting or bothering you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bother me on a superficial, insecure level? many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last thought before going to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRIALS RESULTS D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad talking :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you’re not looking forward to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting trial results back tomorrow :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think your best friend is right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anybody in the last 5 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe yes on the cheek :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the first date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nahhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depends on if you know the person beforehand and stuff :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am actually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you would like to say to someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you :D HAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things you did today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to school to celebrate someone's birthday, got caked in the face by jenny and lisa LOL and i read through all my contracts (because im boss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather sleep at a friend’s or have them over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep at a friends LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite kind of gum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gum isnt really my thing... hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your wrists right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendship bracelet :D &amp;lt;3 lizzie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have strong feelings for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd have to ask him :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i imagine so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wasted your time on someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do the alphabet in sign language?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you felt today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel pretty happy :) lets see if it'll last the night HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You receive $60 without any reason, what do you spend it on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invveesssttttttt... i.e. id spend it on buy proportions of companies 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... WHATS WRONG WITH YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you’re really disappointed in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yehhh... sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have Starbucks or Jamba Juice right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jamba juice :D because i dont drink coffee :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never 'in love' but i dont like him now because shit happens :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:30ish, because i was youtubing heaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was on the train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;formal! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing jeans right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a patient person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usually yes, but sometimes i lose it as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shorts... school shorts LOL :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone could be cuddling you right now, who would you want it to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi leslie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love anyone who is not related to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, unless it causes shit to happen =X but i would want them to tell me sooner or later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do most of the time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not particularly... but yes at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked someone older than you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like someone whos older than me right now :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7958315393049667234?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7958315393049667234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7958315393049667234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7958315393049667234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7958315393049667234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/08/stole-from-tumblr-lol-im-so-bored.html' title='stole from tumblr.... LOL IM SO BORED'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6124362424673856779</id><published>2011-08-21T01:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:55:44.762+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a really bad girlfriend/lover/significant other/person to you and I'm sorry... I get swept up in my insecurities that I lose control and assume the worst of you. I hope you fall in love with me one day because I'm telling you now, it exists. I wish I could convince you or that you'd trust me enough to have faith in it. I want to trust you but I don't want to be that idiot like every other time who falls for the wrong guy who feeds you lies then cheats on you... I don't want that but I'm obliged to feel that most guys do it :( and I'm sorry that they continue to fuck things up, even after they're gone. But I am trying to trust you with everything I have but it's going to take a while... you make me so emotionally weak, it's strange. I don't like it. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So tired, can't keep my eyes open... sigh finish venting another time or never at all :L &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6124362424673856779?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6124362424673856779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6124362424673856779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6124362424673856779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6124362424673856779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-sorry.html' title='Im sorry.'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6274950255336391336</id><published>2011-08-15T01:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T01:42:06.532+10:00</updated><title type='text'>posting from my mobile because im too angry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Girls are full of insecurities because of dicks like you....&lt;br&gt;How could you do this to her you prick! And for what? A fun little night?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Well you're wrong, she's beyond amazing and that night is going to be your biggest mistake because I know she's going to be just fine without you :)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Reminds me of my own experiences.. . To this day I can't believe it happened twice... :(&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know how to describe the feeling but its makes me question why.. why am I that easy to cheat on? They turned me into a beast of pure jealousy :(&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;I get jealous so easily now because of my insecurities because how they made me feel. The feeling of... not being good enough? I dunno, its a feeling I can't really put to words but its such a dramatic change from being convinced that they like you to them making out with another girl... its honestly very unexpected and a slap to the face =/&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;You go into denial then you just get really angry and then you just break down and cry... its really weird :/ But you know what... I dunno I feel like I've grown a lot from the experiences :) LMFAO SO CHEESY I don't depend on anyone for happiness and now all I need is family friends and God hehehe BUT DONT GET ME WRONG LOL I like a boy and he does make me happy :) but I can still be happy regardless of whether he likes me or not ^^ and plus, hsc is my boyfriend anyway BWAHAHAHA jk, really to flunk :)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I could tell you why I get jealous from you talking to other girls, but I just don't know how to tell you how I'm scared that I'm insignificant in comparison... because I feel like the new kid in your life and I feel lost in it because I don't know where I fit in your life =3 you take care of me and I like that... I was so sick of being the one taking care of others, you make me feel like you genuinely care and its a nice feeling... not saying my friends don't care! Its just they take things from a logical point of view and try to solve my problems ... but you just make me happy and let me decrypt my life myself :) but I mean ... in my books, id only call someone at midnight if I liked them or if they were upset and ... stuff =3 LOL but doesn't matter anyway :) I'm just a sore loser who's scared to trust a guy ever again LOL :$ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss Lizzie :( she'd understand &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6274950255336391336?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6274950255336391336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6274950255336391336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>tha lyfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wanted to tell you, that im really scared about the HSC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate myself so much right now for wasting away my holiday so stupidly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should have studied more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;studied a little but it doesnt feel like its enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i guess it never feels like enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although particularly this time, i am disappointed in myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont even NEED to get that high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i know that if i dont study hard enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i get my ATAR, i'll regret it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like how i regret not studying for my school certificate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the worst part is, i know im scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im starting to get into stress mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means more PMS and breakdowns... fml x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even though i know that im stressed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still procastinating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still spend all my time thinking about how im not trying hard enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of actually trying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant help it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7536905545482563983?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7536905545482563983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7536905545482563983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7536905545482563983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7536905545482563983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/07/tha-lyfe.html' title='tha lyfe'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8409640016241058100</id><published>2011-06-02T16:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:25:09.239+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what is life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its somewhat scary knowing somethings going on in your body&lt;br /&gt;and you dont know whats happening or whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;or even if there is EVEN ANYTHING WRONG AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;i feel normal... i think&lt;br /&gt;im not sure =\&lt;br /&gt;its been like this for a while though?&lt;br /&gt;so i dont know what to feel to be normal&lt;br /&gt;but i think i feel normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the medications making me hormonal (i.e. lots of pms HAHAHAHA far out)&lt;br /&gt;but thats what happens when shit goes down&lt;br /&gt;actually... it will make me constipated apparently :) (sorry LOL)&lt;br /&gt;so sorry if ive really edgy for the next few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;but the doctor said it will be easier for me to control it after my body gets used to it&lt;br /&gt;BUT TILL THEN, i have an excuse =X&lt;br /&gt;so now i have to eat 93204729387 vegetables and 2343214kg of red meat xD&lt;br /&gt;but i like chicken more... how sucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im extremely paranoid...&lt;br /&gt;i researched last night all the potentials it could be...&lt;br /&gt;yeh im pretty freaked&lt;br /&gt;but i should know that it is probably none of those, just simply anemia&lt;br /&gt;which isnt THAT bad... it can be overcome&lt;br /&gt;if i just eat the right things and take what i should be taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for my teachers and friends though =\&lt;br /&gt;for the past few months i lack concentration&lt;br /&gt;and im finding it hard to listen to people...&lt;br /&gt;NOT BECAUSE IM STUBBORN D=&lt;br /&gt;but because like... my head feels like its up in the clouds :S&lt;br /&gt;i just smile and nod most of the time... HAHAH SORRY =X&lt;br /&gt;im sure it'll be better now! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im not going to tell you whats up...&lt;br /&gt;if youre ultra close to me, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;(DONT BE OFFENDED IF YOU DONT THOUGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i had this major religion re-evaluation...&lt;br /&gt;i still believe He is up there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;but i sort of started... questioning why this is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;and then i started think about what a crappy person ive been&lt;br /&gt;all my faults in life...&lt;br /&gt;but im just trying to convince myself that it has nothing to do with faith&lt;br /&gt;or anything, but rather so dependent solely on chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if it is what it is, it will be&lt;br /&gt;i cant change what i have&lt;br /&gt;i can only change my attitude&lt;br /&gt;so be it, ill be completely back to my normal self within a matter of days&lt;br /&gt;i promise :)&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/8061025334981593894-8409640016241058100?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8409640016241058100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8409640016241058100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8409640016241058100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8409640016241058100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-life.html' title='what is life?'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6896982694214153091</id><published>2011-04-11T22:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:28:29.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>because haters gonna hate. and i am a hater ;P</title><content type='html'>things i hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- people who think theyve got their life planned out and ready to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you idiot, life doesnt go to plan... =="&lt;br /&gt;so stop planning and just.. live your life?&lt;br /&gt;A CLAP FOR YOU HOORAY #sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;you are so deluded that you think that everyones going to give you everything you want,&lt;br /&gt;everything that you 'deserve'&lt;br /&gt;well look buddyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;you havent done anything...&lt;br /&gt;you basically have no achievements&lt;br /&gt;nor have you tried...&lt;br /&gt;no offense... jk lots and lots of offense ;P&lt;br /&gt;you curse at society and it annoys the shit at me&lt;br /&gt;OH IM SORRY, IS YOUR COMMUNITY SUCH A BURDEN?&lt;br /&gt;do you hate your mum and dad for no reason...?&lt;br /&gt;grow the hell up, seriously =\&lt;br /&gt;love them because they gave you life&lt;br /&gt;because they work hard to feed you, to shelter you x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- people who are money driven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up... =\&lt;br /&gt;youre going to be sorry when you drown in your money&lt;br /&gt;or paper cut by your 100$ bills&lt;br /&gt;(or rather plastic cuts since we're in australia.. JUST SAYING HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;okay no seriously now ;P&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people who are money driven because they become soooo blinded?&lt;br /&gt;like i dunno, they tend to talk about money non-stop&lt;br /&gt;talking about their plans to finish uni, get a job, get rich or some shit like that...&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE ITS JUST ME WHO WANTS SOMETHING MORE THAN THAT =\&lt;br /&gt;i dont really want to be rich =\ i just want to be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;where i dont need to worry about mortage or paying for food&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind a bit of money debt after a holiday with the family&lt;br /&gt;or only a few hundred spare in the bank..&lt;br /&gt;because at the end of the day, money is there to be spent&lt;br /&gt;not just to look pretty in your bank account?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno thats just my opinion =\&lt;br /&gt;so thats why i dont like obsessive over money people,&lt;br /&gt;because theyre lame and dont appreciate the beauty of life&lt;br /&gt;(so cheesy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- people with big egos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL oh my dear godddd! :LLLL&lt;br /&gt;y u so crappy!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA enough said =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6896982694214153091?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6896982694214153091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6896982694214153091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6896982694214153091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6896982694214153091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-haters-gonna-hate-and-i-am.html' title='because haters gonna hate. and i am a hater ;P'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-3826494115753598369</id><published>2011-04-11T21:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:23:43.095+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stole it off tumbllrrrr ;P</title><content type='html'>1. Had a beer.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Touched a real gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Wrote on a bathroom stall.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Read a George Orwell book.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Got into a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Used Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    10. Listened to Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    11. Been in a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   12. Gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;   13. Gotten expelled.&lt;br /&gt;   14. Got a computer virus.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Had a hand-written diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Been allergic to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Had a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    18. Had a cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   19. Been pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;   22. Camped out.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Swam in the Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   24. Wore a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Meet someone online in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    26. Made a survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   27. Used ICQ.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Failed a class for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   29. Repeated a grade.&lt;br /&gt;   30. Went to summer school.&lt;br /&gt;   31. Got the high honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;   32. Got the regular honor roll (A’s and B’s).&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Learned to speak another language fluently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    34. Read an entire book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   35. Recorded my own music.&lt;br /&gt;   36. Had an xBox.&lt;br /&gt;   37. Listened to Rammstein.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Wore fishnets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    39. Bought skinny jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    40. Been in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    41. Hated someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    42. Been cheated on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   43. Cheated on someone.&lt;br /&gt;   45. Did something sexual with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Practiced Christianity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    47. Worn makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   48. Had a cavity.&lt;br /&gt;   49. Had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;   50. Had my license.&lt;br /&gt;   51. Been to college.&lt;br /&gt;   52. Graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;   53. Attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;   54. Worn colored contacts.&lt;br /&gt;   55. Painted my nails black.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Broken someone’s heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   57. Had my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Cried for an hour straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    59. Lost something very valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   61. Got separated from my parents as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    63. Gotten stung by a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    64. Eaten something bad/expired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   65. Threw up from being so drunk.&lt;br /&gt;   66. Had to put a pet to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;   67. Participated in a swinger’s party.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Owned an iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   69. Owned an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Fell for a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    71. Stole a friend’s significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    73. Went away from home for more than a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   74. Moved out.&lt;br /&gt;   75. Ran away.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. annoyed my brother/sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   77. Gotten into a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;   78. Been to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Had food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Had a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   81. Been fired&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Lied to a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Lied to a family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Lied to a significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    85. Posted a video on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    86. Started a rumor about someone.&lt;/span&gt; (probably :S)&lt;br /&gt;87. Deliberately failed a test.&lt;br /&gt;   88. Dropped out of school.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Fallen down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   90. Been skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;   91. Counted to a million.&lt;br /&gt;   92. Counted to a thousand.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Ate deer meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    94. Ate duck meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    95. Had fast food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    96. Been to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   97. Been to a synagogue.&lt;br /&gt;   98. Been married.&lt;br /&gt;   99. Had a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Broken a window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... its been a while since ive done one of these LOLOL my life is so boring :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-3826494115753598369?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/3826494115753598369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=3826494115753598369&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3826494115753598369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3826494115753598369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/04/stole-it-off-tumbllrrrr-p.html' title='stole it off tumbllrrrr ;P'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8635232852259079550</id><published>2011-03-21T20:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:49:28.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY GUYS LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so its half-yearlies this week...&lt;br /&gt;im pretty screwed, or at least i feel incompetent?&lt;br /&gt;and the ONLY exam i felt like i did well in was english...&lt;br /&gt;OH THE FREAKING IRONY :'((&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ive gotten the worst rankings ive ever gotten in all the other subjects though&lt;br /&gt;(woohoo LOL)&lt;br /&gt;but its not so bad i guess, not compared to 'average' or whatevers =3&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully, i'll do a lot lot lot better this time but i really doubt it&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even think i deserve it! &gt;&lt; because i dont do much studying&lt;br /&gt;i do my homework and thats it - but hopefully my dedication in class is enough! :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in reference to my last post&lt;br /&gt;i never replied to that email &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I KNOW!! but ive been procastinating it so badly&lt;br /&gt;because i dont know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;or at least nothing i want to say to him directly! D:&lt;br /&gt;i have this bad habit of running away from arguments/fights...&lt;br /&gt;and its terrible, i should just get it over and done with&lt;br /&gt;but this wont even turn into an argument im sure! LOL&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT... it will be mega awkward and just another indicator&lt;br /&gt;of how we lost it...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to you:&lt;br /&gt;im glad that we've gotten over the whole situation thingo :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really... miss you&lt;br /&gt;not in the omgosh come here, lets have babies way&lt;br /&gt;just in a... hey how've you been way? :(&lt;br /&gt;sure we still talk and i know youre enjoying your course and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but i miss seeing you everdayyy x_x&lt;br /&gt;i hate that you talk about all these chicks in your course who are smart enough to do med&lt;br /&gt;BUT ALSO HOT! wtf! (U) HAHAH :((((&lt;br /&gt;scared of going to uni now! going to be this little ugly girl in the shadows! NUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;but its a weird feeling you know, im glad that youre over me (i guess)&lt;br /&gt;i hope i go to unsw, just so we can be friends again ^^"&lt;br /&gt;but i am really happy for you&lt;br /&gt;i always had faith that you'd make it, even when you were so confident you wouldnt! ^^&lt;br /&gt;i know we'll catch up soon (i.e. after half-yearlies)&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/8061025334981593894-8635232852259079550?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8635232852259079550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8635232852259079550&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8635232852259079550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8635232852259079550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-guys-lol.html' title='HEY GUYS LOL'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-199649551636649873</id><published>2011-01-06T21:08:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:29:38.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost friend who may have come back, or maybe hes just polite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so... yesterday i was online at around 10.30ish&lt;br /&gt;and you know when you get an email, the msn pop-up thingo?&lt;br /&gt;yeh... well i got an email from an old friend&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was one of those stupid virus emails&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know.. there was this little voice inside of me saying it wasnt&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt wanna open it because i was scared of the disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;EVENTUALLY... okay like half an hour later&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally opened it because i was going through my unread messages&lt;br /&gt;and well... it was a decent email&lt;br /&gt;one of those DIRECT EMAILS&lt;br /&gt;yeh dont get many of those anymore... =\&lt;br /&gt;apart from my group's outing xD&lt;br /&gt;and well it felt soooo nice? (nice is a major understatement)&lt;br /&gt;finally that two long years of not talking was finally broken&lt;br /&gt;that maybe shits going to change?&lt;br /&gt;weirdly enough i went into my chat logs a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;to try and find a conversation of us in order to sorta... let go =\&lt;br /&gt;sorta the 'hey, we had an awesome friendship and well things change because thats just life'&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt even find one single conversation with you...&lt;br /&gt;because all our conversations are on my old laptop which i had so long ago :(&lt;br /&gt;but that email was sorta a wake up call for me too&lt;br /&gt;reminded me how much i loved being companions with you...&lt;br /&gt;made me realise that no matter how hard i try to forget you, i wont&lt;br /&gt;because you were actually a huge part in my life&lt;br /&gt;the way you made me laugh when everyone else couldnt take away the tears&lt;br /&gt;the way you shared your secrets when i shared mine with you&lt;br /&gt;there are secrets that no one else in the world knows but you&lt;br /&gt;althought theyre not the biggest secrets, they still meant something to me&lt;br /&gt;i miss our conversations at 3am and our in-jokes&lt;br /&gt;i miss your obsessions with dr who and flight of the conchords LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;you pretty much knew everything about me to be honest&lt;br /&gt;but i know that both of us have changed&lt;br /&gt;and it sorta sucks because now im not sure if we really know each other anymore&lt;br /&gt;what if we turn out ot be like strangers making conversation out of politeness?&lt;br /&gt;or if we dont 'click' anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i should try so hard to regain friendship for pitiful small talk&lt;br /&gt;(but i know if i dont try, id regret it later)&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes down to it,&lt;br /&gt;at the time, you put everyone, all those new girls in your life, before me&lt;br /&gt;and it hurt like fuck... like it really did&lt;br /&gt;it hurt more because i tried hard to stay friends with you&lt;br /&gt;soooo hard... i told you how you felt and you sorta agreed but sorta brushed it off&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, you didnt do anything about it when i had so much faith in you&lt;br /&gt;it took you two years to speak out and i waited&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know what im meant to say to you now...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i should tell you how many sleepless nights you gave me&lt;br /&gt;or how much you hurt me, how abandoned you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;how you made me feel like i wasnt worth it&lt;br /&gt;how i wasnt enough for you to stick around longer...&lt;br /&gt;im going to be honest, you really fucked me over :(&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, it wasnt just you and i shouldnt be putting so much on you&lt;br /&gt;considering you took the time to write me an email x_x&lt;br /&gt;but it was mostly just you two... the original two who were my best friends for so long&lt;br /&gt;the two that just walked out of my life when everything was already falling apart for me&lt;br /&gt;and you guys knew that! you KNEW. but you still left?&lt;br /&gt;someone told me months later something something you know who your best friends are when you life falls apart and everyone walks out...&lt;br /&gt;well, what if your life falls apart BECAUSE your best friends walked out?&lt;br /&gt;now that, is the worst feeling i have ever felt&lt;br /&gt;worse than all that heartbreak bullshit =\&lt;br /&gt;BUUUTTTT&lt;br /&gt;it really isnt all bad...&lt;br /&gt;you still remembered that to me, an email goes a lot way&lt;br /&gt;after two years, you remembered the smallest thing about what i liked&lt;br /&gt;and it gives me so much hope that maybe we could make this work again?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but if i told you all of that shit&lt;br /&gt;you'd probably walk out again&lt;br /&gt;and im scared of that happening again...&lt;br /&gt;so what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;its pretty inpolite to not reply to an email, so ill reply&lt;br /&gt;and pretend like i didnt miss him one bit?&lt;br /&gt;LOL chyeahhh sounds about right maties (Y)&lt;br /&gt;you were a pretty cool friend you know and i treat you so much better than any of your friends now... and its annoying that you dont see that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to the one who i met on the 18th of May, 2007... hmmm D:&lt;br /&gt;i still miss you everyday and i know that we'll only ever talk again if we cross paths&lt;br /&gt;i actually... fought harder for you since i knew you for a bit longer&lt;br /&gt;but you pretty much told me&lt;br /&gt;not that our 'friendship' is over&lt;br /&gt;but that we shouldnt well... force a conversation?&lt;br /&gt;seems logical from someone who isnt as possessive to friends as me...&lt;br /&gt;but once again, it hurt =\&lt;br /&gt;-insert paragraph of feeling worthless to you and that our friendship wasnt worth fighting for-&lt;br /&gt;youve changed a lot, but i still see the old you from time to time&lt;br /&gt;and it gives me comfort, yet distress that i let you let me go x_x&lt;br /&gt;but it wouldnt kill you to start a conversation&lt;br /&gt;and try to sustain it for the night or even half an hour...?&lt;br /&gt;it would probably make my night&lt;br /&gt;i know its hypocritical because i dont start conversations either&lt;br /&gt;but i do it because im scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;and how different it would feel from how it was before&lt;br /&gt;when life was so awesome with you... =\&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IN CONCLUSION LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys a lot&lt;br /&gt;and i really do want both of you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i got so outta hand with getting to know your friends&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i forgot about you&lt;br /&gt;but really deep down, you guys were always the two i cared about the most...&lt;br /&gt;i am quite disappointed that you dont talk to me as often as some of them&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, life does that&lt;br /&gt;life tears apart friendships&lt;br /&gt;but alas, im glad you two are still really good friends :)&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/8061025334981593894-199649551636649873?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/199649551636649873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=199649551636649873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/199649551636649873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/199649551636649873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2011/01/lost-friend-who-may-have-come-back-or.html' title='the lost friend who may have come back, or maybe hes just polite'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5023038993196600689</id><published>2010-12-28T11:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:42:07.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ill be your clingy bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ironically, im not giving a shit about anything but you =\&lt;br /&gt;(its honestly affecting my studies D:  )&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i know what you mean&lt;br /&gt;but what about the time before that&lt;br /&gt;when it was him, the same other girl (lets call her x)&lt;br /&gt;but with another girl (she is y LOL)&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if youre following or not.. LOL PROBABLY NOT :'D&lt;br /&gt;but yeh, he gave up y for x...&lt;br /&gt;and i think that is more applicable to me and you right now...&lt;br /&gt;lets face it, him and x were an amazing couple =\&lt;br /&gt;and he doesnt regret it...&lt;br /&gt;y sooner or later got over it and she is happy&lt;br /&gt;now obviously our situations arent identical&lt;br /&gt;but i just wish you realised how much harder im trying&lt;br /&gt;than they did =\&lt;br /&gt;how much i try to keep you happy instead of abandoning you&lt;br /&gt;i chose not to date him for you and im still fighting for us&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from my point of view;&lt;br /&gt;youre the one not caring about me&lt;br /&gt;and im weird for always running back to you, trying to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;if this was anyone else but you&lt;br /&gt;im pretty damn sure i would have left already&lt;br /&gt;ive talked to people about this&lt;br /&gt;not out of bitterness, purely out of "what the fuck do i do"&lt;br /&gt;they say for me to leave because youre making me upset,angry and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;and that no one should be worth all this pain; that i should do whatever makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel such emotions where i would normally explode&lt;br /&gt;ive held myself back from yelling at you so many times...&lt;br /&gt;all these emotions are building up and sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;i know im going to end up being angry at someone who ISNT you&lt;br /&gt;because i just... cant scream at you. for some messed up reason...&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so freaking much.&lt;br /&gt;im not going to say i miss the old you, or the happy you&lt;br /&gt;because honestly i miss more than that...&lt;br /&gt;i miss being there for you&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing you smile after you cry&lt;br /&gt;i miss hugging you&lt;br /&gt;i miss us laughing at absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;i miss the inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;i miss being absolutely disgusting with you&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing everything with you&lt;br /&gt;i.just.miss.all.of.you.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;please understand im trying to make the right decision&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that ive decided is that im not going to let us go =\&lt;br /&gt;i know a real friend when i see one, and i know ill regret it if i leave&lt;br /&gt;i sound like such a clingy bitch x_x&lt;br /&gt;but i only am for you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that im right and that you are in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;im just saying that i am trying so fcking hard for you&lt;br /&gt;yet youre still not recognising my efforts&lt;br /&gt;and well, it sucks&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im glad that you have him to talk to and that you guys worry about each other, its sorta cute :P... but i wasnt talking about him, im not sure if you actually talk to him still... but yeh the guy who hurt me, so i walked away and now he doesnt want to talk to me anymore.. yeh that one =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7625575873361498583</id><published>2010-12-26T16:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:20:30.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soo.. to start things off... ^^&lt;br /&gt;i do care&lt;br /&gt;and like you said; even if i do&lt;br /&gt;nothing changes...&lt;br /&gt;but even so, for the record&lt;br /&gt;i care a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i think about you a lot&lt;br /&gt;i think about how i could have changed things if i was smarter&lt;br /&gt;how i could have prevented all this shit&lt;br /&gt;and how i could make all of this go away...&lt;br /&gt;but obviously if i had found an answer, we wouldnt still be like this&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hopeless because i cant make you happy, i cant take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;and that a huge part of your unhappiness is me...&lt;br /&gt;trust me when i say i tried to make you happy again&lt;br /&gt;i tried a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;i gave you space but then you thought i was ignoring you and choosing his side&lt;br /&gt;then i gave you closure but then you'd continuously put me down...&lt;br /&gt;so now im giving you space again because you seem happier without me in my life&lt;br /&gt;as much as it hurts, im glad that youre happy at least...&lt;br /&gt;you probably dont know, but i am actually continuously checking up on how you are :(&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much stalk you everday to be honest =\&lt;br /&gt;yes, im that freaky D:&lt;br /&gt;but i do it because i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;i still want to be there for you &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i could have helped it and at the end of the day, i know youre right... but youve been through it too it felt right at the time and you followed whatever made you happy and for you,it was that guy... its sort of the same here maybe one day, i will learn from this but... no one really knows =\ how i felt is in no way personal, it just happened . ive noticed lately that you've been close with one of my... old close friends and i really dont want you to talk to him about any of this shit =\ because its going to hurt both me and him if you do &gt;&lt; anyways ="\" again ="\"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKK i wrote this really really long post and when i published it, it deleted a whole chunk.... by a whole chuck, i mean most of what i said&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/8061025334981593894-7625575873361498583?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7834599465389692961</id><published>2010-12-09T21:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:02:20.854+11:00</updated><title type='text'>we are our own worst enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont really know whats going on lately,&lt;br /&gt;whats happening - what im going to do&lt;br /&gt;i thought that once assessments are over&lt;br /&gt;id be fine... stress-free!&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know, its sort of intensified&lt;br /&gt;getting the actual papers back today,&lt;br /&gt;was sort of a huge slap to the face&lt;br /&gt;maths, i thought i did best in by far...&lt;br /&gt;so what is that going to say about my other results?&lt;br /&gt;im going to be so fucking screwed...&lt;br /&gt;so i kept on arguing for marks with my teacher&lt;br /&gt;he said that i was wrong... but i am so fucking sure that i was right&lt;br /&gt;so i kept pushing&lt;br /&gt;so much that i began to cry because i wanted it so much&lt;br /&gt;one lousy mark, i cried for.. i knew i was right&lt;br /&gt;cried out of frustration, cried out of my own pity&lt;br /&gt;sure, its just first task&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps telling me&lt;br /&gt;i can turn things around&lt;br /&gt;i know that, but it doesnt make anything better right now&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any hope in getting any better&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like an emotional wreck and plainly, just want to give up...&lt;br /&gt;give up on school work&lt;br /&gt;give up on making people happy&lt;br /&gt;give up mending friendships&lt;br /&gt;give up on trying to find a reason to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really am trying to become friends with you again&lt;br /&gt;but you're pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;youre bitching about me&lt;br /&gt;all the fucking time&lt;br /&gt;and i want to run away&lt;br /&gt;but you never let me&lt;br /&gt;you ust talk to me again to blame it all on me again&lt;br /&gt;thanks. thanks a lot&lt;br /&gt;if you knew i had self-esteem issues,&lt;br /&gt;you woulnt have said a word&lt;br /&gt;but no, who gives&lt;br /&gt;its just me&lt;br /&gt;im tough... yeh whatever&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like im good enough to be around you&lt;br /&gt;i feel like you deserve so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;dotn even know why i feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is what happens when people cheat and lie&lt;br /&gt;you convince yourself that youre not good enough to be loved&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really do absolutely amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt doubt that... ever&lt;br /&gt;today they showed me how much the care about me&lt;br /&gt;and im sitting here thinking about how beautiful they are&lt;br /&gt;CORNY, YES I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;but it has to be said&lt;br /&gt;they know who they are &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you make me want to love myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because you make me so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and you appreciate me and cherish the time with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you take the time to make sure im happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to make sure that im okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and you worry, so damn much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that i find it incredibly cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the way you get jealous is cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i want to wrap my arms around you and just tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that youre perfect the way you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and i dont ever want you to change.&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/8061025334981593894-7834599465389692961?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7834599465389692961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7834599465389692961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7834599465389692961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/TPdfznEMMCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aWAh3DkR51s/s1600/yayyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/TPdfznEMMCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aWAh3DkR51s/s400/yayyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546006806394581026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this picture, you made the happiest girl in the world. i dont really know what i mean to you now, but i really loved being in your company. i didnt tell you this, but you made me overcome the fear of talking on the phone... but i can feel the fear creeping back onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i feel like i cant talk about anything on my blogspot because i know you'll read this and get hurt...but a part of me doesnt care about you anymore, because you cease to care about me. and the truth, i have found happiness in what makes you unhappy. sorry but i cant help the way i feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5212227986051195607?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5212227986051195607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5212227986051195607&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5212227986051195607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5212227986051195607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/12/dynamite-with-laser-beam.html' title='dynamite with a laser beam'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/TPdfznEMMCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aWAh3DkR51s/s72-c/yayyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5468925675716040964</id><published>2010-11-02T21:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:07:40.297+11:00</updated><title type='text'>because im an angsty teenager</title><content type='html'>PersonOne.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PersonTwo.&lt;br /&gt;argh, i just simply hate the way you treat me... im not fucking dumb =="&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you answer the questions i direct to the teacher, why butt in? why answer with that fucking tone of yours which puts me down? you think youre so much better than me in every single aspect... I DONT EVEN CARE. ARGH. stop trying to compete with me... i just cannot get over the fact that you asked someone whether they thought you were pretty... and you intimated the fuck out of them until you got an answer. why do you care so much? i find you extremely desperate that it sickens me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PersonThree.&lt;br /&gt;over the next 10 days or so, my heart is going to crave you... just saying :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PersonFour.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like im only close to you now because the rest of them... they just do something where it just ticks me off that little bit... and by the end of the day youre the only one i want to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PersonFive.&lt;br /&gt;you always flirt with the guys im friends with... id be talking to them and you barge into them and start fiddling with their hair and ill be standing there going "wtf" in my mind.. its so frustrating since i barely have time to talk to people as it is... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PersonSix.&lt;br /&gt;i do miss talking to you, i miss talking to you about everything... i miss telling you the little things that frustrate me in my day and the way you prevented blog posts like this from happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PersonSeven.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way you look at me and smile... i just like the way you make me happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5468925675716040964?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5468925675716040964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5468925675716040964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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]Sleep in class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Talked in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Not siting at your own place in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Scolded by a teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Litter the classroom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Did not do your homework at least 15 times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Submitted your homework late at least 10 times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Came late for school at least 10 times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought/wore home clothes without school's permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]brought/wore jewellery to school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]did not pay attention in class for at least 60% of the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cried out "sian" or "wa lao wei" to the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]plucked a flower/ killed a plant in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]copied other people's homework in desperation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]played a trick on your classmates/teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]sent for detention class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]ate in class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]not wearing your school uniform (if you have) properly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]shouted at the top of your voice during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]shouting vulgarities in class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]sported hairstyle deemed unacceptable by the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]used a school facility without school's permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]played soccer/basketball or any other sports in classroom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]singing loudly during lesson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]walking around the class aimlessly during lesson time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]did not greet the teacher properly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]went to the toilet during lesson time without permission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]played a trick on the teacher during april fools &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]used the teacher's table as a rubbish dump &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]made yourself a nuisance to the teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]was asked to stay back after school/ break time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]made a fool out of morning assembly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]wasted the school's toilet paper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]sabotaged someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]irritated someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]forged your parent's signature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]forged a classmate's signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]forged a teacher's signature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]made rude remarks to the school cleaners in front of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]flew a paper aeroplane down from the school's highest storey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] fiddling with your mobile phone during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]played with your PSP/NSDL in school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]using school computer to play games without a teacher's permission  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]listened to an MP3 player in school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] messed with the teacher's pigeon hole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]vandalising with school property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]tried to defame your school in public &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]used the internet to scold/bitch/talk about teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]fought with someone in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]shoplifted in school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]cheated in a class test &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cheated in a school examination &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cheated for your PSLE/ GCE 'O' or 'A' Level Examination &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Lied to your teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]played truancy for hall assemblies/ specific lessons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Total so far: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]took drugs in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]smoked in school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]set fire to something in the school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]locked the teacher out of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]played truancy just after coming to school just to take attendance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]refused to pay school fees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cheated the school money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]stole things which belonged to the school  - ACCIDENT I SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]bullied/teased/played a prank on/bitched about someone in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]prank called your school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against a student leader &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against a teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against your discipline master/mistress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]raised your voice/shouted against your vice-principal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]raised your voice/shouted against your principal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought weapons to the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought real firearms to the school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]brought a real bomb to the school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]fired a real weapon in the school with the motive to frighten/kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]dressed up as a terrorist to school (israq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 0-15 -------------{I am a good student}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 16-20------------{I am a good student but with occasional trouble} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 21-30------------{I am an average student} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 31-40------------{I am a bad student} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 41-50------------{I am a very bad student} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 51-60------------{I should have been caned by the discipline master} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 61-65------------{I should have been expelled from school}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 66-75------------{I should have been sent to a reformatory centre}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6293559063791270750?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6293559063791270750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6293559063791270750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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supposed to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i was on your tumblr, and i realised how much i miss you&lt;br /&gt;how i NEED you to be by my side...&lt;br /&gt;how sometimes, i just sit here... feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;i know you do care about me, and that youre hurting too&lt;br /&gt;but theres nothing i can say to make it all better&lt;br /&gt;things changed, i think we both realise that&lt;br /&gt;but i still be missing you&lt;br /&gt;youre the main reason why i appear offline more often now a days,&lt;br /&gt;because i know you no longer start the conversations,&lt;br /&gt;you no longer have the time, not even for me...&lt;br /&gt;and i think, that maybe youre not talking to me because im not online,&lt;br /&gt;not because of the fact that shit happens&lt;br /&gt;im at the point where im considering to just... let you completely drift out of my life&lt;br /&gt;maybe it wont hurt as much?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll meet someone, and fall in love&lt;br /&gt;and she'd be everything i never quite was...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;btw HE asked for me back, and i want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;but im scared it will hurt you&lt;br /&gt;it feels like im keeping a secret from you... lying to you...&lt;br /&gt;HE was the one who made me never want to trust a guy again&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i never gave us a second glance&lt;br /&gt;im not going to take him back...&lt;br /&gt;because you taught me what a great guy is&lt;br /&gt;and i thank you, for everything...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to burden you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in case you were wondering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the thing that you thought messed us up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wasnt really the thing that ruined us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it was ... her. sorry&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/8061025334981593894-2465576769077301315?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2465576769077301315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2465576769077301315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2465576769077301315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2465576769077301315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-show-you-way-loves-supposed-to-be.html' title='(8) Show you the way love’s supposed to be'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-1815700232761779109</id><published>2010-10-17T15:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:32:56.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>not what i need, yet absolutely everything</title><content type='html'>have you ever met someone where you can talk to hours on end and no have to repeat a single conversation? how you just... connect? theres no explanation for it, it just feels like... things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats what it feels like for me, between us. it feels like youre just meant to be in my life and its so hard to explain. GAH~!QEFEWDRYWRHE &lt;-- okay thats weird, it spells out "few" and "dry" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make time for me even when youre busy&lt;br /&gt;you help me when i have trouble with school work etc&lt;br /&gt;you give me space when i need it and closure when i wanted you there.&lt;br /&gt;you listen to me rant when im having a terrible day&lt;br /&gt;you are willing to spend money on me, but you let me not let you&lt;br /&gt;you are trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, you make me smile, laugh and a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think... i think youre going to be the person who helps me survive this long year ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-1815700232761779109?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/1815700232761779109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=1815700232761779109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1815700232761779109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1815700232761779109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-what-i-need-yet-absolutely.html' title='not what i need, yet absolutely everything'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8414586657031292912</id><published>2010-10-12T22:26:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:51:22.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>everything to do with studies. everything to do with hating english. &lt;- anaphora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theres so many things i want to say...&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find the words right now =\&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay well the reason why i havent been blogging lately&lt;br /&gt;is because:&lt;br /&gt;1. things are okay.. therefore no need to blog/rant it all out xD&lt;br /&gt;2. whenever i do feel like blogging, i plan out what im going to rant about&lt;br /&gt;and by the time im done "planning" my rant is over... so i dont blog it... :P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but yeh...&lt;br /&gt;well then yearlies... ahem yes&lt;br /&gt;i tried my absolute hardest in english and basically ignored the others&lt;br /&gt;okay i tried a little in ag... BUT STILL&lt;br /&gt;so i got almost all my exam marks back&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if im overall happy or upset...&lt;br /&gt;okay well, i didnt try hard for chem/physics/maths&lt;br /&gt;but guess what, i did best in them... =\&lt;br /&gt;i did crappy in eco, but im dropping anyways&lt;br /&gt;so it really doesnt affect me&lt;br /&gt;ag... disappointed, not a bad score... but i sort of lost my &gt;90 score&lt;br /&gt;(oh boohoo you must be thinking)&lt;br /&gt;well yes, ag is meant to be "my thing" so i wanted to do well in it&lt;br /&gt;and english, oh glorious fucking english&lt;br /&gt;(excuse my poor language) &lt;-- LOL jk, thats what my english teachers tell me =="&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeh ... lets say.. under 50%...&lt;br /&gt;.. under 40 %...&lt;br /&gt;yeh lets just leave it at that.. before i get upset again :(&lt;br /&gt;i would accept it if i didnt try hard, or if i didnt ask for help&lt;br /&gt;or if i just generally didnt care at all&lt;br /&gt;but i did care,&lt;br /&gt;i cared enough to make notes&lt;br /&gt;i cared enough to ask for advice&lt;br /&gt;i cared enough to hand in practise essays&lt;br /&gt;i cared enough to be so distorted by my results&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, thats life...&lt;br /&gt;i think its telling me to drop to standard...&lt;br /&gt;speaking of standard;&lt;br /&gt;my parents and teachers said i should drop&lt;br /&gt;it SUCKS that even the people who are meant to be supporting me,&lt;br /&gt;have lost faith in me&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i can do this damned course, i believe it or not...&lt;br /&gt;i get everything in the course, i just... cant write it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im dropping eco..&lt;br /&gt;i was planning on doing a business subject at uni&lt;br /&gt;there goes my only social science subject! durp.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tried hardest in;&lt;br /&gt;1. english&lt;br /&gt;2. ag&lt;br /&gt;3. maths&lt;br /&gt;4. chemistry&lt;br /&gt;5. physics&lt;br /&gt;6. eco&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Did best in:&lt;br /&gt;1. physics 84%&lt;br /&gt;2. maths 83%&lt;br /&gt;3. chemistry 71%&lt;br /&gt;4. ag 85%&lt;br /&gt;5. eco &gt;70% so far&lt;br /&gt;6. english 37% durp.&lt;br /&gt;english is a bloody preposterous subject.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and so, i read over my english essay.. over and over&lt;br /&gt;and sure, there is things i could improve on..&lt;br /&gt;but really? 37%?&lt;br /&gt;why did i even bother writing the essay to begin with? SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, because now im really dedicated... really really. I SWEAR =(&lt;br /&gt;and my friends are supporting me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;all i want, is at least a low band 5... ILL BE OVER THE MOON WITH THAT...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, university..&lt;br /&gt;well i think ill have enough to get into the course i want&lt;br /&gt;or at least, the course i think i want&lt;br /&gt;its 96.00 at the moment&lt;br /&gt;get up to 5 bonus points&lt;br /&gt;which im sure ill get anyways...&lt;br /&gt;so thats really just 91 ATAR&lt;br /&gt;which really, is just maintaining within the top 80% of students at school&lt;br /&gt;doesnt sound too hard... maybe... :P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to year 12s with their hsc&lt;br /&gt;even though year 12s dont even read my blog... 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LOL jk, he has to be hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;failing life in general LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;milo LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;indeedios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;im a teenage girl, of course i have :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;yehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;... LOL probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;always =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;of course!... okay nt really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;derp. yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;do picture books count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHO’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;excluding family, prad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;lisa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;br /&gt;prad at mac square :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;... prad LOL shes getting all the attention on this thing isnt she xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said “i love you” to?&lt;br /&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX WHERE?S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in this strange world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;mac square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;refer to above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;hurlstone :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;your bed ;D LOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;... my bed :( HAHAHHA kidding, i love you bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DO’S/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;lol yeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;i have moments, but simply moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;who lives on drury lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;yes you cant possibly imagine :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;because they are them. and that means theyre special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you get a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;because i was meant to keep in touch with primary kiddos, fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;they imagined the perfect child and encompassed my name in conjunction with my chinese name to form like.... a hybrid kid LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;because i need to do something pointless since i just finished exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;to be able to mimick other peoples talents :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;probably! :) but what that is, i do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were stranded on a deserted island &amp;amp; could bring one thing what would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;id bring a car door, so if it got hot, id just wind down the window... HURRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;for sure.. its just hair =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;right now, yes. i am satisfied XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7853803978399608357?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7853803978399608357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7853803978399608357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7853803978399608357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7853803978399608357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-i-cbb-ranting-ill-do-pointless.html' title='because i cbb ranting, ill do a pointless quiz thingo (:'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-678286305178250298</id><published>2010-08-25T22:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:44:56.408+10:00</updated><title type='text'>alas, the things on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here it is, bright and plain...&lt;br /&gt;im getting all upset over stupid little things building up&lt;br /&gt;so this is what ive been thinking about for the past weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. before it was english&lt;br /&gt;but after that brilliant speech score, im learning to love it... THERE I SAID IT. IM STARTING TO ENJOY ENGLISH x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. economics mark&lt;br /&gt;yeh, it was still 'a decent' mark, so it MAY have been... below average but goddamn i tried soo hard =\ i have never studied so hard for an assessment.. EVER! so yeh, when i got it back it hurt like hell... where people who i studied with at some point getting high As. when people who get a mark above you start moaning and groaning... complaining "i did so shit" yeh well... stuff you =( and i cant even blame my bad mark on "yeh i didnt even try" because i did =\\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. chemistry mark&lt;br /&gt;from like top 20, to below average in the next task... yeh it was shocking =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. maths&lt;br /&gt;i hate my new teacher, he doesnt explain it... so im sitting in class trying to solve everything, and it feels like everyone else gets it.. because they go to tutoring... because they have THE TIME. and i feel so damn envious. sigh ive never felt so dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SRC&lt;br /&gt;talent quest. people. enough said =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dancing&lt;br /&gt;one of the major things which made me happy... doesnt make me happy anymore. so much pressure to choreo. so much effort. so much stress. and guess what? when i do perform and people cheer for me, someone gets annoyed... for once MAYBE ID LIKE TO BE APPRECIATE FOR ALL MY HARD WORK. yeh... dancing leads to problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. not having time&lt;br /&gt;i just want one day, where i dont have to do anythng, where i dont feel pressured that i have to do something... where that whole day is about me and doing the things i enjoy =X working twice a week with unflexible hours, it doesnt help... oh fck work tomorrow. i kind of want to go to tutoring... but i have no time for it because imagine me with all this shit AND tutoring... oh my =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. people telling me "you never have the time for me anymore"&lt;br /&gt;well yes. i fucking know. i dont have time for myself, so why would i bother spending time with you when all you tell me is that we never spend time anymore? where every single conversation we have turns into a fight, and you believe that i dont care about you anymore and you have never been so wrong. well one day, im going to give up on you and i really am going to stop caring. there is only so much i can take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. being friends with year 12&lt;br /&gt;year 12, most of them are great... and i know theyve got hsc, but i find a few of them pushing some of the stress onto me. and honestly, every single moment of the day feels like a struggle in itself :( and i cant really take it? but i STILL do.. for their damned sakes... i just hope they'll be there when i break down this time next year sigh AND worst of all, I know... that I wont be seeing them around very soon, and I have this general fear of losing people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. just you in general&lt;br /&gt;huge one... upsets the crap out of me... i dont know what im doing wrong. you just ignore me because we dont centralise absolutely everything around you. You get pissed off when I do things right or well. You give the cold shoulder to me because youre a tad jealous? I don’t really understand why you’d want to be jealous of me... im not as good as you think =\ and I have to ultimately decide... you or a friend who treats me right...? and honestly, your chances are pretty slim right now. @#!%@#^ cares; you don’t. Ffs... I get it okay. I get jealous too, but youre being JUST plain immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. hurting other people by being upset&lt;br /&gt;GAH! The cycle never ends really :( I go home and just feel bad for making people worry all the time. I feel bad for making people cry from being worried... I get so easily angry at everything and I probably don’t mean the things I say. I don’t like hurting people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people I care about; sorry for breaking down constantly, I am really trying hard to hold myself together but when im frustrated I just explode?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this last night when a particular someone sent me a facebook message ;D&lt;br /&gt;yes you know who you are LOL&lt;br /&gt;thankyou so much &lt;3 ^^&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/8061025334981593894-678286305178250298?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/678286305178250298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=678286305178250298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/678286305178250298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/678286305178250298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/08/alas-things-on-my-mind.html' title='alas, the things on my mind'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-3775412870536124542</id><published>2010-07-31T11:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:31:46.861+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest anonymous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thankyou for making my day and helping me pull through :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/8061025334981593894-3775412870536124542?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/3775412870536124542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=3775412870536124542&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3775412870536124542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3775412870536124542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/07/dearest-anonymous.html' title='dearest anonymous.'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4717252212243588710</id><published>2010-07-30T22:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:43:29.055+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i struggle with english, no problems with venting.. =="</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its that feeling that you dont really think youre good enough;&lt;br /&gt;that youre not really sure if youre good at something,&lt;br /&gt;you just THINK you are because people tell you...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether im all that, or maybe ive just have lots of friends?&lt;br /&gt;or at least have the most supporting friends in the world...&lt;br /&gt;i should be happy with either...&lt;br /&gt;im probably just pmsing, like usual =\&lt;br /&gt;and beating myself up because i can never be quite satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;this is meant to be 'my thing' but today...&lt;br /&gt;i just didnt feel the vibe, the hype that i usually do&lt;br /&gt;the second i left the stage, my heart dropped&lt;br /&gt;because i knew it wasnt all that we intended it to be&lt;br /&gt;but thats life. it disappoints you and gets you down&lt;br /&gt;and we're all expected to brush it off like it was a speckle of dust.&lt;br /&gt;well i tell you this blogger, im hate things being out of place&lt;br /&gt;not physically.. but just... if things dont sit right in my head&lt;br /&gt;it frustrates me x_x&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the new hotmail and youtube layout pisses me off &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;today; highlights - spending time with ebony/paul/jenn and joannie at lunch :)&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/8061025334981593894-4717252212243588710?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4717252212243588710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4717252212243588710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4717252212243588710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4717252212243588710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-struggle-with-english-no-problems.html' title='i struggle with english, no problems with venting.. ==&quot;'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7944493997234135705</id><published>2010-07-28T21:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:08:37.338+10:00</updated><title type='text'>searching for the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate that this blogspot is so emotionally unstable&lt;br /&gt;but i like it in the same aspect...&lt;br /&gt;well well well, ive 'stuffed' up 3 tasks in a row&lt;br /&gt;one being under 50%, one being under average - making me loose 40 ranks and the other not quite good enough for other classes...&lt;br /&gt;usually, i would be content with an average or with a just above average mark...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, i guess things change&lt;br /&gt;im the sort of girl who pulls through the heartbreak of boys, about relationships - about all that crap which should really matter in an average teenage girl...&lt;br /&gt;but at the thought of a mark under 50%, breaks me down...&lt;br /&gt;i regret not studying enough in junior years because goddamn, studying takes so much effort and energy... i think i need time to study how to study? lame much? =\&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im not even in year 12,&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like i need a break where i could just go at least a day without having to do any work - without having to think about assessments, school work, actually working, src etc etc&lt;br /&gt;blogspot, i am completely stressed out :( and its completely silly to be...&lt;br /&gt;a part of me wants to give up for the rest of year 11 and just say "yep, well i screwed up this year - oh wells, it doesnt count" because this is the last time that we can say this =(...&lt;br /&gt;but yadda yadda you should get into a routine, learn to study&lt;br /&gt;i know, how hypocritical to the "wish i studied in junior years"&lt;br /&gt;but its different (okay its not really)&lt;br /&gt;but it FEELS different&lt;br /&gt;because now, im physically and mentally tired... my fingers feel strained because of the constant typing, now thats buggered :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BACK TO WORK, my 20 minute break is over 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/8061025334981593894-7944493997234135705?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7944493997234135705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7944493997234135705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7944493997234135705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7944493997234135705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/07/searching-for-light.html' title='searching for the light'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2314544059725739994</id><published>2010-07-23T20:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:29:55.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ill admit to being a failure, but never a quiter</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/_a9_unYu4GIc/TElrh-VATSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2gdXJUImoYY/s1600/tumblr_l5r5znMtrE1qaz7kko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 541px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/TElrh-VATSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2gdXJUImoYY/s400/tumblr_l5r5znMtrE1qaz7kko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497043051593354530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we get caught up in own misery and well, today is one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;one of those days where the sky didnt shine as brightly as i would have liked and where you just want to cry and cry over again, because this sense of hopelessness overwhelms you...&lt;br /&gt;im mean sure, its just year 11, yes - i understand it wont count in less than 10 weeks from now... but not physically being able to get above 50% in a subject which has to matter so fcking much, you cant doubt that it wouldnt hurt. sometimes i just sit at home, just staring at a wall wondering where i went wrong, to go from above average to be basically bottom 10... and no, im not being sarcastic. no, this isnt one of those "asian fails" this is just plain fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to numerous amounts of people about this, highlight being lunch and straight after lunch ... it helped a lot. I think, i think id like to stay where i am because i like the advance course better and im aware i screwed up, 4 times in a row... but now, now its different. now it hurts a lot because i TRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to a dear friend of mine, and he proposed dropping to standard and of course, being who i am, feel apart because i knew he was right :( he said the main reason why i dont want to drop is because it'll hurt my ego, which is precisely right. ARGH but still, im thick-headed... id rather do crap in adv then average at standard... but thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to keep in mind, that the fight will be worth it in the end.&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/8061025334981593894-2314544059725739994?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2314544059725739994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2314544059725739994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2314544059725739994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6138297092693979363</id><published>2010-07-02T18:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:30:48.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cant think of a decent blog title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well well well... =X&lt;br /&gt;stress builds up, breaks you down&lt;br /&gt;and youre left stranded...&lt;br /&gt;ever since we've drifted&lt;br /&gt;ive been stressed&lt;br /&gt;your stress has rubbed onto me&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mind anymore&lt;br /&gt;because i ACTUALLY care about you&lt;br /&gt;it may have taken a long time for me to realise this&lt;br /&gt;but youve always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;and i could only wish that i could be the exact person you were for me&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;amazing&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry that i dont say it often enough&lt;br /&gt;because i dunno... its not something i generally say?&lt;br /&gt;we didnt talk at all yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i ... missed you?&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder, if youd possibly miss me when youre gone?&lt;br /&gt;only ... one term now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we got to know each other sooner&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to leave&lt;br /&gt;i dont want us to stop talking&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to turn up to school&lt;br /&gt;and not being able to say hello to you...&lt;br /&gt;this post is turning into some corny mush D:&lt;br /&gt;but because you dont like me being nice...&lt;br /&gt;i decided to say it on here&lt;br /&gt;where youd probably never ever read this...&lt;br /&gt;so heres to you queer (:&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/8061025334981593894-6138297092693979363?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6138297092693979363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6138297092693979363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6138297092693979363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6138297092693979363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-think-of-decent-blog-title.html' title='cant think of a decent blog title'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-738523816754512935</id><published>2010-06-22T20:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:13:46.919+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dearest blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;im trying my hardest&lt;br /&gt;but theres always this pit of darkness within me&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand...&lt;br /&gt;ive got a lot more than anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like ive got nothing&lt;br /&gt;because maybe its because... i dont really feel right knowing youre not the same person&lt;br /&gt;not being able to talk to you, hurts me&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people dont them...&lt;br /&gt;honestly.. it feels nice&lt;br /&gt;and thats such a terrible terrible thing to say&lt;br /&gt;but that just means that maybe im not that insane?&lt;br /&gt;im not going to say you deserve better...&lt;br /&gt;because its your life&lt;br /&gt;and i have no right to say anything&lt;br /&gt;but please, open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;shes changing you into someone i dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is convinced that if i stick around longer&lt;br /&gt;till you walk away from each other&lt;br /&gt;that i can finally talk to you&lt;br /&gt;without being bitched about...&lt;br /&gt;so i can change you back to someone who i once knew...&lt;br /&gt;the person who cared about his friends?&lt;br /&gt;maybe... one day&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/8061025334981593894-738523816754512935?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/738523816754512935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-1093190467823784542</id><published>2010-06-13T21:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:24:46.227+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been having a lot of deep and meaningfuls lately...&lt;br /&gt;and its hitting home, every single time&lt;br /&gt;so heres to the people who have taken the time this week&lt;br /&gt;to listen to me voice everything...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;things are getting tough&lt;br /&gt;i mean... im definitely depressed or anythnig&lt;br /&gt;just stressed, moody, unstable and confused... definitely confused.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt alone in this world?&lt;br /&gt;i hate it because i know im not.. im far from it&lt;br /&gt;its just... sometimes its frustrating&lt;br /&gt;spending your lunch and recess chasing around&lt;br /&gt;finding people for something which i dont really care about...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it how people depend on me so fucking much&lt;br /&gt;well you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to lean on too&lt;br /&gt;i need to break down once in a while&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;argh i hate 123&lt;br /&gt;taking up every single moment of my life&lt;br /&gt;i hate how they wear their badge&lt;br /&gt;but they never to any meetings...&lt;br /&gt;i hate how if a decision is made&lt;br /&gt;i always have to fucking carry it out&lt;br /&gt;i get absolutely no recognision at all&lt;br /&gt;all i get is a bunch of groans from the disappointment i get from my stupid grade&lt;br /&gt;well you know? i tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;so dont blame me that i did SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;even if to you it seemed hopeless&lt;br /&gt;because right then and there i felt like crying infront of my grade&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt show it&lt;br /&gt;because i never fuckign do&lt;br /&gt;so i hope youre all happy&lt;br /&gt;for being bitches about me doing something instead of nothing&lt;br /&gt;honestly... it doesnt even hurt you at all&lt;br /&gt;i do all the work and in the end&lt;br /&gt;a group of 8 get the credit&lt;br /&gt;3 of which dont even bother turning up ... ever&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;over the past couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so much doubt in myself&lt;br /&gt;each day, i find new reasons why to hate myself&lt;br /&gt;today: im not really that good of a dancer...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dear _?_,&lt;br /&gt;goodluck for your future and everything more&lt;br /&gt;youre one of the only people i know who want to get rich for a good reason&lt;br /&gt;so thankyou, youve opened up my eyes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you chose her over me...&lt;br /&gt;makes me very insecure&lt;br /&gt;what made her so much... better?&lt;br /&gt;after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;i would have thought that...&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. just maybe you'd still deep down care about me more?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think that im all drained out&lt;br /&gt;i barely get 7 hours of sleep each day&lt;br /&gt;i fall into microsleeps at every single moment&lt;br /&gt;even when people are talking to me :(&lt;br /&gt;im tired of pretending everythings okay&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was like her and cry over every single little thing.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i wouldnt have this huge hair ball of doubt...&lt;br /&gt;sigh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all over the place because things have been constantly crossing my mind&lt;br /&gt;i havent blogged in a while... sorry&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could cope?&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/8061025334981593894-1093190467823784542?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6744157582484261972</id><published>2010-05-31T19:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:13:32.097+10:00</updated><title type='text'>youre mood can have an effect on others...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know when theres a lump in the back of your throat?&lt;br /&gt;you know when you wait in anticipation for a reply from someone?&lt;br /&gt;well... im feeling exactly like that...&lt;br /&gt;because i dont know what i did&lt;br /&gt;honestly, what the fudge did i do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;what did THEY do to deserve it too&lt;br /&gt;im hurt because theyre hurt and i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much they say "no its okay"&lt;br /&gt;it is far from it&lt;br /&gt;because i know deep down, youre hurting&lt;br /&gt;and this could may all be because of me&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how to change it&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to fix it&lt;br /&gt;because i have no idea what i did in the first place&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for pulling you into all this girly shit that girls do&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that she used you to get to me&lt;br /&gt;because i know its not nice to feel used&lt;br /&gt;i can only imagine how much it'll kill to know&lt;br /&gt;that your friendship was based on hurting me&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sticking through with me all these years&lt;br /&gt;thanks for saying the exact thing i wanted to hear from you...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, ill just say... kudos, you did so well in hurting me&lt;br /&gt;kudos to you for successfully breaking me into bits,&lt;br /&gt;for knowing my absolute weak point&lt;br /&gt;where id crack with every insignificant little thing...&lt;br /&gt;did you take a shot in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;or are you really that 'incredible' to know that he is basically my weak point&lt;br /&gt;the point in my past that i'll probably never completely get over&lt;br /&gt;i just couldnt believe you can be THAT insensitive...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i blame NONE of this on you&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd understand that&lt;br /&gt;its just you were there at the time when i broke down&lt;br /&gt;you were there when that one thing was just too much&lt;br /&gt;i told him because i wanted to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;because i was bleeding inside for answers&lt;br /&gt;the time when you saw me with him&lt;br /&gt;ironically.. it was about you&lt;br /&gt;it was him telling me that you didnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;it was me freaking accepting that you did nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;and you were too blind to see that he really does care about you&lt;br /&gt;more than you can POSSIBLY imagine&lt;br /&gt;so im suck here so undecided&lt;br /&gt;what did i do....&lt;br /&gt;he even told me that he cares about you more...&lt;br /&gt;a lot more apparently&lt;br /&gt;so imagine how im feeling&lt;br /&gt;can you PLEASE consider how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;you probably hate my guts&lt;br /&gt;and in the end no one really cares about me...&lt;br /&gt;my self-esteem has hit rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand.. at all&lt;br /&gt;youre getting the better end here...&lt;br /&gt;but here how it is,&lt;br /&gt;i get it. he cares about you more&lt;br /&gt;how its meant to be&lt;br /&gt;and i COMPLETELY 100% understand&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really understand your point of view&lt;br /&gt;and im trying to talk to you about it&lt;br /&gt;and you're not letting me through&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do you hate fate as much as i do?&lt;br /&gt;please, tell me... why is that everytime we become good friends all over again&lt;br /&gt;something comes and fucks it up?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that whenever i try and go back to the days&lt;br /&gt;where we didnt need to hide being the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;where it didnt hurt anyone that we were great friends&lt;br /&gt;where everything was so much easier&lt;br /&gt;what ever happened to that?&lt;br /&gt;since when do we need to grow up? :(&lt;br /&gt;when you showed me you still kept it..&lt;br /&gt;it honestly meant a lot&lt;br /&gt;it kinda lit up my mind&lt;br /&gt;made me realise and remember how much you actually freaking mean to me&lt;br /&gt;it made me miss you&lt;br /&gt;it made me want to hug you and never let you go&lt;br /&gt;and for something so small to come in our way?&lt;br /&gt;well... what can i say... :(&lt;br /&gt;i think we're probably better going off in our own little worlds for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;for her at least...?&lt;br /&gt;because we... we're been though a heck of a lot&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, we'll always be best friends&lt;br /&gt;and thats all that really matters right?&lt;br /&gt;in the end, no matter what life throws at us&lt;br /&gt;we can try and hate each other as much as we want&lt;br /&gt;but we're always what we are...&lt;br /&gt;best friends =3&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess... this is what i get becoming close friends with someone again.&lt;br /&gt;im not angry, simply upset and confused&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/8061025334981593894-6744157582484261972?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6744157582484261972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6744157582484261972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6744157582484261972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6744157582484261972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-mood-can-have-effect-on-others.html' title='youre mood can have an effect on others...'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4202379425824660407</id><published>2010-05-28T20:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:40:55.609+10:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin to crawl around in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay for new blogger skin (Y) since the other one was all crappy and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;YOU COULDNT EVEN COMMENT! and i cbb to find the comment code in the mix of my skins... :L and the colour was too ugly anyhows... THUS a new skin... again :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;a bit of this and a bit of that it was,&lt;br /&gt;i really liked camp :)&lt;br /&gt;at camp, (as cheesy as it sounds) i re-established friendships&lt;br /&gt;people who i couldnt talk to at school because of time restrictions&lt;br /&gt;i wish camp never ended so fast :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT CRAP TUTOR HOMEWORK. FINISH LATERS!&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/8061025334981593894-4202379425824660407?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4202379425824660407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4202379425824660407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4202379425824660407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4202379425824660407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-skin-to-crawl-around-in.html' title='new skin to crawl around in'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8131159705962860724</id><published>2010-05-24T21:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:10:34.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#400</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;never thought id ever get this far into blogging to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, the reason why i havent blogged recently is because i wanted to make this 400th blog post special, but really.. i had no idea what so ever :)&lt;br /&gt;and ive been wanting to blog about HEAPS of stuff&lt;br /&gt;but they never seemed to fit the criteria of this 400th blogpost&lt;br /&gt;now i just cbb to care anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i shall jsut do a random thing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BOY SIDE—-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You love hoodies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You love jeans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad movies suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You own a racing car game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have watched sports on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to collect hockey cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baggy sweats are cool to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green, black, red, blue or silver are one of your favourite colours or all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have fished at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-YOUR GIRL SIDE—-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wear the colour pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You go to your mum to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate wearing the colour black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like wearing jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried watching the Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shopping is one of your favourite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t like the movie Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are/were in gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes you at least one hour to shower, get dressed and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like wearing high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You used to play with dolls as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like putting make-up on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like being the star of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is one of your favourite colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Appearance •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shorter than 5’2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tan/burn easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair was a different colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had/have braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have more than two piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Embarrassment •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve slipped out ‘lol’ in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve laughed ‘til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had rip my pants in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• Health •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve sat in the doctor’s office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• Traveling •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve driven/ridden over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been to Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone to Sudbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to the Carribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• Experiences •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve gotten lost in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve pushed all the buttons on the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve crashed/rolled a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve seen the northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sat on the rooftop at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ridden a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Relationships •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m single&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• Honesty / Crime •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done someone I promised myself I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve snuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve ran a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Death and Suicide •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen someone/something dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have planned your own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Materialism •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own something I got from e-bay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Random •&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I paid for my cell phone ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have “?”s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spam ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple or orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wear pajamas to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of tYpInG LyK DiS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8131159705962860724?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8131159705962860724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=1466873885601041577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1466873885601041577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1466873885601041577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/secrets-of-hsc-success-revealed.html' title='Secrets of HSC Success Revealed'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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D:&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMN, now i dont even know...&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i wanted to be something,&lt;br /&gt;then i lose interest or&lt;br /&gt;someone talks it down&lt;br /&gt;so i stop, reconsider that something i wanna do...&lt;br /&gt;so here... here are all my broken dreams =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fashion designer (the whole reason why i started this blog, some 2 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;- snapped into reality by career advisor &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;2. global business creater... something as big as big w...&lt;br /&gt;- "women dont make it big in business" x_x&lt;br /&gt;3. climate change activist... im an official part of ACF now, but have done nothing to promote change... i was inspired by Severn Suzuki's 1992 speech directed to the united nations ^^"&lt;br /&gt;- "global warming doesnt exist" even though i believe that it does still... no one seemed to care about climate change and all of the rest of it... for at least 3 months, thats all i want to talk about... i got so emotionally engrossed in this, and no one really seemed to care that our worlds changing &gt;&lt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQmz6Rbpnu0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. science teacher at hurlstone HAHAHA... no seriously =\ science is cool, their staffroom is mad, they're all pretty damn cool teachers xD&lt;br /&gt;- what if they're not looking for a teacher in science... what if i have to teach at a public school? x_x as well as that... hurlstone's younger years arent as cool :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now... now i have no freaking idea what i want to do&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know if i want to be in business&lt;br /&gt;or if i want to be in science...&lt;br /&gt;everyone pictures me doing business,&lt;br /&gt;having an office job&lt;br /&gt;going into the city everyday etc etc&lt;br /&gt;but im actually... really bad at eco :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what to be?&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/8061025334981593894-448629705127639661?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/448629705127639661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=448629705127639661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/448629705127639661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/448629705127639661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-want-to-do.html' title='what do you want to do?'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-3940554344131581583</id><published>2010-04-20T16:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:02:04.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple years on since ive done this</title><content type='html'>TEN THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;My name is Amy&lt;br /&gt;i am content with how my life is right now&lt;br /&gt;im proud of what ive become and glad i met the people i have along the way&lt;br /&gt;ive accepted me for me, pretty much a crazy random chick&lt;br /&gt;i miss my braces&lt;br /&gt;i realise now im really bad at describing myself, struggling at number 6 D:&lt;br /&gt;i think that most people are better than they think they are&lt;br /&gt;i am actually really shallow&lt;br /&gt;i love the idea of study groups&lt;br /&gt;i have friends all over school and outer school. but i know where everyone stands in my life. i love my group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE THINGS YOU’VE THOUGHT RECENTLY&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to be okay&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry&lt;br /&gt;i feel confident&lt;br /&gt;crap, my button fell off&lt;br /&gt;ew my teeth doesnt look so cool&lt;br /&gt;half yearlies doesnt really matter that much&lt;br /&gt;butterflies :)&lt;br /&gt;why now? cant you come after half yearlies?!&lt;br /&gt;this water tastes funky =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT WAYS TO WIN YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;... looks... ROFL mostly hair or smile&lt;br /&gt;funny, but not consistantly funny, because thats ust annoying =\&lt;br /&gt;"being there"&lt;br /&gt;i really cant say to be honest... i fall for random guys who are always SO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM EACH OTHER.. so...i dont know really =( just the typical, stereotypical things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU GO TO BED.&lt;br /&gt;brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;go offline? LOL&lt;br /&gt;turn off light&lt;br /&gt;put away book&lt;br /&gt;pack bag for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;make sure my alarm is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY TO FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;"do i actually mean a lot to you?" - but i dont actually want them to anwer that ^^"&lt;br /&gt;"youre so immature. you think you know everything"&lt;br /&gt;"even though you did well... absolutely crap in your physics and was amazing upset at yourself, youre worth a lot more" - and she doesnt even know me LOL&lt;br /&gt;"you are amazing and you ARE smart. so dont be stressed over maths, you'll get ther :)"&lt;br /&gt;"over the past few weeks, youve really showed me what true friends are" - to a group of people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;msn?&lt;br /&gt;blogger&lt;br /&gt;putting chuck onto usb for brendan&lt;br /&gt;thinking about exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU’RE SCARED OF&lt;br /&gt;death in general&lt;br /&gt;negative comments?&lt;br /&gt;losing people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;have a child ^^"&lt;br /&gt;put $1000000 into the stock market ... LOL =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE CONFESSION&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy studying (excluding english)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-3940554344131581583?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/3940554344131581583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=3940554344131581583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3940554344131581583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3940554344131581583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/couple-years-on-since-ive-done-this.html' title='a couple years on since ive done this'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6447284529221539855</id><published>2010-04-16T21:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:14:56.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt The Snow</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/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSG18qF_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BQAWftqm4Fk/s1600/z206318157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSG18qF_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BQAWftqm4Fk/s400/z206318157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460704825700915186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no really, why are we here? =X&lt;br /&gt;im not being emotionally unstable or anything...&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;human, we reproduce to make more humans&lt;br /&gt;who spend their whole lives pondering what theyre meant to do?&lt;br /&gt;life, its absolutely wonderful&lt;br /&gt;its so unpredictable; exhilerating.&lt;br /&gt;i guess life can not be decribed,&lt;br /&gt;life just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSGf0L78I/AAAAAAAAAWI/FRWuFIKzhKs/s1600/tumblr_krdjfiVyH71qzlf41o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSGf0L78I/AAAAAAAAAWI/FRWuFIKzhKs/s400/tumblr_krdjfiVyH71qzlf41o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460704819759804354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that was the cutest thing ever :D&lt;br /&gt;lame jokes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSF5m1HJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FcaR0ZUowOc/s1600/1259967320197020.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSF5m1HJI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FcaR0ZUowOc/s400/1259967320197020.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460704809503235218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, why worry about half yearlies? :)&lt;br /&gt;why bother studying our little butts off!&lt;br /&gt;well, obviously i know the reason to that ^^"&lt;br /&gt;but still!&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to say to my kids&lt;br /&gt;"i had the best childhood anyone has ever had"&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt really a good start...&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it can be a good finish?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lately, before lately&lt;br /&gt;i was becoming pretty negative with myself&lt;br /&gt;losing confidence.. refer to previous posts ^^"&lt;br /&gt;and well, i realised that,&lt;br /&gt;you cant move forward when your looking down...&lt;br /&gt;and i guess the same applies when your looking directly at the clouds&lt;br /&gt;So from now, im going to look infront of me&lt;br /&gt;take every step as they come&lt;br /&gt;and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;because really... isnt that all we can do?&lt;br /&gt;isnt that what we live for?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;happy studying &lt;3&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/8061025334981593894-6447284529221539855?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6447284529221539855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6447284529221539855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6447284529221539855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6447284529221539855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/melt-snow.html' title='Melt The Snow'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/S8hSG18qF_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BQAWftqm4Fk/s72-c/z206318157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2805922107337852073</id><published>2010-04-16T14:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:10:43.569+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So, i was meant to be studying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeh i thought, hey ill just check the bus timetable :)&lt;br /&gt;-msn automatically signs in-&lt;br /&gt;oh look people are talking&lt;br /&gt;i have emails!&lt;br /&gt;what? facebook?&lt;br /&gt;oh lovely lets reply to everything&lt;br /&gt;blogspot? what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;oh okays, it'll be quick&lt;br /&gt;steven zheng has a blogspot?! -follows-&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! no not stalker at all&lt;br /&gt;lets make a blog post about how flimsy i am&lt;br /&gt;wow, this blog post is going just dandy.&lt;br /&gt;great, this makes the end of my computer-ing time for now :)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! message recieved from TUMBLR?&lt;br /&gt;well then.. lets just ...&lt;br /&gt;check up on it... =X&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/8061025334981593894-2805922107337852073?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2805922107337852073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2805922107337852073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2805922107337852073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2805922107337852073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-was-meant-to-be-studying.html' title='So, i was meant to be studying...'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7935079150376881006</id><published>2010-04-11T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:52:06.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i will wait for you, even if its the last thing i do</title><content type='html'>dear blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started talking to me again =\&lt;br /&gt;after what he did, &lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why i still forgave him&lt;br /&gt;it was the absolute worse thing a guy has EVER EVER done to me&lt;br /&gt;i think im still angry at him&lt;br /&gt;but im not sure if i am&lt;br /&gt;because i feel like im only upset&lt;br /&gt;because its the "normal thing to do"&lt;br /&gt;you used to make me so happy&lt;br /&gt;and then you.. GAH you did THAT.&lt;br /&gt;why do i still talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i block you from myself?&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i save myself the emotions all over again?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. maybe you've changed?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just bullshitting...&lt;br /&gt;how dare you go ahead and make my day like that?&lt;br /&gt;how dare you remind me of how damn happy you always made me&lt;br /&gt;youre the absolutely only person i feel 100% comfortable talking to on the phone&lt;br /&gt;did you even know that?&lt;br /&gt;i wish we were so afraid before&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how we'd be...&lt;br /&gt;after you, no one really seems the same&lt;br /&gt;no one really makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;after you, it feels like no one cares&lt;br /&gt;so i cease to care about anyone else&lt;br /&gt;but really, i need that one person to care about me&lt;br /&gt;so i can try and care about everyone else again...&lt;br /&gt;after you, i was stranded&lt;br /&gt;and it lead me to someone else &lt;br /&gt;which im not too happy about =="&lt;br /&gt;youd be a nice change&lt;br /&gt;but will you change?&lt;br /&gt;do i even WANT you to change?&lt;br /&gt;i miss our silly games&lt;br /&gt;and i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i really missed you but never wanted to admit to it...&lt;br /&gt;when i listen to wait for you - elliot yamin, it reminds me of you =\&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;each word, now means something to me :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;statistics say the average person falls in love 3 times&lt;br /&gt;thats doesnt sound very true does it? =X&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what we are?&lt;br /&gt;im on the verge of thinking... maybe... maybe i did&lt;br /&gt;because there is still that feeling behind my barriers&lt;br /&gt;like if you did something, id fall to your feet immediately&lt;br /&gt;and forget everything you've done...&lt;br /&gt;THATS SO STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;no really, why would ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;EVER&lt;br /&gt;FORGIVE&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;for what you did, i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;goddamn i need lizzie to tell me that im absolutely normal :(&lt;br /&gt;far out, why does this have to be so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;love made me think of you&lt;br /&gt;youve changed so much :S&lt;br /&gt;its a nice change&lt;br /&gt;but its a distant change&lt;br /&gt;i dont really feel your sense lingering on me&lt;br /&gt;i miss the time when i use to know when you were around&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i dont really care about you as much&lt;br /&gt;we're still mentally distant still&lt;br /&gt;but when i used to always think/miss you&lt;br /&gt;i still felt close to you...?&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt even make sense!&lt;br /&gt;but its just the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;i guess one subject a day with you is good enough for now (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT! i know that once we go into uni&lt;br /&gt;and we have such busy lives&lt;br /&gt;we'll end up forgetting about each other...&lt;br /&gt;because i know that i will be selfishly&lt;br /&gt;too focused on my own life to care about anything else&lt;br /&gt;but i hope that i can introduce you to my children when the day comes :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks for caring about me over the years&lt;br /&gt;i am hard to manage, goddamn i really am so frustrating&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for putting up with my breakdowns &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it was you who helped me through it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You.. okay.. yeh you&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;you make me angry&lt;br /&gt;you make me being selfish&lt;br /&gt;too much you influence maybe? :P&lt;br /&gt;youre so selfish but i love you for it (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;you never seem to find time for anyone&lt;br /&gt;unless it benefits you in some way&lt;br /&gt;i dont really understand that?&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were so similar to each other&lt;br /&gt;but i think we were only similar when i first met you&lt;br /&gt;when i didnt give a damn about anything&lt;br /&gt;because you dont!&lt;br /&gt;slowly im getting over that phase...&lt;br /&gt;im starting to care about schoolwork, managing my time&lt;br /&gt;i wish you would,&lt;br /&gt;because you have no idea how much it annoys me when youre not doing schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;when youre just sitting there,&lt;br /&gt;doing stupid things that primary kids enjoy doing&lt;br /&gt;just please... for your own sake&lt;br /&gt;stop.and.just.study :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wow.. there we go.. typical old amy blog x_x&lt;br /&gt;lots of word&lt;br /&gt;lots of pms&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7935079150376881006?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7935079150376881006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7935079150376881006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7935079150376881006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7935079150376881006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-wait-for-you-even-if-its-last.html' title='i will wait for you, even if its the last thing i do'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2474812772261662744</id><published>2010-04-09T14:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:04:04.602+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The past 5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have basically done NO STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;HOW TERRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;watched 5 moves in the past 3 days :P and not one of them is benefical...&lt;br /&gt;apart from incredibly entertaining xD&lt;br /&gt;A christmas carol is pretty okay...&lt;br /&gt;its not actually as good as i was hoping :(&lt;br /&gt;i found it pretty funny that i was about to recite lines from the book...&lt;br /&gt;how peculiar, ive only read it once&lt;br /&gt;i should get around to watching dead poet's society again&lt;br /&gt;and analyse it&lt;br /&gt;maybe go to meiwei place :P&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.. more to what i was meaning to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The last 5 days has been great&lt;br /&gt;i no longer feel stressed&lt;br /&gt;i no longer want to break down every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;ive kind of recovered,&lt;br /&gt;put things into perspective and realised&lt;br /&gt;"hey, its half yearlies of year 11"&lt;br /&gt;things are only going to get harder from now...&lt;br /&gt;and if im worrying over this,&lt;br /&gt;then i can kiss my happines goodbye&lt;br /&gt;things like this shouldnt matter so much&lt;br /&gt;but on the down side,&lt;br /&gt;because im not stressed...&lt;br /&gt;i have no reason to study&lt;br /&gt;and im not trying at all really =X&lt;br /&gt;and obviously my grades are going to be affected&lt;br /&gt;but im starting not to care... at all =\&lt;br /&gt;my brother did absolutely terrible in almost all his subjects in year 11&lt;br /&gt;he got 30/60 for chem.. and like lower than 60% for physics...&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to be finding happiness on his failure..&lt;br /&gt;but he got DAMN GOOD for his hsc either way&lt;br /&gt;so maybe.. maybe i should be happy&lt;br /&gt;and not stress out for exams&lt;br /&gt;and just take them as they come&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the key of the hsc?&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/8061025334981593894-2474812772261662744?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2474812772261662744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2474812772261662744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2474812772261662744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2474812772261662744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-5-days.html' title='The past 5 days'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-373380874531737748</id><published>2010-04-04T21:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:53:37.908+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#392</title><content type='html'>Dear blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really reads you anymore&lt;br /&gt;ive been studying really hard&lt;br /&gt;well at least i try to&lt;br /&gt;and its making me spend less time with you&lt;br /&gt;its actually affecting me really badly&lt;br /&gt;because i never say anything i really want to anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i just get pointlessly angry&lt;br /&gt;at people, at myself&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i stand there and just cry&lt;br /&gt;and its not something i would do&lt;br /&gt;i hate being fragile like this&lt;br /&gt;i hate not having the confidence to overcome this feeling&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i am. right. now.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss blogging about everything :(&lt;br /&gt;and being so open&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find the words to express how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always, amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-373380874531737748?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2095141893761354648</id><published>2010-04-02T09:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:35:33.659+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ooft</title><content type='html'>sorry about the spam guys =x&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it'll come up with all my blogs on the dashboard once i unblocked it xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-2095141893761354648?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2095141893761354648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2095141893761354648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2095141893761354648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2095141893761354648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/ooft.html' title='ooft'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7946083094138094834</id><published>2010-04-02T09:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:30:04.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fck you, year 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im actually finding it really hard to cope with everyone&lt;br /&gt;i missed 3 weeks at the beginning and i sort of regret doing so :(&lt;br /&gt;because im still trying to catch up on understanding all this crap&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that the teachers go incredibly fast in order for us to finish the year 11 course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many teachers told me to have confidence, or im losing confidence&lt;br /&gt;well its because maybe... maybe I AM&lt;br /&gt;i know that and i am afraid to say it&lt;br /&gt;im not used to being behind on everything&lt;br /&gt;on making a HUGE effort with studies&lt;br /&gt;just to get an average result&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt seem worth it&lt;br /&gt;so i try harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;but i still end up with the same thing&lt;br /&gt;so for english assessment... i didnt really try&lt;br /&gt;and boy, that fucked me up so badly.&lt;br /&gt;my loss in faith, has led me to fell insecure and exposed&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i cried 3 times... 3 times! all infront of people&lt;br /&gt;it really does get frustrating because i cant help it&lt;br /&gt;i bite my lip so hard, but my eyes just go red and i end up crying anyways&lt;br /&gt;year 11 is proving to be extremely hard for me&lt;br /&gt;judging so many things&lt;br /&gt;school work, work, src, friends, "boy problems"&lt;br /&gt;and well, honestly... right at the moment i couldnt care less about boys&lt;br /&gt;theyre so ridiculous either way and i just dont have the steam to care anymore&lt;br /&gt;finding it hard to sustain friendship because im never available anymore&lt;br /&gt;im too busy seeing teachers asking them question etc etc&lt;br /&gt;i really dont understand parts of physics and chemistry&lt;br /&gt;i spend more time there than when im with my friends&lt;br /&gt;and its not initiative. its jsut stupid...&lt;br /&gt;src... hmmm well whenever we have meetings,&lt;br /&gt;i go into spastic mode. i tell everyone to shut up and sit down&lt;br /&gt;and i basically tell them that we're going to make a change this year&lt;br /&gt;and if theyre not willing, then they're booted out&lt;br /&gt;now thats pretty harsh&lt;br /&gt;but because im so time restrictioned, it feels like i need to push everyone else&lt;br /&gt;into doing something productive&lt;br /&gt;but i guess for src.. thats a good thing because we're got heaps of ideas&lt;br /&gt;and well... we're actually following up on it&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE BUBBLER NEAR THE HALL!&lt;br /&gt;yes, thanks to me and src's bank account LOL&lt;br /&gt;work. gee whiz. i tell them absolute max is 2 shifts a week&lt;br /&gt;they've given me 3 for this week and next week =="&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mind i had 3 this week... because public holiday :P&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want that many at all :(&lt;br /&gt;im sick of being at work and stressing over school work&lt;br /&gt;not being completed before school the next day...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im still up at 12, just doing homework&lt;br /&gt;i dont go online or anything&lt;br /&gt;so theres no distractions&lt;br /&gt;its just simply, i come home late, i have heaps of homework. fml&lt;br /&gt;school work. screw you... seriously. its because of you that my life is so volatile atm&lt;br /&gt;i just really really dont understand you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;youre so hard :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRR THATS WHAT SHE SAID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im still immature &lt;a href="http://www.r05a.blogspot.com"&gt;rosa :P&lt;/a&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/8061025334981593894-7946083094138094834?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7946083094138094834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7946083094138094834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7946083094138094834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;sharing&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;br /&gt;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/8061025334981593894-2261254113323949064?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2261254113323949064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2261254113323949064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2261254113323949064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2261254113323949064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-3930251481831088237</id><published>2010-03-11T19:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:31:25.694+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconiliation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truth is im scared you'd read my blog and discover that i USED TO like you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was a great day...&lt;br /&gt;it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then i thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and i guess thats where it kind of went downhill? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh bleh bleh&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just had dinner.. cbf to blog anymore&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/8061025334981593894-3930251481831088237?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/3930251481831088237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=3930251481831088237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3930251481831088237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3930251481831088237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/03/reconiliation.html' title='Reconiliation'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8460854881809142049</id><published>2010-03-06T18:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:45:44.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen from jenn (:</title><content type='html'>I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am Catholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently in my PJs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed.&lt;br /&gt;I am married.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;I’m shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I currently regret something I have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I get mad I curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;I have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have at least one brother or sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been to another country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been told that I’m smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have had a broken bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have caller ID on my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last week.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me.&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;I like Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 CDs.&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I own and use a library card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;I read books for pleasure in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep a lot during the day.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly dislike math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will try ALMOST anything once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a job that I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently waiting for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost contact with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think Party In The USA is catchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’d date Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name all the past presidents of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know who was president before George Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need the internet to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer vanilla over chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched Star Trek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched all six movies of Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own an Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;I think music is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Music (BOLD THE ONES YOU LIKE)&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coldplay. Dave Matthews Band. David Bowie.&lt;/span&gt; Foo Fighters. Hellogoodbye. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Killers. James Blunt.&lt;/span&gt; Teddy Geiger. Linkin Park. Muse. Ok Go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;. Peter Bjorn.The Postal Service.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timbaland. Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;. Norah Jones. Drake.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fray&lt;/span&gt;. The Wreckers. Michael Buble. Beyoncé. Metallica. Massive Attack. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt;. Journey. The Cars. Supertramp. Eurythmics. Sublime. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;. Wu-tang Clan. Fergie. Sarah McLachlan. Band of Horses. J&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohn Mayer. Jason Mraz. Justin Timberlake. Michael Jackson. &lt;/span&gt;Kenny Chesney. Carrie Underwood. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Neil Young. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;. Brad Paisley. Tim McGraw. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;. P. Diddy. Jay Z. Lil’ Wayne. Lil’ Jon. Three 6 Mafia. Nelly. Young Joc. T.I. Sean Paul. 50 Cent. Eminem. Eiffel 65. Ace of Base. The Underdog Project. Dream Theater. Santana. Alicia Keys. Incubus. Victor Wooten. Ludacris. Gorillaz. Mayday Parade. Arctic Monkeys. Matchbox 20. Paramore. Say Anything. Taking Back Sunday. Eric Clapton. The Darkness. Weezer. The Eagles. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix. Maroon 5. Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;.Reel Big Fish. Anberlin. Mae. Family Force 5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AC/DC.&lt;/span&gt; Hootie and the Blowfish. Electric Six. Outkast. R.E.M. The White Stripes. Prince. Mika. Crystal Castles. Does It Offend You, Yeah. The Klaxons. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears. Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;. The Gossip. Lady GaGa. Nirvana. Smashing Pumpkins. Third Eye Blind. Metro Station. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motion City Soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt; The Rocket Summer. Tenacious D. Something Corporate. The All-American Rejects. The Moldy Peaches. Cold War Kids. Macy Gray. Mandy Moore. Plain White T’s. Train.Yeah Yeah Yeahs. My Chemical Romance. Fall Out Boy. We the Kings.The Rolling Stones. Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves. The Beastie Boys.The Strokes. Black Eyed Peas. Boys Like Girls. Miley Cyrus. Hannah Montana. Jonas Brothers. Demi Lovato. Selena Gomez. The Cure.Cobra Starship. Death Cab for Cutie. Deftones. Team Sleep. Filter. Goo Goo Dolls. Honor Society.Nevershoutnever! Katy Perry. Kid Cudi.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Owl City&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT SNSD, DBSK, SUPER JUNIOR, WONDERGIRLS&lt;/span&gt;? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Movies (BOLD THE ONES YOU’VE SEEN)&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice. Glory Road. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Princess Bride.&lt;/span&gt; Goonies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Center Stage.Ocean’s Eleven. &lt;/span&gt;Seven. Newsies. 300. Robin Hood Men In Tights. Love Actually. Garden State. Donnie Darko. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Best Friend’s Wedding. Anchorman&lt;/span&gt;. Drop Dead Gorgeous. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding Crashers.&lt;/span&gt; Elf. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoolander. Austin Powers. Clueless. Mean Girls. Hairspray.&lt;/span&gt;Moulin Rouge. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fight Club. Rocky. &lt;/span&gt;Pulp Fiction. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What A Girl Wants. Kill Bill.&lt;/span&gt; Thank You For Smoking. Little Miss Sunshine. Requiem for a Dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Departed.&lt;/span&gt; Dawn of the Dead. Memento. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lovely Bones. 17 Again. 8 Mile. Office Space. Snakes on a Plane. &lt;/span&gt;Boondock Saints. Say Anything. The Silence of the Lambs. S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aving Private Ryan. Superbad.The Prestige. Just Friends. The Devil Wears Prada.&lt;/span&gt; Under the Tuscan Sun. Titanic. Steel Magnolias. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw&lt;/span&gt;.Ace Ventura. S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he’s the Man&lt;/span&gt;. Because I Said So. Catch and Release. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music and Lyrics. Spanglish. Stick It. Step Up. The Fast and the Furious. Joyride. &lt;/span&gt;Halloween. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Italian Job. Crash. &lt;/span&gt;Must Love Dogs. The Last Kiss. C&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hicago.Harry Potter. Rush Hour. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. &lt;/span&gt;Clerks. Shooter. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bourne Identity. Meet the Parents. Dirty Dancing. A Christmas Story&lt;/span&gt;. Rudy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Treasure&lt;/span&gt;. Sleepless in Seattle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Congenialit&lt;/span&gt;y. The Science of Sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Matrix.&lt;/span&gt; Everything is Illuminated. Good Will Hunting. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Empire Records. &lt;b&gt; Phantom of the Opera. Lord of the Rings. Click. Scarface. District 9. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. TV (BOLD THE ONES YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN A COUPLE OF TIMES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;. Grey’s Anatomy. Saved by the Bell. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man vs. Wild. Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;. South Park. America’s Next Top Model. Gossip Girl. Sex and the City. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. Dawson’s Creek. The Big Bang Theory. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;. The Office. Lost. Miami Ink. Made. Arrested Development. That 70’s Show. Family Guy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;. Veronica Mars. Project Runway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;. Iron Chef. Alias. Pushing Dasies. Gilmore Girls. The Colbert Report. The Daily Show.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/span&gt;. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Will and Grace. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. House&lt;/span&gt;. To Catch A Predator. Whistler. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;. Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Unsolved Mysteries. 7th Heaven. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/span&gt;. Boston Legal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt;. What I Like About You. Reba. King of Queens. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;. The O.C. American Idol. Days of Our Lives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother.&lt;/span&gt; CSI. Boy Meets World.Law and Order. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numbers&lt;/span&gt;. Reno 911. I Love New York. Step by Step. Little People Big World. What Not To Wear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Wife and Kids&lt;/span&gt;. Moonlight.Supernatural. Ace of Cakes. White Collar. Nip/Tuck. The Biggest Loser.Beauty and the Geek. Battlestar Galactica. Stargate SG1. The Inferno. Scarred. Wild N Out. Real World. Whose Line is it Anyway?. Trinity Blood. Dead Like Me. Dragon Ball Z. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Futurama&lt;/span&gt;. Firefly. Medium. Star Trek. X-files. Cowboy BeBop. Sailor Moon.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My Name is Earl&lt;/span&gt;. Six Feet Under. Dancing With The Stars. Degrassi. Greek. Glee. Secret Life of the American Teenager. The Hills. Laguna Beach. Vampire Diaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8460854881809142049?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8460854881809142049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8460854881809142049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8460854881809142049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8460854881809142049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/03/stolen-from-jenn.html' title='stolen from jenn (:'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7430841450977683612</id><published>2010-02-24T15:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:37:43.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>worst feeling in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for those who saw at lunch today...&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously... nothing can get me more at heart than that..&lt;br /&gt;i felt like screaming, honestly&lt;br /&gt;except i just threw stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;pretending everything was okay...&lt;br /&gt;but damn. it just hurt like hell =="&lt;br /&gt;you know what... imma tell your bestestest friend&lt;br /&gt;and im going to start hating you&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully NEVER talk to you again&lt;br /&gt;because this is the most un-intentionally hurtful thing&lt;br /&gt;you've EVER EVER done&lt;br /&gt;so f@#$ you.&lt;br /&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/8061025334981593894-7430841450977683612?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7430841450977683612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7430841450977683612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7430841450977683612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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messages EVER&lt;br /&gt;you put your arm around me, then you turn your backside...&lt;br /&gt;you stare at me when i talk to other guys... you talk about other girls&lt;br /&gt;you say you love me, then ignore me for a while....&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say it, but im falling for you more and more&lt;br /&gt;and at some point soon, ill would have fallen too hard&lt;br /&gt;and i wont be able to pick myself up...&lt;br /&gt;i want to vent about everything about you&lt;br /&gt;im trying to in this post... but i dont know what to say to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, the end of the school is the best time of the day&lt;br /&gt;but being home is the worst part of the day =X (unless i have work ==' )&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/8061025334981593894-2327212754143459081?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2432561126843730536</id><published>2010-02-16T18:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:24:53.767+11:00</updated><title type='text'>stole from queer's gf on tumblr (:</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever tried ruining your relationships?&lt;br /&gt;not taht i know of.. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pashed someone today, didn’t you?&lt;br /&gt;LOL HOW DID YOU KNOW?!... not really =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you do when you’re mad?&lt;br /&gt;I dont talk at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;yeh i had a good DAY :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done any thing embarrassing lately?&lt;br /&gt;... tried to kick a ball and landed on my butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;br /&gt;didnt get enough you time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;pretty good... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend today?&lt;br /&gt;…$0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the last person you kissed cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember who i kissed last..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can make you feel better in a difficult situation?&lt;br /&gt;friends, boys. respectively =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone disgust you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?&lt;br /&gt;.... :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;"wake up mum. i have morning class"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;the new kid? LOL or maybe queer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they’re in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;.... LNKMDESFIODNOERHIDML :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;WORE JUST UNDIES FOR ABOUT AN HOUR &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say your last ex runs up to you and hugs you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;hug back =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken someone back after they hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot on your mind at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;a little on the heavier side. so yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer being locked in a room with your ex or your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;… LOL errr ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone yell at you today?&lt;br /&gt;Probably :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any make up right now?&lt;br /&gt;nah bro :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone disappointed you recently?&lt;br /&gt;A.A =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you’re giving up on?&lt;br /&gt;being friends with you &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you gone without sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;now? 12 hours i think -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like now?&lt;br /&gt;oogly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be rich and/or famous?&lt;br /&gt;rich :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to play with fire?&lt;br /&gt;YES 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeh :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;all butterfly-y from all these questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you’re not looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;leaving school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get angry easily?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing someone will buy for you?&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY A TNT OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking foward to anything?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time are you getting up tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;6am fml :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-2432561126843730536?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2432561126843730536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2432561126843730536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2432561126843730536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2432561126843730536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/02/stole-from-queers-gf-on-tumblr.html' title='stole from queer&apos;s gf on tumblr (:'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5355506467672238035</id><published>2010-02-15T19:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:34:42.283+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a peg-a-holic :$</title><content type='html'>1. Im scared to tease you about him in case you fall for him and he hurts you&lt;br /&gt;2. Knowing that you and him are "together" gives me a weird feeling...&lt;br /&gt;3. When you said you loved me... i fell in love with you again&lt;br /&gt;4. I was massively hurt to see you changed your facebook status change and you didnt even tell me, you changed it when i was in china... how heartless of you. i actually cried because i knew this was the end of our friendship :(&lt;br /&gt;5. im scared 2010 will screw me over&lt;br /&gt;6. My last 'relationship' taught me not to fall for someone that hard, i learnt from it but yet i still did&lt;br /&gt;7. Almost of my Tumblr is dedicated to you D:&lt;br /&gt;8. I talk about you a lot because it relieves me and i know that everyone is probably sick of it&lt;br /&gt;9. The day i landed in Australia... i was actually very scared of coming to school. I kept on thinking that the new kids would take over and take all my friends and convince them to hate me :$&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss you unbelieveably Calvin He....&lt;br /&gt;11. When i heard your name mentioned at year assembly i immediately sat up but then i sank back down again when i realised that i was surrounded by my guy friends. im scared you'll think im a slut&lt;br /&gt;12. It actually hurts a lot when i see "red" with you :(&lt;br /&gt;13. I love my group way way more than him. but i never find the words to say it&lt;br /&gt;14. Im scared to talk to sydney tech guys now&lt;br /&gt;15. If i wasnt so much in love with him, i would have fallen for you by now&lt;br /&gt;16. I like the teasing... most of the time (:&lt;br /&gt;17. After last night, i secretly to myself hope that one day, two boys will fight it out for me. but im sure that if that day comes, i wont want it&lt;br /&gt;18. Im scared that one day ill burst out into tears at school and scare the new kids&lt;br /&gt;19. Im terrified of loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;20. Crying right because of 10 .... sigh... i did on valentines day as well... thanks for making an example in what a friend is like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5355506467672238035?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5355506467672238035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5355506467672238035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5355506467672238035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5355506467672238035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/02/confessions-of-peg-holic.html' title='Confessions of a peg-a-holic :$'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6223539979195967119</id><published>2010-02-14T01:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:38:33.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>those piercing words of yours =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6223539979195967119?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6223539979195967119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6223539979195967119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6223539979195967119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6223539979195967119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5485425799372496997</id><published>2010-02-13T01:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:55:31.427+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK =D</title><content type='html'>thankyou ebony for pointing that out ! :D&lt;br /&gt;and first comments in a LONG time by rosa haha :')&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;YOU GRRR... i hate you D:&lt;br /&gt;my mood evolved around you&lt;br /&gt;morning, saw you &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;saw you with her &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;saw you dance &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;saw you walk away &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;saw you come over to me &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;class &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;prefect induction &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;catering for you &gt; happy xD&lt;br /&gt;picking a rose for you &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;waiting to give you a rose &gt; nervous D:&lt;br /&gt;giving you the rose &gt; scared&lt;br /&gt;you walking away from me &gt; cutttttt D:&lt;br /&gt;seeing you with other girls &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;you gave me a rose &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;looked at it, over thought things &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;saw you after school with my rose in your hand &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;saw that you had another rose in your hand &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;gave me a chocolate &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;sat together on train &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;your station &gt; unhappy&lt;br /&gt;thought of you &gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hours past-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me about another girl &gt; extremely sadasuoifhkekfheifa&lt;br /&gt;your dedication &gt; really happy :D&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;3"&gt; happier :)&lt;br /&gt;went to shower/eat &gt; missed you :$&lt;br /&gt;waited for you to come back &gt; very tired&lt;br /&gt;you came back &gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;told you to sleep &gt; satifisied (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5485425799372496997?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5485425799372496997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5485425799372496997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5485425799372496997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5485425799372496997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-back-d.html' title='I AM BACK =D'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2687471200697236237</id><published>2010-02-08T15:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:00:01.764+11:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome me home (:</title><content type='html'>IM BACK TOMORROW! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-2687471200697236237?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2687471200697236237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2687471200697236237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2687471200697236237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2687471200697236237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-me-home.html' title='welcome me home (:'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5768937123582402269</id><published>2010-01-18T23:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:44:02.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>so i guess this goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE BLOGGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILL BE BACK ON THE 9TH, SCHOOL ON THE 10TH :)&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/8061025334981593894-5768937123582402269?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5768937123582402269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5768937123582402269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5768937123582402269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5768937123582402269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-guess-this-goodbye.html' title='so i guess this goodbye'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6986149704090443565</id><published>2010-01-13T00:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:13:30.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>track me down before i take the dive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;we get so difficult for what we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;we're just friends, yeh i might just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but we're just friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;why do we always fight :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;why is that when we do fight... its always so intense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i find myself glued to this stupid box of mixed wires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;and i cant pull myself away because i know not everything is okay between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but most of all, it feels like im at war with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;because really.. IT HURTS =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but the stuff we said afterwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i guess, it made me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;that you're really worth fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but fighting you FOR you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;seems hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;gah im hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;im glad you thanked me things you wouldnt tell anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;guess made me feel special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but im sorry i cant really tell you about anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;because well... do you really wanna listen about you? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;i just wish you knew that i only get upset at people i trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;and even though i might be saying all this hurtful things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;im really saying that i trust you to be there for me :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;argh i cant believe im even saying this crap ... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;its like im head over heels for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;and im starting to believe it too &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but i dont mind falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;because you when we really want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;we understand each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;and i dont know.. tahts the kind of person im looking for? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but we're pretty similar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;which wont be a good thing after a while... right? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;we both do things on impulse and act on our feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;so we'd be a troublesome pair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;hmmm =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but it'll be worth it =X&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/8061025334981593894-6986149704090443565?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6986149704090443565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7027047191730634163</id><published>2010-01-08T21:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:58:03.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres to you; SJF (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funerals are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to describe it,&lt;br /&gt;you get there and you immediately fall apart&lt;br /&gt;everyone's smiling but you can tell that deep down they're aching.&lt;br /&gt;and thats exactly how i felt...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;when we first got there there was a smidge of sadness&lt;br /&gt;but i thought id get through it&lt;br /&gt;considering how much i cried beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;first big blow of sadness came across&lt;br /&gt;when i standing outside the door before we went in,&lt;br /&gt;two people who mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;were standing infront of me, crying.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes a puffy red, tissues in hand.&lt;br /&gt;These people where his parents, my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;If this is the pain that i felt, i can only imagine how much this hurts them...&lt;br /&gt;within seconds, my dad started crying&lt;br /&gt;and trust me.. i was holding it back so badly.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After meeting new people/relatives&lt;br /&gt;i was able to smile again (Y)&lt;br /&gt;but then my cousin came up to me&lt;br /&gt;and gave me the biggest hug ever&lt;br /&gt;first time id seen him in more than 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;it was one of those perfect hugs to cry in &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;where you felt like you could trust them so much to cry and cry&lt;br /&gt;thats the thing i love about my cousin&lt;br /&gt;he had sunglasses on, but you could see through them&lt;br /&gt;thats what hurt...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;while walking inside,&lt;br /&gt;my grandparents held hands and cried together&lt;br /&gt;cutest thing under the worst circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;we sat at the dead front...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but when i did my speech&lt;br /&gt;i basically... crashed :(&lt;br /&gt;i started crying unbelievably&lt;br /&gt;my legs turned into jelly and well.. it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;it was the hardest things i had ever done&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im glad i did&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you would have been proud&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we'd spent more time together&lt;br /&gt;i wish i came to realise how talented and special you are&lt;br /&gt;and continue to be.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i didnt take the time&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that we ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;i would change it if i could&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really wanna finish this...&lt;br /&gt;so i wont :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-175168153837912851</id><published>2010-01-02T16:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:17:17.962+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres to the year ahead</title><content type='html'>In 2009 I...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dumped someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Was dumped by someone&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Dyed my hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] Failed a class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fell in love&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had more than one boyfriend/ girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Snuck out of my house&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried because I missed someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had detention(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Missed curfew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kissed someone who I regret kissing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Danced crazily with my friends all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gained confidence&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gained new friends&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] Changed my look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 I want to...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be more outgoing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get better grades&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Care less about how I look&lt;br /&gt;[x] Care more about how I look&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be crazier&lt;br /&gt;[x] Get a new bf/ gf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stay with the bf/ gf I have right now&lt;br /&gt;[x] Keep my resolution&lt;br /&gt;[x] To be more of myself around people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, my age was: 14 &gt; 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to describe 2009: AWWWWWWEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOMMMMMEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 I will be turning: the sweetest kind of 16 xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I want to happen in 2010: get a bf &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I don't want to happen in 2010: my group to split up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theme song to 2009 would be: gosh i dont know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite colour in 2009: red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends in 2009: EBONY alvi joannie lisa jenny judy nina ann lucyh etc etc you know who you are :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, will you miss 2009: honestly... yes, a lot :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-175168153837912851?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/175168153837912851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=175168153837912851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I avoid some people on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thought about cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate the way I look most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the way I look most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been swimming in an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been swimming in a lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a sibling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pets - do you couldnt my sister as one?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on vacation recently&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;I am insanely shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m on a sports team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My best friend is a boy&lt;/span&gt; &gt; one of ?&lt;br /&gt;I play music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t remember the last time I mailed a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk on the phone almost every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I drink milk almost every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone in a bathroom&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve kissed someone at school&lt;/span&gt; - heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone I just met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve kissed a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch tv&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t care less about video games&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a crush on someone for 5+ years&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never asked someone out&lt;br /&gt;I can touch my nose with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;I love pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I actually love going grocery shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been to another continent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I had time to watch more movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss being a little kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a public pool recently&lt;br /&gt;Summer is my favorite time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter is my favorite time of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a favorite holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a favorite holiday other than Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a concert recently this year&lt;br /&gt;I drive&lt;br /&gt;I have my own car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My room is almost always messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m listening to music right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music helps me work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last person I texted was a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new phone really bad&lt;br /&gt;I love cartoons family guy.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I drank was water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to play with barbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I collect something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a carnival recently&lt;br /&gt;I know what syncopation is&lt;br /&gt;I need to charge my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a huge crush on someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone within the last 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m still in my pyjamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to school tomorrow &gt; i wish :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to clean something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve hurt myself on purpose&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thrown up on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve eaten something weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m an extremely picky eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been out to eat recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate big groups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember the last party I went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the phone right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching tv right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m eating right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the phone, watching tv, and eating right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People say I’m funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People say I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told that I have gorgeous eyes&lt;br /&gt;I need new clothes really badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair is up right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to shave my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember the last time I went to the doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually use my locker at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I showered last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I spy with my little eye something that is green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I spy with my little eye something that is round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I spy with my little eye something that is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone I know has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone I know has had cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s past my bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve moved before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve moved 4+ times&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten something removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People tell me that I have good hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People tell me that they like my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I had some money right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a stupid class ring&lt;br /&gt;I’m listening to someone talking right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to the boy I like right now &gt;  i am.. unfortunately =="&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone in front of my parents&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone on New Year’s&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember the last time I tripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a picture of me from where I’m sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can see my reflection from where I’m sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m kinda scared of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to sleep with the door open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s hard to sleep without a blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s morning&lt;br /&gt;I played soccer when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I played basketball when I was little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ears are pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly button is pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I plan on going to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I plan on getting married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I plan on having some kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysit&lt;br /&gt;I still get an allowance&lt;br /&gt;I curse a lot&lt;br /&gt;I got so drunk last night&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to a wedding recently&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met someone special on vacation&lt;br /&gt;I have an accent&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who has been homeschooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know someone in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing really well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can dance really well&lt;/span&gt; &gt; sigh.. i guess im alright&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never slow danced with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suck at spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suck at math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I recycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am pro-choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some rednecks&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a new piercing&lt;br /&gt;I hate MTV and VH1&lt;br /&gt;I miss an ex&lt;br /&gt;I still love an ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve slapped someone&lt;/span&gt; &gt; SORRY ROBERT Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve punched someone&lt;/span&gt; &gt; not in the face :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been told that I have a nice butt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my boobs are too small&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;I can play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can speak another language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am fluent in another language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been told that I can’t dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I have a sweet facial piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to practice something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Canada&lt;br /&gt;I’ve traveled across the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I live on the east coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to the beach last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember the last time I was insanely sunburned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to waste time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to get asked out soon&lt;br /&gt;I keep a journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t remember the last dream I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first kiss kinda sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think smoking cigarettes is gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wearing something that belongs to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom fixed the last meal I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve never gotten my nails done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing homework right now&lt;br /&gt;I’m adopted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love sappy movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love horror movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love musicals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve seen a broadway show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person I hugged was my mom&lt;br /&gt;All of my grandparents are alive&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven’t talked to my best friend all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I’m short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes my socks don’t match &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t wait till my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not like everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like thunderstorms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone’s mad at me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate when people are rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m an optimist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first relationship ended badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love when boys hold doors open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed 2+ people in one day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a boy sleep over at my house&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught doing drugs&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught cheating&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been to Disneyland/Disneyworld&lt;br /&gt;I’ve passed out from drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get angry easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m laid back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate most girls&lt;br /&gt;I love getting new shoes&lt;br /&gt;I hate Chinese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t remember the last time I was grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been in love before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been cheated on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are certain songs that remind me of my ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave someone their first kiss&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair more often than I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve been to a funeral this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am insanely hungry right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay BLEH gotta vent now :(&lt;br /&gt;im so angry at you ... gah and you're probably guilty..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a bitch because i wasnt upset at you before&lt;br /&gt;annoyed maybe.. but not pissed off&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i wish i could take back everything..&lt;br /&gt;but i know that this is what i was really thinking/feeling&lt;br /&gt;so i shouldnt want to take it back...&lt;br /&gt;gah fml&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/8061025334981593894-6942783274420650157?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2396229178868150111</id><published>2009-12-27T01:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:32:10.597+11:00</updated><title type='text'>big fish, little fish, cardboard box</title><content type='html'>do i even like you?&lt;br /&gt;a part of me hates you&lt;br /&gt;a part of me enjoys your company.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get excited when you reply to me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;i just get frustrated that im going to have to once again,&lt;br /&gt;re-ignite the convo&lt;br /&gt;and i try, i try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;i am fed up :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;today at work&lt;br /&gt;you were all i could think of&lt;br /&gt;and my manager noticed&lt;br /&gt;and he pulled me aside&lt;br /&gt;i told him about you... i felt comfortable telling him though&lt;br /&gt;i felt like crying infront of him&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt, because people care too much&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i listened to big fish, little fish, cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;and now im feeling better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-2396229178868150111?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2396229178868150111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2396229178868150111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2396229178868150111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2396229178868150111'/><link 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:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4246338559430946555</id><published>2009-12-22T22:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:33:03.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>because this is always how it ends up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone seems so disapproving,&lt;br /&gt;go and hate him, make it a joke.&lt;br /&gt;im starting not to care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;it hurts everytime, yeh it actually does.&lt;br /&gt;it brings me down. and funnily enough&lt;br /&gt;out of the two times, its been in a group convo.&lt;br /&gt;you know.. at first i thought&lt;br /&gt;"hey this might actually be fun"&lt;br /&gt;because i knew that even though hes the guy,&lt;br /&gt;hes JUST a guy and he wont hurt me that much&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, its not even him...&lt;br /&gt;its the negative comments, its the "i hate him"&lt;br /&gt;thats what hurts me most.&lt;br /&gt;i can however, think of a few who have supported me throughout&lt;br /&gt;frick this hurts.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you've changed so mcuh&lt;br /&gt;make me feel worthless all the time&lt;br /&gt;make me feel like you dont want me in your life&lt;br /&gt;i tried pulling you back&lt;br /&gt;but you ran away, over and over&lt;br /&gt;to other friends&lt;br /&gt;and now, now ive stopped trying&lt;br /&gt;so dont complain you're left out&lt;br /&gt;because you did that to yourself&lt;br /&gt;we invite you to everything&lt;br /&gt;but you're always with someone else&lt;br /&gt;so its not MY fault&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you really want to be cool...&lt;br /&gt;and youd do anything for it to happen&lt;br /&gt;sorry to say this, but to me&lt;br /&gt;you're degrading yourself&lt;br /&gt;and it annoys me so much&lt;br /&gt;because nothing else really matters to you, does it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just like her, except you want the guys&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be cool with the guys&lt;br /&gt;well you are? and thats not enough for you&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what ever is anymore&lt;br /&gt;dont even know you anymore :(&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/8061025334981593894-4246338559430946555?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4246338559430946555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4246338559430946555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6182357742569914716</id><published>2009-12-20T01:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:19:56.662+11:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz :L</title><content type='html'>Name everyone you kissed this year:&lt;br /&gt;mummy and daddy and my sister :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your last kiss mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;what last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you had strong romantic feelings for this year?&lt;br /&gt;probably just one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;yehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it awkward when you run into your ex's?&lt;br /&gt;rofl did once... goddamn, i ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you look at and automatically smile?&lt;br /&gt;yehs :(&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;Who do you blame for your bad mood today?&lt;br /&gt;him =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person who you went out to eat with?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable hanging out with your friend's boyfriends/girlfriends?​&lt;br /&gt;ROFL yeh im really good at 3rd wheeling :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything happened to you in the past month that made you really mad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any people who don't like you?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yeh im sure of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;work 4-8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember names or faces better?&lt;br /&gt;Faces obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;talking to people/person :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed underwater?&lt;br /&gt;LOL wtf? :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;yehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;work 6 - 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;same one as before =X nina will know what im takling about LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to, and your sure they wont tell?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you care if you saw the person you like, kissing someone else?&lt;br /&gt;WTF OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something that’s bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;he likes her D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you change your phone background a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. default photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather take a relationship really slow or really fast?&lt;br /&gt;really fast :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could ever hug yourself to see if you’re a good hugger?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA no... but now i do! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you commit to one person?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i actually can if i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;in some ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your relationship between you and the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;which one? nina, joannie or phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;a few cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a shy person or outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;i am shy when im around a new bunch of people, but usually outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to ask you if you were okay right now, are you?&lt;br /&gt;honestly? no not really &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with a $100 bill you found on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;save it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;good question :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you hugged older than you?&lt;br /&gt;... yehs :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;not really D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loud person?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;yehs :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeh probably, doesnt mean im going to! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being the first person to start a conversation?&lt;br /&gt;you have no freaking idea =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having?&lt;br /&gt;cold shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired right now?&lt;br /&gt;yehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you first see this morning besides family?&lt;br /&gt;myself! oh owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all of your friends in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of them x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, are you more warm or cold?&lt;br /&gt;Warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;which hair? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever held hands with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the book you're reading called?&lt;br /&gt;dont read books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;yeh, only ever meant to once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you wouldn't mind punching?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;Yehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet the last male you texted?&lt;br /&gt;jake - work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you heard someone singing?&lt;br /&gt;now. its called itunes (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time are you going to bed tonight?&lt;br /&gt;waiting on him ==". asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last call?&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6182357742569914716?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6182357742569914716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6182357742569914716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6182357742569914716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6182357742569914716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-quiz-l.html' title='another quiz :L'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-740836812152595247</id><published>2009-12-19T17:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:20:55.440+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ffs.</title><content type='html'>"hello my name is amy :). i know took me a while to find this new post... xD but i got here right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss being annoyed and upset over the littlest things like boys :). when i get to year ten... im not even sure that i would be affected by these creatures as much as now and as much as before :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was wrong. so so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken, yet again :(&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;leading&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;i hate you .&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/8061025334981593894-740836812152595247?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/740836812152595247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=740836812152595247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/740836812152595247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/740836812152595247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/ffs.html' title='ffs.'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-7478326710756084391</id><published>2009-12-19T01:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:45:04.428+11:00</updated><title type='text'>because this is how boring my life is :D</title><content type='html'>THIS YEAR I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed single for the whole year - way to me feel lonely =X&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(X) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke someone else’s heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a stalker - i was a stalker too -hi5-&lt;br /&gt;(X) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) someone questioned your sexual orientation - QUEER IN YEAR 11 HAHAHA NOOB&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a relationship with someone you’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(X) done something you’ve regretted&lt;br /&gt;(X) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;(X) ran a mile (probably)&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;(x) posted a blog&lt;br /&gt;(X) listened to music you couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;(x) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;(x) went camping&lt;br /&gt;(x) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;(... xLOL) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;(x) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(X) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;(X) told someone you were busy when you weren’t&lt;br /&gt;(x) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;(X) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;(XX) lost something/someone important to you&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied&lt;br /&gt;(x) went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried over a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;(X) disappointed someone close&lt;br /&gt;(X) hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;(X) pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;( ) kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(X) forgot your new years resolution (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;(X) met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;(x) met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;(X) changed your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;(X) sat home all day doing nothing (story of my life)&lt;br /&gt;(X) pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;(x) left the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost died&lt;br /&gt;(X) given up something important to you&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost something expensive&lt;br /&gt;(X) learned something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x) tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it - asian music :L&lt;br /&gt;(X) made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;(x) found out who your true friends were&lt;br /&gt;(X) met great people&lt;br /&gt;(X) stayed up til sunrise&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;( ) was never home on weekends&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(X) had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a high cell phone bill&lt;br /&gt;(X) spent most of your money on food&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to the beach with (some of) your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;(X) gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) liked more than 5 people at the same time - WTF&lt;br /&gt;(X) became closer with a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i really like you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-7478326710756084391?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/7478326710756084391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=7478326710756084391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7478326710756084391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/7478326710756084391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-this-is-how-boring-my-life-is-d.html' title='because this is how boring my life is :D'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-3956741620985272882</id><published>2009-12-17T21:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:58:52.934+11:00</updated><title type='text'>all i really hope for, is that you never read my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol :(&lt;br /&gt;knew this would happen&lt;br /&gt;but not so soon...?&lt;br /&gt;wish you were neutral... wish you didnt have to like her&lt;br /&gt;it hurts... so... much&lt;br /&gt;right when i was getting a kick out of this&lt;br /&gt;wish this turns into a week thing&lt;br /&gt;really really hope so&lt;br /&gt;dont want to spend my holidays moping around x_x&lt;br /&gt;far out. stop using that face... KFWGUDIJNKRFHODN&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;note to audience, this bit is weird&lt;br /&gt;because i feel upset and angry&lt;br /&gt;so i thought id express my emotions as a joking way&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt hurt as much (Y)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you're such an ass...&lt;br /&gt;an ass with a huge piece of shit oozing out&lt;br /&gt;you're that bright orange piece of carrot&lt;br /&gt;that stomach acids just cant get rid of&lt;br /&gt;you're in the freaking toilet&lt;br /&gt;and i can flush you down WHENNEEVVERRR i want&lt;br /&gt;as they say, "if its yellow, let it mellow. if its brown, flush it down"&lt;br /&gt;WELL YOU'RE SO BROWN YOU'RE BLACK&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, you're not only the piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;BUT you're also the toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'RE AN ASSWHIPE&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay that was surprisingly comforting :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight blogger!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR CHEERING ME UP =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/8061025334981593894-3956741620985272882?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/3956741620985272882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=3956741620985272882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3956741620985272882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/3956741620985272882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-really-hope-for-is-that-you-never.html' title='all i really hope for, is that you never read my blog'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-483179530574521478</id><published>2009-12-16T19:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:26:39.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for last weeks &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL IS ALWAYS FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to blog about it laterrsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now! going out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my invite .. again! why do i have to earn money for... NO REALLY WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have 6 bucks in my bank account =X&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/8061025334981593894-483179530574521478?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/483179530574521478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=483179530574521478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/483179530574521478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/483179530574521478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-god-for-last-weeks-3.html' title='thank god for last weeks &lt;3'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6663578381922242588</id><published>2009-12-15T18:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:09:06.512+11:00</updated><title type='text'>no, not about formal either...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you're music makes me have butterflies fml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what this feeling is...&lt;br /&gt;i realised that it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;i dont show it... but a lot of you breaks me&lt;br /&gt;you ACTUALLY have a huge effect on me&lt;br /&gt;who are you? just some boy really&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like it how you can make me smile&lt;br /&gt;or make me upset for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;and today, you did both.&lt;br /&gt;you're so ... mean! i somehow find it amazingly cute&lt;br /&gt;i find your weirdness entertaining&lt;br /&gt;you're hideous too!&lt;br /&gt;and i still find it cute... Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;why? why whywhywhywhywhywhy&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so insecure about the way i am&lt;br /&gt;because i feel like im not good enough for you =X&lt;br /&gt;i feel like you're better than me in everything im good at&lt;br /&gt;because well.. you are?&lt;br /&gt;and every mistake you make, you smile it off&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me smile x_x&lt;br /&gt;i thought this would last.. a week max?&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like im falling deeper...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;which isnt very... me&lt;br /&gt;im the kind of girl who doesnt care what everyone else thinks&lt;br /&gt;but you... you're changing me... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm more asian now D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to be myself around you&lt;br /&gt;because we're so different, but we're the same&lt;br /&gt;makes no sense...&lt;br /&gt;but this WHOLE THING makes me no sense&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely hate feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;being captured by you and everything :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;havent had such a lovey dovey blog in a long time&lt;br /&gt;so there... thats what im thinking/feeling right 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/8061025334981593894-6663578381922242588?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6663578381922242588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6663578381922242588&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6663578381922242588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6663578381922242588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-not-about-formal-either.html' title='no, not about formal either...'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-428580856096351714</id><published>2009-12-12T13:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:38:41.500+11:00</updated><title type='text'>#360 - ill blog about formal some other time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;7 &lt;span class="caps"&gt;SINS SURVEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Sworn at your parents?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hated them?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been furious with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Angry at someone for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Hated a friend?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Held a grudge?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sought revenge?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Yelled at a friend?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hit a wall in rage?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had desire for excess money?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Wanted more of something when you had enough?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Kept to yourself instead of sharing?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Wanted more than you have?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Bragged to someone?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had an ego trip?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt better than those around you?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt "too good" to do something?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt like you didn't need offered help?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Talked about yourself too much?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Basked in your accomplishments?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt like nobody was as good as you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL TOO MUCH PRIDE :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Wanted something a friend owned?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt jealous of a friends talents?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt envious of someones accomplishments?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Or of their grades?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Or their salary and or amount of cash?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]What about someone else's clothes?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Appearance or looks?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ever liked a friends bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had dirty thoughts of someone you werent dating?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been in a suggestive situation with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;If so, whom?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had dirty thoughts of your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been to 1st base?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]2nd?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]3rd?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]4th?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Put off a huge project till the last day?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Planned your day but not acted upon it?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Thought of something but didn't feel like doing it?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ignored homework in a class your failing?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Told yourself "I'll do it later"?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Slept in past noon?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sat on the sofa for hours on a beautiful day?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Not wanted to do anything physical?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Im a sloth as well? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Pigged out?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Till your stomach hurt?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blown your paycheck in one day?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Wasted your money?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spent a lot on yourself but not others?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hogged something?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Kept doing something even though you told yourself to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this quiz...im such a bad person D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-428580856096351714?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/428580856096351714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=428580856096351714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/428580856096351714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/428580856096351714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/12/360-ill-blog-about-formal-some-other.html' title='#360 - ill blog about formal some other time'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6667918685767474938</id><published>2009-12-08T18:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:05:37.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>and it feels like we belong together (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i havent been worried about formal&lt;br /&gt;i still need to buy shoes, a clutch, jewellery and hair stuff&lt;br /&gt;why im not stressing you ask?&lt;br /&gt;because it doesnt really matter to me :)&lt;br /&gt;and i hate formal shopping, so im belaying it as much as possible xD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i feel very busy with everything!&lt;br /&gt;but there isnt really anything that needs to be done (apart from formal)&lt;br /&gt;i should really de-stress and relax&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant...&lt;br /&gt;and i cant do any work either!&lt;br /&gt;i tried to help with phil's assessment&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldnt put myself to sit down and research&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo hard D: but i tried?&lt;br /&gt;i did a crap job of it though haha xD&lt;br /&gt;sorry phillip enego :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;work... its pretty LAME now :S&lt;br /&gt;kind of boring now that the manager who im tight with&lt;br /&gt;isnt really working anymore&lt;br /&gt;because hes got other commitments (yeh i know)&lt;br /&gt;getting uni 'on-the-job experience'&lt;br /&gt;now work is starting to become a chore&lt;br /&gt;they always put me on till so late.. it annoys me tbh&lt;br /&gt;i rather crappy 4 hour shifts than like 6pm - 12am =="&lt;br /&gt;i need my freaking sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out with my friends! D:&lt;br /&gt;been so hectic lately with everything&lt;br /&gt;like src, multicultural day etc&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MULTICULTURAL DAY &lt;3 :)&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing fun&lt;br /&gt;except when i felt sick, threw up on stage&lt;br /&gt;dont worry guys.. i swallowed xD&lt;br /&gt;because im clean (H) LMAO&lt;br /&gt;i was damn tired throughout&lt;br /&gt;didnt take away the enthusiasm though :D&lt;br /&gt;when i was dizzy/sick&lt;br /&gt;the year 10/11 chicks took awesome care of me xD&lt;br /&gt;oh and we now have fans LOL YAY&lt;br /&gt;i feel famous&lt;br /&gt;yes im so lame :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i like a boy :D&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/8061025334981593894-6667918685767474938?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-1983832825602935340</id><published>2009-11-26T20:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:18:02.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember when we used to stay up talking hours on end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember when we used to be heaps tight back " in the day" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how close i get to my guy friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they cant really replace you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stopped talking to all your friends because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you got hurt that i talked to them a lot more than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stopped for you and you didnt appreciate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much that i hate me, you and them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they came between us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went with them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why didnt you stop me...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i came back for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were gone... you found another best girl friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didnt know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeh im jealous, like you were.. if anything, more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you ditched me for her on the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the night, i was pretty miserable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if i could have come, you wouldnt have changed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss your sisters asking you about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss being the question mark in the back of your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone jokingly described you as an asshole today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i agreed, i dont know if i was joking though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont talk to him much either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in fact, i dont talk to any sydney tech guys anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first, i had one close friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then 3; 4...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i ended up knowing a lot of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like a plauge, except worst...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more friendships i made, the more i lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was at the point where i had more distant friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then close friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said to myself that we're all still close, it was only distance that seperated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was proved wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even a hi, not a " how are you ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only a " sorry i got to go" or a silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss being excited every second friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss getting lost in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss laughing at us being stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the goodmornings (#)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the hour-long goodnights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the deep and meaningfuls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-1983832825602935340?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/1983832825602935340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=1983832825602935340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1983832825602935340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1983832825602935340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-when.html' title='remember when'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8630321323712476325</id><published>2009-11-25T21:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:48:19.497+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn’t feel like anything else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;So what am I meant to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Sit here, watch you leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Im not good at being patient and im not good without you &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;You said you wanted a best friend… I tried to give you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;But you never wanted it enough, enough to try to keep in contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Its okay, life gets too busy for best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;What about adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;They have best friends… but they hardly ever see each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Its so hard… maybe I just need to think that we are best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;But we're older now and we don't NEED to cling onto each other for every second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;We are allowed to separate for weeks at a time without feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;But why am I still so childish?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8630321323712476325?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8630321323712476325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8630321323712476325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8630321323712476325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8630321323712476325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/11/didnt-feel-like-anything-else.html' title='Didn’t feel like anything else'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2573744641008915360</id><published>2009-11-24T19:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:03:45.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>letting the words slip through my fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Z.&lt;br /&gt;you're always first. always. (the irony of the Z) i dont think you quite know who much you mean to me :S i realise how much my mood reflects on how we're doing... when we were fighting, it felt like me against the world. but when we're great, i enjoy life. worst thing is, i know you dont have the same idea as me?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;br /&gt;i asked him about everything and he was pretty shocked that someone would think that? i honestly was pretty shocked... and well, i dont believe you. at. all. dont lie, it'll hurt her, him and even me&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;br /&gt;you're stronger than i thought. you're stronger than YOU thought. im proud of you for it. you're absolutely amazing, i wish you knew that. you're damn close to perfection. you deserve ANYONE in the whole world, even that random asian celeb :L&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;you're really flirty compared to before... you used to be a quiet little girl, but you have changed so incredibly much. out of curiousity... do you feel guilty?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;you care about your appearance way more than you should. you are so pretty in a lot of ways, but you look into the mirror and dont like what you see... but why?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;br /&gt;to me, you havent really changed. i think its because im a tad self-centered and only realise that it is me who has changed.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;why do you get annoyed whenever i talk to your friends? i wish you actually realised... i met you through a friend.. and you know what? im trying for you, i dont talk to them anymore because of you. so i sure hope you realise and talk to me... but you're not going to because i know your very stubborn that way. because its sooo you to turn your back on someone and pretend they arent there. i know you well enough to know when your upset, angry and frustrated. i just wished you would let me help you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JJJLO&lt;br /&gt;i never realised how much you can miss a group of people until camp... like... wow :S it would have been the best camp ever if you were there :(&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/8061025334981593894-2573744641008915360?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2573744641008915360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2573744641008915360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2573744641008915360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2573744641008915360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-words-slip-through-my-fingers.html' title='letting the words slip through my fingers'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4069046704021111207</id><published>2009-11-14T11:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:42:38.104+11:00</updated><title type='text'>if this ever gets read by you</title><content type='html'>“It’s okay. Really, it is. But I’m just scared that.. that it’s gonna be like this more and more as time goes on. That we’ll eventually stop having time for each other. That we’ll grow apart. I don’t want to grow apart. I don’t want to lose you. But I’m scared that I will. I understand, that I can’t always be there for you. But I want to, as much as I can be there, letting you know that you will make it. Please let me be there. I can’t lose you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret: im not quite sure why im upset at you, and why im angry, but i am. i really really am. In the mix of our silent convosations and lack of time, we slowly drifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbl, work called me in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-4069046704021111207?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4069046704021111207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4069046704021111207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4069046704021111207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4069046704021111207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-this-ever-gets-read-by-you.html' title='if this ever gets read by you'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4351248434864792672</id><published>2009-11-08T09:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:29:02.138+11:00</updated><title type='text'>just felt like blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school cert is coming up soon,&lt;br /&gt;by soon i mean tomorrow =\&lt;br /&gt;should really study, but cbb :(&lt;br /&gt;i have this crappy feeling that im going to get a band 4 =\&lt;br /&gt;because i always do so crap... D:&lt;br /&gt;but last year... band 4 people were people who were like....&lt;br /&gt;no in the top 25% of the grade... so what does that mean? :S&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty low isnt it...?&lt;br /&gt;isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, i cant say it isnt my fault about the whole camp activities&lt;br /&gt;because i did screw it up, but i guess...&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt everyone do that? just so their own group could be together?&lt;br /&gt;i thought that if i sorted it out beforehand... it would turn out alright&lt;br /&gt;you see, i didnt plan this... it just happened... it wasnt me who forgot people...&lt;br /&gt;now i wont point the finger or anything, but just because im not one of you&lt;br /&gt;doesnt mean it was all my fault&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh... thought id point out that... if you wasnt with my group... both your groups would have been scattered... because by the time everyone came... the groups were basically all gone&lt;br /&gt;so what can i say...&lt;br /&gt;im giving you permission to bitch about me...&lt;br /&gt;pretend you hate me... its okay, seriously&lt;br /&gt;just please dont bitch about the friends in your own group&lt;br /&gt;i can take it, because im not your best friend&lt;br /&gt;and i understand why you would want to...&lt;br /&gt;this is weird i know.. :S but i dont mind so much anymore...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for telling me, i really respect you for saying sorry and confessing :)&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/8061025334981593894-4351248434864792672?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4351248434864792672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4351248434864792672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4351248434864792672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4351248434864792672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-felt-like-blogging.html' title='just felt like blogging'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6350226847863348607</id><published>2009-10-28T20:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:46:49.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It was not very nice of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;It's the feeling when you get when someone points out something bad about you… their words pierce through your spine when they talk about it as though they have the perfect life, the personality…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Then they start saying horrible things about themselves, saying "I think im a terrible person." Or "everyday, I feel as though everyone else is better than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I get how sometimes you feel as though sometimes people are smarter, prettier, more liked than you. In the end, does saying you feel that way do any difference? To me, it just frustrates me because you make it feel as though im the one at fault, that its me who is hurting you. You call me all this load of crap, and you still expect me to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;What benefit did you have by saying I got jealous easier than everyone else? Yeh, I know I get jealous very often… but what's your point? Why do you need to yet again remind me of my imperfections? Then you say "Yet even more, you're very defensive" I am STILL waiting for my response. I'm not lying because I do get jealous easy, and I am very defensive. I'm also pretty annoying, weird and get frustrated and stressed very easily. Then I say as a JOKE "yeh well… you're up yourself" then you go on about how you hate your life. What did you expect me to say? Did you want me to put my arm over you and say that you're a great person and that life is unfair? Do you want me to LIE to you? I told you that you'll get over it… no need to start swearing at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Life is not as bad as everyone puts it. In most cases, we get over things and we continue living. Is it really that hard? We're still kids; we are allowed to make mistakes. Stop thinking you're perfect…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;You have done more harm to everybody else's lives, than harm to your own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6350226847863348607?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6350226847863348607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6350226847863348607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6350226847863348607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6350226847863348607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-not-very-nice-of-you.html' title='It was not very nice of you'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-1423026074467451417</id><published>2009-10-28T14:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:50:02.183+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Has everyone been studying hard? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Lets make a blog post on  Microsoft office xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Yay for me &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-1423026074467451417?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/1423026074467451417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=1423026074467451417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1423026074467451417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1423026074467451417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/has-everyone-been-studying-hard.html' title='Has everyone been studying hard? :)'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-9028953127223907145</id><published>2009-10-23T16:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:29:56.942+11:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still check blogger everyday&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;but i was hoping SOMEONE did&lt;br /&gt;damn! BLOG MORE PEOPLE :L&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/8061025334981593894-9028953127223907145?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/9028953127223907145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=9028953127223907145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/9028953127223907145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/9028953127223907145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5772643590981541711</id><published>2009-10-19T22:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:12:48.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>That was when...</title><content type='html'>That was when she stopped trying&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped crying&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped caring&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped giving&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped worrying&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped learning&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped teaching&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped bitching&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped messing around&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped loving&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped working&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped texting&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped folding&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped needing&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped wanting&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped lying&lt;br /&gt;That was when she stopped giving a fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5772643590981541711?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5772643590981541711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5772643590981541711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5772643590981541711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5772643590981541711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-was-when.html' title='That was when...'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8598557942192965136</id><published>2009-10-17T08:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:30:25.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont even like him :S:S&lt;br /&gt;i dont...? im 90% sure&lt;br /&gt;i think its because i am sooooo bored&lt;br /&gt;with my life, and so boy-less&lt;br /&gt;that i found the closest guy to "like"&lt;br /&gt;thats slack.. i know&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats the end of that? :L&lt;br /&gt;he is a bit too much of a pretty boy tbh LMAO&lt;br /&gt;and pretty boring sometimes&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! im so slack&lt;br /&gt;but yeh... my 3 day thing is over now&lt;br /&gt;i dont know to be happy or upset xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8598557942192965136?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8598557942192965136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8598557942192965136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8598557942192965136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8598557942192965136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/sudden-realisation.html' title='Sudden realisation'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8864734936005212104</id><published>2009-10-15T21:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:30:19.705+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my day :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was CRAP!! didnt end up going :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he cancelled on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i had to cancel on him anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it wasnt meant to be xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we decided maybe tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then no. he got home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found out he has a family friend's picnic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I OFFICIALLY HATE PICNICS arrgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm... my manager isnt as... awesome as i thought :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been hearing stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its so... i dont know =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought he was the innocent, school-type dude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ehh oh wells?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there goes a role model&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH! i hate that big-boob bum :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she follows him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like :@:@ ARGH! YOU'RE SO CLINGY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they are tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i have nfi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow night.. its going to be us 3 working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet ill feel like im third wheeling.. FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankyou for sticking up for me today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeh everyone... really meant a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if things arent 100% atm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who made me feel pretty even if shit is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by saying the most randomest things to make me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and talking about your cat and dog to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i ever find a chocoholic rehab, we'll go join it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8864734936005212104?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8864734936005212104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8864734936005212104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8864734936005212104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8864734936005212104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-day.html' title='my day :('/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-86712720684897376</id><published>2009-10-15T00:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:59:32.912+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the more nina does, the more i do :P</title><content type='html'>hi, i’m: amy :)&lt;br /&gt;how do you pronounce your name? yma&lt;br /&gt;what is your age backwards? 51&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel today? i feel in love today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship:&lt;br /&gt;who are your best friend(s)? :):)&lt;br /&gt;what friend do you tell EVERYTHING to? :):)&lt;br /&gt;what friend makes the most perverted jokes? err.. me :)&lt;br /&gt;who do you talk to the most in person? who knows :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school:&lt;br /&gt;what grade are you goin into? 11 :S&lt;br /&gt;which period are you doing the best at? girl periods... lets just say.. it comes naturally :P&lt;br /&gt;which period are you doing the worse at? english&lt;br /&gt;Which teacher do you fear the most? none really... they fear me &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;are you changing to a new school this year? PSH NO!! (L)&lt;br /&gt;is someone else changing schools? uhmm.. i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;who was your second grade crush? didnt have one :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childhood:&lt;br /&gt;what did you want your job to be? a lot of things.. ballerina... fire truck.. all the rest of it :P&lt;br /&gt;who is your favorite teacher out of all of them? i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;what was one reason you cried? uhmm... gosh so many to choose from :L&lt;br /&gt;what shows did you never want to miss? art attack, simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorites:&lt;br /&gt;chocolate: Cadbury or Lindt? cadbury&lt;br /&gt;color: red red red&lt;br /&gt;shoe brand: converse&lt;br /&gt;website: facebook :'D&lt;br /&gt;theme park: ooft.. all of the above :P&lt;br /&gt;instrument: piano? ... no idea&lt;br /&gt;song: too many&lt;br /&gt;what grade do you miss the most?: 7/8&lt;br /&gt;who’s the first friend that comes to your mind that you miss? calvin :)&lt;br /&gt;what else do you miss? im missing my work shirt? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies:&lt;br /&gt;ever signed up for those online dating sites? HAHAHAH no&lt;br /&gt;ever lied about your age? yeh :D restaurants are cheaper that way!! :)&lt;br /&gt;to impress someone? probably? i dont know cant remember&lt;br /&gt;to freeload? whats freeload?&lt;br /&gt;ever used someone? HAHAHA yehh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this or that:&lt;br /&gt;crunchie or kitkatt: kitkat&lt;br /&gt;myspace or facebook: facebook&lt;br /&gt;flowers or chocolate? Flowers (L)_(L)&lt;br /&gt;watch the news or historical teachings? news :)&lt;br /&gt;hold hands or kiss? same time! :'D&lt;br /&gt;white chocolate or dark? not to be racist.. but white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random:&lt;br /&gt;what color are your shoes? what shoes&lt;br /&gt;what was the last theme park youve been to? disneyland :P wait no i cant remember either i went to japan most recently or gold coast :S&lt;br /&gt;name one thing you remember from history class: Gough Whitlam is gay :D&lt;br /&gt;what mood are you in right now? (L)_(L) mood&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you IMed? victor dannggg&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person added on your Facebook: THIS INDONESIA DUDES!!! WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person deleted on your Facebook: mark :D&lt;br /&gt;who did you last hang out with? my mum (yes im cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: -lets go alphabetically :D&lt;br /&gt;1. Male Friend: alvi bryan charles osmond&lt;br /&gt;2. Female friend: ann ebony jenny joannie judy lisa lucy H/T nina&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation: japan or america :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Memory: cant tell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: mum&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: manager :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Messaged over MySpace: eric tan.. from like.. a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;5. IM’d: i told you victor Zzz... oh now its calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing right now: smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing? pjs (Y)&lt;br /&gt;3. Better than yesterday? yehhh :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you see the person you like? nope&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the weather? normal&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s bothering you right now? workload&lt;br /&gt;7.What is in your wallet? a lot of things :L&lt;br /&gt;8. Wallpaper on your computer’s desktop? host brother/sister/cousin :)&lt;br /&gt;9. Next time you will kiss someone? tomorrow? ;D HAHHAA im joking my mum/dad tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;10. Where was your default picture taken? msn - oh my house ;D. facebook - science rm&lt;br /&gt;11. Life: good :)&lt;br /&gt;12. House: messy&lt;br /&gt;13. Doing this weekend? going out to city (Y) then work.. then cram&lt;br /&gt;14. Wearing? pjs.. told you already Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could have one thing right now what would it be? :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;16. Listening to? car speeding&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you smell like? like amy&lt;br /&gt;19. Eating? saliva&lt;br /&gt;20. On your bed, what is your favorite thing? my blanky xD&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in a soulmate? yehh :)&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you wear to bed? nothing ;D&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you remember your dreams? mostly&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you burn easily in the sun? nah i dont burn... i... kind of just cook&lt;br /&gt;26. What’s something you wish you could understand better? everythinggggg! &lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do last weekend? work. work.&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do you miss? a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is the last girl you hugged? my mum :L&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is the last boy you hugged? uhmm... :S:S -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was the last person you went somewhere with? errr... cant remember&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you kissed anyone on your top friends? LOL! no&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you ate a home grown tomato? never?&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last thing you drank? Water&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like someone right now? :) ^^&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you wear more, slacks, jeans, or sweatpants? jeans?&lt;br /&gt;41. What is the last movie you watched? harry potter of course :)&lt;br /&gt;42. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? water, milk, stuff :P&lt;br /&gt;43. What are you excited about? 14 hours :)&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you want someone you can’t have? yehs&lt;br /&gt;45. Who was last to slap your butt? LOL karen or my mum&lt;br /&gt;46. Where was the last place you went? downstairs to say goodnight etc&lt;br /&gt;47. What’s on your mind right now? :$&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you cried recently? yeh while reading givesmehope.com :S:S:S&lt;br /&gt;49. If an unstoppable force comes across an immovable object, then what happens?... they break... isnt that obvious? =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-86712720684897376?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/86712720684897376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=86712720684897376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/86712720684897376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/86712720684897376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-nina-does-more-i-do-p.html' title='the more nina does, the more i do :P'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5929874263984335689</id><published>2009-10-14T22:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:07:21.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>heres for moving on! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay yes i do for sure now :)&lt;br /&gt;and im kind of glad&lt;br /&gt;i feel like telling the world haha :$&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.. i cant wait :D&lt;br /&gt;so sweet/saweeeet hehehe&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in reference to my other blog entry...&lt;br /&gt;NO I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH MY MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! yes you know who you are :P&lt;br /&gt;i told him he is like my brother&lt;br /&gt;the look on his face was priceless&lt;br /&gt;it was like a =\ face&lt;br /&gt;then a :DDD face&lt;br /&gt;i was like yeh thats right&lt;br /&gt;you have a little sister now&lt;br /&gt;i told him to get me a christmas present&lt;br /&gt;yeh coz thats just how i roll (H)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life is brilliant atm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5929874263984335689?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5929874263984335689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8921669227736891680</id><published>2009-10-12T23:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:27:23.563+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typical teenager'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are voices in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(as cranch-dawg says "i can still hear voices")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;telling me not to go down that path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because he isnt well... he isnt "my type"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont mean to label people but well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my type is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well shy smart guys...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kind of.. most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well he is smart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just he is a lot of things that i hate in guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised i really respect/admire my manager today =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a brother-sister way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like really really weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i had this feeling that i missed him :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like... the way i miss my family when im at camp or whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really caught me off guard tbh :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well... its pretty cool having awesome managers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-1340675533450900389</id><published>2009-10-12T16:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:25:32.737+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typical teenager'/><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;gah.. oh no... i think im feeling it now&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would come...&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt certain&lt;br /&gt;but its for the good right?&lt;br /&gt;to get over the past.&lt;br /&gt;but arent you? and her? :S&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;but it feels weird...&lt;br /&gt;really really realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly weird&lt;br /&gt;im not sure i do&lt;br /&gt;but its the.. me always thinking about&lt;br /&gt;whether i do or not&lt;br /&gt;which has me a tad fooled&lt;br /&gt;maybe? gosh i dont know&lt;br /&gt;all i know is... i like being around you&lt;br /&gt;but talking to you is boring sometimes&lt;br /&gt;what the hell does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;gah this is so fustrating :(&lt;br /&gt;its been a while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-1340675533450900389?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/1340675533450900389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=1340675533450900389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1340675533450900389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1340675533450900389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-1648250457966061667</id><published>2009-10-11T01:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:29:50.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks nina :D again for this procastination :D</title><content type='html'>Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;yes i talked to no one on the phone :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;both next to me :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you thought about?&lt;br /&gt;My manager... LOL NOT IN THAT WAY =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything?&lt;br /&gt;duh of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found out you were pregnant who would you tell?&lt;br /&gt;family :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;work. work. sleep. science. work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;before :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer revenge or just pure jealousy/envy?&lt;br /&gt;depends on situation? but not too much of either D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like your next “fling” to be with?&lt;br /&gt;jakey wakey! please! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you curse in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of camera do you have?&lt;br /&gt;phone camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to a party or out of town?&lt;br /&gt;town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?&lt;br /&gt;arent we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you held someone’s hand?&lt;br /&gt;my sisters hand? yesterday :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;not many :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any part of your body sore?&lt;br /&gt;my feet! [me too nina]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be?&lt;br /&gt;kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;my dad? :L an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your phone?&lt;br /&gt;its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing alcohol beverage?&lt;br /&gt;last year? or this year? gosh too drunk too remember atm.. LOL! JOKES!! :L my parents let me sip their wine :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept in a bed with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;LOL! my dad's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of your best friends ever back stabbed you?&lt;br /&gt;probably. you never know really xD but i guess you wouldnt call them best friends? but everyone makes mistakes? shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;alvi? because of the flexibility? oh and the stash in the bank :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the seventh text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"GET A PHONE WITH ME =D" - joel :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your next road trip?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;work =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met anyone new in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your bestfriends call you?&lt;br /&gt;"amy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to go to the movies with you?&lt;br /&gt;errrmm.... gosh i cant remember? harry potter no.6 there was heaps of people :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently fighting with someone?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;Jakey Wakey :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;nope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"your face is cold" - joel&lt;br /&gt;LOL! im joking :L&lt;br /&gt;"are you wearing your new bra? or your new dress? i bet you look pretty either way" LOL! by none other ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there an empty place in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;yeh little bubbles of oxygen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you count down the days till anything?&lt;br /&gt;... LOL! always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to something as of right now?&lt;br /&gt;formal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a tease?&lt;br /&gt;errr.. sure? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your chances of getting with your crush?&lt;br /&gt;what crush? :L '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the farthest you’ve traveled with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;one metre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends so close that you consider them family?&lt;br /&gt;mhmm! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;no :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;No :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wore the opposite sex’s clothing?&lt;br /&gt;ages ago :L wore my bro's jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?&lt;br /&gt;friday :D or maybe just now when i say nina's response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you tell someone something today?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;i guess :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 9pm Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;At work... :):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-1648250457966061667?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/1648250457966061667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=1648250457966061667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1648250457966061667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/1648250457966061667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-nina-d-again-for-this.html' title='thanks nina :D again for this procastination :D'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4527261729435895848</id><published>2009-10-06T19:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:03:05.204+11:00</updated><title type='text'>(8) we're all in this together xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww... eels lost :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im proud of them either way :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im not allowed to be upset with them xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucked in to those people who doubted the eels coming into the top 8 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucked in to those people who didnt think we'd win against the dragons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we lost to them the week before 37-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but most of all... sucked in to those bulldogs fan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im going to join the gym!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just for the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im too pussy to call in to organise an induction D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL! i dont like talking on the phone with someone ive never met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it scares me just a little :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i wanna do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh btw.. im planing on losing at least 400 calories a day on DDR alone xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats like... an hour and a half each day :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just for the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT I NEED TO STUDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gah! why is life so hard to manage xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need to go out places and spent my money which i havent touched for over a million years xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got almost 2,000 in my investment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but only 100 in my bank hahahah xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i wanna buy a computer for christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes for myself xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyways... i still dont know how much i wanna spent on it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because ive got heaps of money but i dont know whether i wanna spurge on just one thing which took me so long to have enough money for. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways i best be off to watch harry potter 4th :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got harry potter fever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-4527261729435895848?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4527261729435895848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4527261729435895848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4527261729435895848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4527261729435895848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-were-all-in-this-together-xd.html' title='(8) we&apos;re all in this together xD'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6781301724533956050</id><published>2009-10-03T11:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:30:19.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things... are normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HERE COMES HOLIDAYS!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im actually glad for it to be holidays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just so exhausted from school, from work, from everything :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should really study these holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a part of me is telling me not to even bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT I KNOW I SHOULD!!! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a pretty awesome school day yesterday :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parttttyyyyy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive only been up for about an hour and it feels like a longggg time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhows, when i got to work... things were a bit ehh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jakey wakey wasnt working :'( HAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well... the other one was in.. (yes 2 jakes :L )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and believe it or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOST MY WORK SHIRT =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i brang it to school didnt i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when i got there.. it wasnt even in my bag D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was like.. : OH NOOOO!! i have no shirt to wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankfully they had another one... phew :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im going to keep it 8) HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahem.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i accidentally cut myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course there is no better way to cut yourself than across the wrist =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had to put a bandaid on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and their bandaids are bright blue and really noticable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so there i was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a bright blue bandaid on my wrist, serving customers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mind you, i got a lot of stares at my wrist :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now everyone thinks im emo!!!! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just watched a tv show about destroying this lantern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the ending was sooo bad =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lantern had magic powers which would let you see into the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the way they destroyed it was by putting water on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW GAY D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;footy match tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i talk about footy so much now a days :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6781301724533956050?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6781301724533956050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6781301724533956050&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6781301724533956050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6781301724533956050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-are-normal.html' title='Things... are normal'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-2025677747360251156</id><published>2009-09-21T16:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:48:23.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Class has never felt this lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its those times in class when your the 3rd wheeler...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when no one else is third wheeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you're all alone and by yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by no means do you hate anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just sometimes im moody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and get so annoyed at SOME people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we end up staying away from each other for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the worst part is that the people you sit with in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just ADORE them.. like they are so fcking valuable object.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are just guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why is it that whenever i talk to someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you apparently liked before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just ALWAYS have to butt in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and talk about something in betweens yous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he doesnt appreciate it either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when im not talking to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont find the need to either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me feel like YOU chose who i talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get it how your "protective" or some shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about "your guys" but come on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will NEVER have anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you wont give us ONE MINUTE to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your the reason why we dont talk as much as we used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i drifted away from him BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now a days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so annoyed at people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sick of hearing all this crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about how relationships arent equal and all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how people take it too seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some dont... we are in year 10 for god's sakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and another thing  (yes i have a lot on my mind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do you always flirt with him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he.is.not.yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate how chicks dont appreciate guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not all chicks... just some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way they talk about htem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes me feel sick just being a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she doesnt like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she only fancies you for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your friends and i all know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im scared for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she'll find something "better" sooner of later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you'll probably feel like a fool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i sure hope you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because thats exactly what you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only ever talk about footy or work now a days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because thats all that's left in me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because its the only thing that makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean... eels, they are bloody amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and work, they appreciate me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they actually recognise me for who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with that.. i love jake's little brother :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i find the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill go and cry about everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont even have time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i shall continue filling my bubble with hot air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 bucks i'll burst at jeff/brendan/lucy at school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-2025677747360251156?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/2025677747360251156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=2025677747360251156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2025677747360251156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/2025677747360251156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/09/class-has-never-felt-this-lame.html' title='Class has never felt this lame'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-4542064591489772933</id><published>2009-09-13T10:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:17:54.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>when times were better than THIIISSS (8) xDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Week 8, Term 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been damn long enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its time to move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know if im happy or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, i smile and everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it just... doesnt feel right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im swallowed in self pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and continuously captured by your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes i know how corny sounding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it when my sister wears my old clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it kind of just... brings me to the past all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its a nice feeling :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a better daughter now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ive tried hard for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone told me that i was had a very strong emotional side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which really just confused me.. a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always thought i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then you came along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and realy.. showed me my weakness all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN YOU! i swear . hmph :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its weird that once i decided that ill be a better person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we drifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i be a horrible person again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i worked till 12 yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was tiring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was really really reallllyy fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jake was on close shift with me ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know the krush bar thing at kfc? :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well there is chocolate syrup right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah and we have a chocolate fight.. LMAO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dead set :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we had to clean it up really fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so our manager didnt see xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.. how rebel LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we had to wipe each other face's ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeh.. we went there HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin Robert Butler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;google images!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should do work now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im too lazy and tired though -sniffle-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-4542064591489772933?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/4542064591489772933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=4542064591489772933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4542064591489772933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/4542064591489772933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-times-were-better-than-thiiisss-8.html' title='when times were better than THIIISSS (8) xDD'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-6046961286287020997</id><published>2009-09-12T14:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:11:46.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'>find a way back to your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for being excited that we would work together for longer :) it really made my night. oh and p.s. your making it easier for me. you really are...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, but he really annoys me a lot :P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you'll never run away :) and i dont make a big deal about our friendship, i probably should. i really do cherish you as a friend&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4;&lt;br /&gt;please stop FORCING me to do something i dont want to do. its just _____&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5;&lt;br /&gt;i would, but you've got her name on you and im glad :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6;&lt;br /&gt;why do you ALWAYS have to bitch about me and my friends. it kind of does get a tad annoying after a while. what are we? friends? neutral? or enemies? YOU can make the decision... but stop saying we are friends and start bitching. ooft&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for complimenting me last night :) it was a rush of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8;&lt;br /&gt;we talked for the first time in ages!! it felt a nice warm bath at night :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9;&lt;br /&gt;she looks perfect for you. im sorry that i made such a fuss and being selfish. i hope your happy with her...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10;&lt;br /&gt;your the sweetest person ever :) you said you missed me after just 5 minutes. best thing of today already&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;11;&lt;br /&gt;i think im okay with being away from you now because i realise that no matter what, we will always be great friends... i mean sure, you might meet other people and then become closer to them than with me. but thats exactly what im doing and it really cant be helped&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12;&lt;br /&gt;please treat him right.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13;&lt;br /&gt;shes not interesting in you.. shes just interested in boys. and with that, please dont fall too hard for her. for all our sakes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're an alright teacher, but no one ever gives you the chance&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for laughing with me when crancher put ( )( ) on the board xD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;im annoyed how guys always say&lt;br /&gt;how much girls bitch&lt;br /&gt;yeh i know they do&lt;br /&gt;but nothing ever happens out of it&lt;br /&gt;we make a few enemies&lt;br /&gt;and then cry a bit&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;we dont get violent&lt;br /&gt;and it really PISSES ME OFF&lt;br /&gt;how guys say how much they want to hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;far out. get over it&lt;br /&gt;not saying bitching is any better&lt;br /&gt;but GOSH. go get a punching bag&lt;br /&gt;and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;you dont always have to make a big deal&lt;br /&gt;or a scene out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i must say though...&lt;br /&gt;guys typically do bitch more than girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-6046961286287020997?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/6046961286287020997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=6046961286287020997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6046961286287020997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/6046961286287020997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/09/find-way-back-to-your-heart.html' title='find a way back to your heart'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-9114016912453174412</id><published>2009-09-11T16:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:42:44.174+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just before work quiz</title><content type='html'>Your last received text, would you kiss them?&lt;br /&gt;DUDE IT WAS A RANDOM NUMBER!!! dont even know who they are :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was last night overall?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last ride in the car with?&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister tells you she's in jail, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;OOFT! -smacks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep your last name when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;nah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go camping or to a nice hotel?&lt;br /&gt;After year 8 camp, gotta say hotel :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/ girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;probably in a bad way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you trust fully?&lt;br /&gt;many :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're bored in class, what do you usually do?&lt;br /&gt;nothing :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;im alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would your parents react if you got a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;not too badly... but i wouldnt want one anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;ABC kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;milo cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today?&lt;br /&gt;Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the shirt you are wearing come from?&lt;br /&gt;Hurlstone's uniform shop :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is ok?&lt;br /&gt;cheating? oh in a history comp, yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;not even in 3 years :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wish you were still close with?&lt;br /&gt;many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing last night?&lt;br /&gt;ooft what do you think i was doing... well i dont know.. so can you please tell me :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;yuck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you dating?&lt;br /&gt;SZ HAHAHHA im joking :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think your number one is right now?&lt;br /&gt;number one...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you texting anyone?&lt;br /&gt;nah my phone is still in my bag :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;asleep i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;SZ LOL!!! :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Jason?&lt;br /&gt;... YUCK! my brother's name is jason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay to like someone else when you have a boyfriend/ girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Not in a billion of billions of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a hard time admitting you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;not really.. im wrong quite a lot :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you had pizza?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the chance to have your face put on a quarter, would you?&lt;br /&gt;YES =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow fingernail polish: yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;hahah rotten fingernails :'D HAHAH no im joking.. yeh its okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Alvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you cry bout the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;in a holy crap.. work in 5 minutes and i havent gotten ready yet mood :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep your distance?&lt;br /&gt;lately, yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-9114016912453174412?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/9114016912453174412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=9114016912453174412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/9114016912453174412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/9114016912453174412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-before-work-quiz.html' title='just before work quiz'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8493984392036067797</id><published>2009-08-31T20:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:10:27.085+10:00</updated><title type='text'>but either way i cant breathe (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG GUESS WHAT! :(&lt;br /&gt;the night before last night...&lt;br /&gt;i had these HUGE cramp feelings in my stomach =(&lt;br /&gt;it hurt like hell&lt;br /&gt;so what i did was went into parents room&lt;br /&gt;and like... slept in my mums bed :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;havent done that in ... lets just say A WHILE&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT LOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;the snuggie blankets arrived!! WOOOOOOOOO xDD&lt;br /&gt;they are sooooo damn cuddly 8)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT TILL FRIDAY! =D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went to the dentist today!&lt;br /&gt;got the bracket thingo replaced with a smaller one..&lt;br /&gt;MY TOOTH SHRUNK! :L&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND EDWARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;i blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;now its your turn xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8493984392036067797?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8493984392036067797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8493984392036067797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8493984392036067797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8493984392036067797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-either-way-i-cant-breathe-8.html' title='but either way i cant breathe (8)'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-5956126638431759972</id><published>2009-08-30T21:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:17:21.641+10:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen off quyen :)</title><content type='html'>1. Are you younger than 19?&lt;br /&gt;indeed i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a J?&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many bathing suits do you own?&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.. none =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;who knows! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you in a relationship at this point in time?&lt;br /&gt;no i am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever eaten uncooked cookie?&lt;br /&gt;all the time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever eaten soap?&lt;br /&gt;yuck!... shampoo is much tastier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;find a way - safetysuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there a place you would like to visit?&lt;br /&gt;my japanese host family :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favourite kind of dog?&lt;br /&gt;a dead one.. HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever fallen into a mud puddle?&lt;br /&gt;knowing me, yes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like winter?&lt;br /&gt;yes a lot moer than summer xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you in a band?&lt;br /&gt;depends what you classify as a band :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you scared of?&lt;br /&gt;the mirror! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How long have you had your facebook for?&lt;br /&gt;... 8) facebook! haha well ive had it since well..the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favourite beverage?&lt;br /&gt;OJ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could own a monkey, would you?&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you own anything from american eagle?&lt;br /&gt;it has a long wing span xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you listen to rap?&lt;br /&gt;not really :L me and jake tried to make a rap song about me though? LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like fruit?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have a nextel phone?&lt;br /&gt;what the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever given a random person your number?&lt;br /&gt;ive given a random person A number :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What song do you blast every time you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Eye of the tiger :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How clean is your room?&lt;br /&gt;... err... i cant see the floor :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What colour is your room?&lt;br /&gt;purrpllleee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How’s the weather?&lt;br /&gt;stormy without you.. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you excited for?&lt;br /&gt;friday (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you an artist?&lt;br /&gt;not a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;thinking about stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;it was better than average ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What did you just do?&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with my mum!! it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;well i know.. last night i woke up due to indigestion/cramps in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;2 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you like smores?&lt;br /&gt;quyen likes it.. so why not :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have any plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;its 9:11pm.. cbb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;i do sometimes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you texting anybody right now?&lt;br /&gt;nope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Best thing thats happened to you this week?&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with my mum!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Would you rather have 100000000 million dollars or find true love?&lt;br /&gt;... ill take the money xDD HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What’s your most visited website...s?&lt;br /&gt;facebook... easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What’s something you really want at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;happiness ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you live with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;NO! ive ran away &gt;=D ... okay yes i still do .. BUT GLADLY!! :) i love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yep yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you know who you’re going to marry?&lt;br /&gt;jayrd hayne :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What’s your favourite thing to buy?&lt;br /&gt;technology stuff :) or eels jersey... im looking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What are you looking forward to in the next months?&lt;br /&gt;... absolutely nothing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who’s is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;joely woely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How often do you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;whenever im bored :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;dont really have one anymore.. but how i met your mother (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;r-r-red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;formal dates.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What are you doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;maybe sleep... etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-5956126638431759972?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/5956126638431759972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=5956126638431759972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5956126638431759972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/5956126638431759972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/08/stolen-off-quyen.html' title='stolen off quyen :)'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8080652863967327073</id><published>2009-08-23T12:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:44:18.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what...? facebook is starting to bore me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im turning into the old me again..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if thats what i want though... :S&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i want to live in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really want to be seen anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.. but i just want to keep to myself more&lt;br /&gt;something i learnt from english lesson;;&lt;br /&gt;when your depressed, you keep to yourself more&lt;br /&gt;and become more quiet...&lt;br /&gt;should i be worried? :(&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what this feeling is really..&lt;br /&gt;never really... felt it before&lt;br /&gt;mix between confusion, fustration and sadness&lt;br /&gt;dont really have anything to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;(apart from eels vs. dragons game)&lt;br /&gt;formal just seems like a fuss now&lt;br /&gt;and you CANT blame it on the girls...&lt;br /&gt;you SERIOUSLY CAN NOT&lt;br /&gt;because thing is... all the guys tables are taking longer&lt;br /&gt;its the guys who cant decide&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz... there isnt really that much bitching going on with the formal tables&lt;br /&gt;and i guess... saying there is bitching is making it worse&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO ONE IS EVEN BITCHING ffs&lt;br /&gt;everyone is getting false ideas that its a lot worse than it actually is&lt;br /&gt;and i know a post a few entries ago was complaining about it&lt;br /&gt;but only because one person didnt know what they wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Formal Dates.... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;for or against them.. your decision&lt;br /&gt;but far out. dont say your against them when your going with someone&lt;br /&gt;YES IM LOOKING AT YOU LOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;i want to ask someone for the fun of asking someone&lt;br /&gt;because its not serious&lt;br /&gt;and year 10.. i mean.. psh it doesnt even matter&lt;br /&gt;im just bored with my life and looking for excitment :(&lt;br /&gt;i know ill have fun whether or not i actually have one&lt;br /&gt;and i will spend the exact amount of time with my friends anyways&lt;br /&gt;so it doesnt even matter that much i guess...&lt;br /&gt;but because it doesnt matter... im saying why not?&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/8061025334981593894-8080652863967327073?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8080652863967327073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8080652863967327073&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8080652863967327073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8080652863967327073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-what-facebook-is-starting-to.html' title='you know what...? facebook is starting to bore me'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-246849684373567193</id><published>2009-08-20T22:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:16:10.342+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wished on 11:11 for us all to be best friends again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wished i was worried about formal tables,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i have other things on my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person One;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FINALLY, i stopped missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person Two;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zomg... i miss you like hell, still. you have no idea who you are either. oh and screw you. you keep pushing me away and you make me want to scream at you. i miss you :( i tell you all the time. you agree then walk away. it freaking hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person Three;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you think id ever have the chance...? Our convosations have become forced now... feels like you only talk to me because you feel like you have to... but you dont... :( i wish you wouldnt so it would be easier for me... but i dont want you to stop talking to me either... GAH i dont know what i want you to do.. but i know what i want you to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person Four; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you walked past me... i got butterflies... i wanted to slap myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person Five;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you "knew" all these things.. then why did you go for it? if you didnt want to hurt anyone... why did you ask... thats what im wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do you know where to draw the line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know the first month period of when you first meet someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where its talking non-stop and into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where they are still a mystery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i dont want anyone new...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss having my classic techie friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously do... if i could do anything... it would be taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of them away from my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sounds so slack? and bitchy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeh probably... but i dont need them all anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want the close ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they have kind of stepped out of my circle now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because we hard to find time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. he is busy when im not. im busy when he is not... it gets hard but we understand each other because that what we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. he is always busy. no matter what... whether it be studying for a science test, or watching something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. you are probably one of the only people who is almost aways able to talk to me... wait let me change that now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. things... they are.. i guess different... we are always on and off... things being off most of the time... you used to make me happy, not your just another thing to worry about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. We dont talk EVER... but we had one convo where we said to each other that we missed each other... it was nice... but that was two months ago... we havent talked since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is going to sound really bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont have time for friends anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as in... too many friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should just stick to my foundation friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i would be a lot happier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... or maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they dont have time for me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'll just pretend that im too busy for them too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-246849684373567193?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/246849684373567193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=246849684373567193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/246849684373567193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/246849684373567193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/08/wished-on-1111-for-us-all-to-be-best.html' title='wished on 11:11 for us all to be best friends again'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-8671843157636023528</id><published>2009-08-20T17:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:53:45.271+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#330</title><content type='html'>Copy and paste message to a new note. Erase my answers and fill in your answers. Tag your friends and don't forget to send it back to me. Remember, you can't use the same answer as the person who sent it to you. Remember, if my answers are dumb, it's because the person before me had the good ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name something you use in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;-- Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name something a football player wears under his uniform?&lt;br /&gt;-- skins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name something people hate to find on their windshield?&lt;br /&gt;--rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name something a man might buy before a date?&lt;br /&gt;-- flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is another word for blemish?&lt;br /&gt;-- ... pimples? :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Something you cook in the microwave?&lt;br /&gt;-- tv dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name a piece of furniture people need help moving?&lt;br /&gt;-- couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name a reason a younger man might like an older woman?&lt;br /&gt;-- saggy boobs... LOL! jokes.. love :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name something a dog does that embarrasses its owner?&lt;br /&gt;-- poo on lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Name a kind of test you cannot study for?&lt;br /&gt;--cricket test :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Name something a boy scout gets a badge for?&lt;br /&gt;-- bird identifying xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Name a phrase with the word home in it&lt;br /&gt;--home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name a sport where players lose teeth?&lt;br /&gt;--... hockey...? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Name something a teacher can do to ruin a student's day?&lt;br /&gt;-- yell at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is a way you can tell someone has been crying?&lt;br /&gt;-- tears... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name a bird you wouldn't want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;--eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name something a person wears even if it has a hole in it?&lt;br /&gt;-- scarf...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name something that gets smaller the more you use it?&lt;br /&gt;--eraser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-8671843157636023528?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/8671843157636023528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=8671843157636023528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8671843157636023528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/8671843157636023528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/08/330.html' title='#330'/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061025334981593894.post-304266498660370708</id><published>2009-08-15T11:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:53:03.782+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How damn annoying :(</title><content type='html'>argh have to organise tables...&lt;br /&gt;10 people on a table&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt be so hard right?&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it is... =="&lt;br /&gt;some people dont want to be with another&lt;br /&gt;but we have to include the "other"&lt;br /&gt;and thsi is going to turn out into a big mess&lt;br /&gt;we all know that some groups will end up fighting with each other&lt;br /&gt;people aer going to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;and all the rest of it :(&lt;br /&gt;i wish tables were in sets of 6... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061025334981593894-304266498660370708?l=amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/feeds/304266498660370708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061025334981593894&amp;postID=304266498660370708&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/304266498660370708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061025334981593894/posts/default/304266498660370708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-k3s-u.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-damn-annoying.html' title='How damn annoying :('/><author><name>Amysaurrrr :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814394538656714113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_unYu4GIc/SVG__IGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Lf-YijCrA3A/S220/lmaoLOLOLOL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
